#calum hood x reader insert

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

CONGRATULATIONS ON GRADUATING H!! 🥳🥳

May I request a Calum fic where reader is also a singer and after a chill day of running errands and having dinner they go hangout in their home studio. They just fool around making music and maybe they post a clip of what they made to their socials and fans beg them to release a song together. Maybe they do end up doing something low key just for the fans. The whole thing is just super fluffy and they’re the cute musician couple everyone adores 🥰🥰

Thank you!

Also thanks for your patience. I got carried away a bit with this one.

Written for Graduation Blurb Weekend. Going until May 8th. 

Gender Neutral Reader Insert. 

Muses

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You touch your back pockets even before Calum turns to you. The person behind the window seems to be staring blankly after requesting the 58 cents. You find your wallet and some change clinks around. You pray it's enough. Calum’s already pulling his card from one of the slots in his wallet, but he knows. He knows you hate when he uses his card for things so small so he pauses for a moment as he hears you whisper out the command, “Wait.”

“It’s really just a stamp,” Calum counters. 

“No, absolutely not,” you return. Two quarters plop into your hands. Behind it are some dimes, a couple nickels and a handful of pennies. You pick out the correct coinage and hand it over to Calum. Calum passes it over to the attendant. They give it a quick glance over and then tap their keys to get to the register open. 

“Do you need a receipt?” they ask. 

Calum shakes his head no. “Thanks.”

“Of course. Have a great rest of your day.”

The two of you return the sentiment and then move off to the side. The post office seems to be somehow busy even though the morning’s barely broken. Plenty of people are in lines with boxes and slips and it feels silly for Calum not to have stamps to mail off things. But as par for the course, he manages to handle most things electronically. It’s your mail that you needed to send off--a card for a friend who’s a couple states away. You normally do the texts and posts on Instagram. But you still think there’s nothing quite like getting a physical card in the mail. 

“Thanks,” you state to Calum, threading an arm around his. 

“Of course, love,” he returns, smiling at you from behind the sunglasses and trucker cap. “Should we divide and conquer on hair cut and grocery?” His stylist was only a few blocks away from the grocery store. 

You shake your head. “It’s not like your hair takes that long.” 

It was time to clean up the mullet, possibly even say goodbye to it. The thing he didn’t want to happen was that he somehow managed to make some sort of last minute decision about his hair and then delay the rest of the day. “Are you trying to keep me from going green?”

You laugh. “I think you’d look good in a lot of different colors. But I don’t know. I just don’t think green is it for right now.”

“Hmm, just say you don’t love me.” The lights to the SUV blink and Calum opens the door for you. 

Before he can close the door, you lean in closer to him. “I do love you. Just to let all the records show.”

“Yeah, yeah, but you won’t let me dye my hair green and it might as well be the same thing.” He punctuates the jest with a kiss. 

“Lordy,” you mutter and buckle yourself into the truck. The drive is mostly quiet even over the soft voices floating up from the radio. 

“Do you like the mullet?” Calum asks at a stop light. 

“What do you mean?”

Calum gives a shrug, waiting for the light to turn green. A few pedestrian cross in front of the car. “I don’t know. Like, I like it. But you never really said anything about it. I guess I’m just assessing the options.”

You reach out and squeeze his free hand. “I think you should do what makes you happy. The mullet’s been interesting. It’s grown on me. But I’m not with you for your hair, love.”

Calum nods. “I know your favorites though.” The grin on his faces eludes to the nights you two have spent lost in each other. “Blue shave. Short sides, long top. Growing out blonde/a bit of platinum was your peak.”

Your laughter attempts to cover the embarrassment. “Shut up. Also, the blonde was like right at the height of our honeymoon phase. So you can fuck off.”

“Oh I can fuck off, huh? Put that on the to-do list.”

Your giggles escape you in tufts. It’s a ridiculous list. But you lean into the joke and pull out your phone. As you title it, set a date and time, you decide to go as far as inviting Calum to the invite as well. His phone shakes after the event is created. You know he won’t check it for a while, but it’ll be a nice laugh for later. 

The silence after your laughter settles and you turn your attention solely to Calum. The cap creates shadows that caress his full cheeks and though you know it’s just your imagination you imagine the shadows that pass over his face see what you see too. The quiet soul, the boisterous laughter, the animated man when he wants to be that is Calum. You imagine that Calum is also like an electromagnetic field and anyone who settles into his radius is just sucked it. It’s not worth fighting. 

You’d found Calum by what you’d call a fluke. A bar that you frequented hosted open mics and thought you and your songwriting career was already taking off (finally) you still made time to come back, to pay homage and respect to the place that gave you your start. So you waltzed up to the makeshift stage only intending to sing your two latest releases, have maybe one or two drinks and then head back home. 

But after your two songs, while at the bar, Calum approached you. You call it a fluke because after performing you noticed a text from your producer asking if you could come in tonight. And you almost left immediately. But between the folks that came to approach you, you’d been floated up to the bar and then you figured one drink wouldn’t hurt you. And just like that, by the fates of the universe you found yourself in the position for Calum to approach you. 

“You’re staring,” Calum notes, pulling the truck into a space. 

“You’re handsome,” you return and then unbuckle yourself. It’s matter-of-fact and you’ve never exactly been one to hide your thoughts at least from Calum. You were the door that always seemed to cracked ajar. He was the door always closed. And yet, he’d seen your openness and wanted some. 

The two of you walk into the salon and Calum’s stylist greets you both with a smile. She waves him over to her chair and you settle into one of the plush chairs and pick up the latest edition of Vogue to preoccupy yourself. The rush of water, the buzz of clippers, the soft hum of music all mix above you and settle into your ears. You manage occasionally to catch Calum’s laughter ringing above all the sounds. When you glance up, you spot him in all the phases--at the shampoo bowl, waiting with his conditioner, back to the bowl, in the seat again. 

And you only really capture the events in glimpses, looking up to spot him in the area of the salon and then going back to your magazine. You’ve traded Vogue for Rolling Stones and then Rolling Stones for Cosmopolitan. You keep cycling through until you notice a presence creating a shadow over you. When you glance up, you spot Calum, grinning sans his hat. The bushy sides have been taken down, the long back shortened. The top’s been taken down too. The short cut accentuates all the sharp angles of his face. 

“What’s cookin’ good-lookin’?” you tease. 

“Ah, so you do like the mullet,” he teases, holding out a hand. 

“I like it when it’s fresh, if you must know.” As you ascend, you press a kiss to his cheek. 

“That calendar invite, by the way, has been accepted.”

You laugh at the wiggle of his brow. “But first grocery store?”

“Yes, to the grocery store. And we do need to get Duke’s food too.”

“Of course.” 

Duke’s paws click against the hardwood floors and it’s barely audible over the crinkle of the brown paper bags both you and Calum are carrying. Grocery shopping went smoothly and though you got sidetracked looking at vacuums. You wanted a new one, though nothing was wrong with the current one. With Calum at your side, he easily talked you out of it but did make the joke he’d put down as a birthday present. 

“So, burgers for dinner? I am feeling particular lazy,” Calum comments as the last of the grocery are put up. 

“Burgers sound good. Are we finishing the last of those fries too? The frozen ones?”

“We do need space in the freezer, so yes, I think we should.” Calum comments, trying to get the freezer door closed. 

“It’s the damn chili too,” you laugh, thinking about the containers you frozen a couple weeks ago. “I was supposed to take some to the studio this week but never defrosted them in enough time to actually do that, my bad.”

Calum laughs and takes one container down and places it into the fridge. “I’ll bite the bullet this week. But you have to take the other container next week, okay? Promise?”

Wrapping your pinky around his, you nod. “Swear it with a cherry on top.”

“My love, all your sayings are twisted,” he laughs but gets the oven preheating and a pan warming. You pull out the head of lettuce, a tomato, and an onion too. The second the pan sizzles with four patties, a second patty should either one of you want it, you’re already moving to slice and dice. Calum watches the way your forearms tense as you slide the knife through the onion. He knows it’s a small detail, something others might miss, but he follows the line of your body up. When his gaze settles onto your face, he’s so caught in the way your lips sit and your eyes have a small crinkle around them, that he knows is just from all the times you’ve smiled. 

“You’re the kind of person people create art about,” Calum states suddenly. 

You pause your cutting and look up. “I mean, you’re a song writer, so you’re saying you wouldn’t create art about me.” It’s a tease and he knows when you grin. 

“I mean I would and I do sometimes. But I just mean, like I get it now. You know. Why all the classics and all the art I’ve seen and the whole thing about muses. I get it now.”

Setting the knife down, you kiss his cheek. “Also please get our burgers to the other side so they don’t burn.”

With a small hiss, Calum turns back to the pan and gets the patties flipped over. “I’m on it, I promise.”

“Sure you are,” you laugh, one hand sliding between his shoulders and tracing his spine down. But you do get it. What a muse to have in front of you too. 

Since Calum cooked, though you did assist, you clean. The dishes aren’t massively overwhelming as you tried to clean just a little as Calum cooked. You’ve been washing mostly in silence until you catch the distinct plucking of some strings and you listen to Calum as he works. You assume some sort of inspiration as hit him and you’re content just to listen to him as he works from your place in the kitchen. 

The chords keep calling you though and when the sink sucks down the last bit of the sudsy water, you follow the sounds. The music room door is open and you lean up against the molding. Duke’s curled up on his bed next to the desk and Calum’s head is hanging low on his neck as if he needs every sense pressed up against the acoustic guitar to truly feel the emotion. 

Calum hums for a moment and then reaches around the instrument for the legal pad. “Want help or want company?”

“When it’s you, it’s both and I’m happy about it,” he grins. 

You pull the second computer chair from the corner over to his desk. “Play what you’ve got so far.”

“As you request Your Majesty.” 

Calum plucks out only about a verse worth of instrumentals. He plays it once without lyrics and then a second time singing to the lyrics he’s been scribbling down since dinner. You’re tapping the tempo out on your thigh, head reclining into the cushion of the seat. By the time Calum’s voice accompanies the chords, you’re already cooking up something. You turn to the keys against the wall. Your fingers fumble for a moment, but you get your rhythm quickly. Calum grins at the hums you’re giving, almost as if you had lyrics, but weren’t sure about it.

“I love you, but we are not going to try and slot orange into this song,” Calum laughs. He’s moved now to the couch, the guitar covering up this chest as he melts into the cushion. 

You watch your phone, having recorded some of your session just for memory sake. It’s still going and you push away from the computer. You’re trying to see the iambic pentameter of a line and you need the stressing that orange has to fit th line.  “I’m not saying we have to use orange. I’m just saying that word fits the pattern.”

“God, you sound like Luke a little. Let’s take it from the top, yeah. Something will hit us.”

You scoot yourself back to the keys and on Calum’s count, the two of you start the introduction of the song. As your voices mix in the air around you too, you find yourself feeling floaty. It’s the sensation you get when something is mixing just right, when all the sights, and sounds, and chords have mingled so well that it causes your body to almost leave this plane. You are here, but you are also not here. 

The song goes all the down until the final bridge and you two let the sounds of your notes fade out into the echoing room. “Maybe there’s nothing left to say,” Calum offers, his fingers still sliding over the frets. 

“Maybe not,” you agree and then grab your phone to pause the recording. “We can always sleep on it.”

“Let me hear,” Calum asks, sitting up. You play the video for him and he grins during the playback. That’s his love, that’s his muse right there on camera, singing about how the two of you inspire each other. “Should we post a small clip?”

You pause for a moment, feeling the shock pulling up your own brows. “If you’re sure. I know you’re not like, big on posting too much about us. And I respect that. It is a hell of a lot sometimes with the fans. But I don’t want you to feel forced to do it.”

He nods. “I’m sure.” It’s all he says. And for Calum, that’s all he needs to say. He starts to edit down a small clip and then exports it as a secondary video onto your phone. He sends a copy to himself and when his phone shakes with the text, he sets your down. 

There’s a few moments of silence and Calum’s finger tap over his screen. You start saving the stuff on the computer. It’s exporting and you know sometimes it can take a while. Duke pushes up from the bed and waddles out of the room. “I love you, Duke,” you call out after him. But he says nothing in response. “Typical.”

Arms slide around your shoulder and neck, hanging loosely. “So there’s still that calendar invite,” Calum whispers against your ear. 

You hum at the sensation of his breath hitting your skin. “Ah, yes, it would appear so.”

Calum gently pulls you away from the desk. “Shall we?” he grins. 

You laugh, but stand. “We’re getting older. We should stretch first.”

He scoffs, “I am still limber. Thank you very much.”

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You don’t even have a mind to worry about your phone until the next morning. You sit up and reach for your night table only to be greeted just by your alarm clock and the family pictures of you, Calum, and Duke at the park from your first anniversary date. 

Peeling from the sheets, though Calum’s arm is still loosely encasing your waist, you get up and find your phone on the table in the music room. The screen is mostly a mess of notifications from Instagram and you think you really should turn those off at some point. You hadn’t yet out of fear, but now you worry having the notification is doing nothing but draining your phone’s battery life and your mental energy.  As you go to mass clear the notifications, you tap on one and the app opens up. It refreshes; the photos of friends from back home are replaced. The first one you notice is from Calum. The video plays without the sound and it’s the two of you from the night previously. You catch the caption, my muse at work.

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[alisonsfics]

roommates best friend

pairing: calum hood x reader

summary: having ashton irwin as your roommate had its perks: he was nice and would always help out around the apartment, sometimes he’d be gone for months while on tour, and he had a hot best friend

word count: 2.3k

warnings: swearing, some heated making out, minors DNI

You were scribbling down some notes in your planner when you heard a soft knock at your bedroom door. You glanced over your shoulder and saw Ashton, your roommate, in your doorway.

“Hey, Ash. What’s up?” You asked him. He crossed his arms, leaning against your doorframe. “I’m going out to run some errands. Do you need anything while I’m out?” He asked you.

You thought for a second and then shook your head. “I should be good, thanks for asking though.” You said, smiling. He nodded and then left your shared apartment.

You returned your attention back to what you were doing.

Ashton was a great roommate. He was nice and not too messy. He was on tour often, so sometimes you had the whole apartment to yourself. You liked it when he was home though because you both were pretty good friends.

About two hours later, there was a knock at the front door. You stood up from your desk and headed towards the door. You assumed Ashton had left his key at home, which he’d definitely done a few times before.

You quickly unlocked the door. “You forget your key again, Ash?” You asked, opening the door. The door revealed someone standing outside, but it wasn’t your roommate.

A tall brunette man was standing in front of you. You recognized him as Calum, one of Ashton’s band mates. You knew his face from some of Ashton’s posts on Instagram. You both had never actually met in person, though you both had heard stories about each other.

“Oh, sorry. I thought you were Ashton.” You said, feeling embarrassed. You’d always found Calum attractive, but he was your roommate’s friend. “No, that’s okay. Is Ashton not here? I didn’t mean to bother you. You’re Y/N, right? Ash’s roommate?” He asked you.

You nodded your head, giving him a soft smile. “Ash went out to run some errands. He’ll probably be back soon, if you want to come in and wait.” You offered, trying desperately to not embarrass yourself in front of him.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to get in your way. I can just come back when he gets home.” He said. Neither of you really knew how to act in this situation. You had never hung out before, and you both wanted to make a good first impression.

“No, it’s okay, I promise. You already drove all this way. You won’t be a bother at all.” You offered, stepping back and letting him walk inside. He gave you a soft smile and walked past you.

The smell of his cologne surrounded you as he walked by you. You could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks. It wasn’t your fault that he made you weak in the knees.

“Do you mind if I go work on some stuff in my room? You can watch tv or whatever you want.” You asked him. He looked over his shoulder at you, with a look that made you feel like a schoolgirl. “Yeah, go ahead. I’ll keep it down.” He told you, sweetly.

He was super nice, which wasn’t helping with your little crush. You retreated to your room and continued working on responding to your work emails.

You could hear Calum turn on the tv, and he made sure to turn it down, so he wouldn’t distract you. You went to take a sip of your water and noticed your cup was empty.

You weren’t ashamed to admit that you checked your appearance in the mirror before you walked out of your room. You fixed your hair and smoothed out your outfit.

You walked into the living room, and Calum’s eyes shot over to meet yours. He gave you yet another soft smile. It turned your insides into jelly.

You continued to walk past him into the kitchen. You caught your breath as soon as you were out of his view. You slowly filled up your cup up with water and screwed the lid back on.

As you walked out of the kitchen, you noticed Calum was watching one of your favorite shows. You stopped near where he was sitting. “You watch this show too?” You asked, looking over at him.

He quickly nodded his head. “Are you kidding? I love this show. You’re the first person I’ve ever met who actually knows anything about it.” He told you. Both of your eyes lit up as you found this common interest.

He patted the seat next to him, causing you to giggle. You happily joined him on the couch. You couldn’t help but feel your face heat up as his arm brushed against yours.

“Oh, this is such a good episode.” You said, recognizing it instantly. Calum agreed with you.

You both could already feel the chemistry between you two. You had always found Calum attractive when you had seen pictures of him, but there was something about being next to him that made him near-irresistible.

He smoothly moved him arm to rest along the back of the couch. You definitely noticed what he was doing, but you didn’t make any attempt to stop it. Calum smirked a little as you leaned in a little closer to him, but still weren’t touching.

You both stayed like that til the episode ended. Neither one of you had been brave enough to make a move yet.

Calum turned off the tv and turned towards you. “So, you’re the infamous Y/N that Ash is always telling me about.” He said, smirking at you.

“And you’re the infamous Calum,” you added. He chuckled and his smirk only grew.

“So, how have we never met until today?” He asked you, pushing a piece of your hair behind your ear.

You both were playing a very delicate game of cat and mouse. You both knew exactly where this conversation was headed, but weren’t sure who was gonna make the final move.

“We actually almost met once.” You said, only remembering the story in that moment. He cocked his head to the side, curious as to how he could have forgotten almost meeting you.

You turned to face him more, and Calum rested his hand on your knee. “Ash invited me to one of your shows and told me I could come backstage after the show to meet you all. I went to the show, but had an emergency, so I had to leave early.” You told him.

“So, what’d you think of the show?” He asked you, still with that grin on his face. You paused for a second, making him wait for your answer.

You shifted closer to him. Your legs were almost pressed up against his. “I thought it was a really great show. I also thought the bassist was really hot.” You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

You could see Calum’s eyes grow wider. He was left speechless. “You gonna kiss me or not?” You teased him. This seemed to snap him out of his trance.

He grabbed your waist and leaned forward to connect your lips. You pulled yourself onto his lap as you kissed him. He ran his hands up and down your back. His touch felt electric on your skin.

His lips tasted like spearmint as they moved against yours. “You are so fuckin’ gorgeous.” He mumbled against your lips. You pulled away to catch your breath.

Calum had other plans. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, sucking on the soft skin. “Oh my god,” you mumbled as your eyes fluttered closed.

You rested your hands on his shoulders. Before he could kiss you again, you stood up and grabbed Calum’s hands. “C’mon,” you told him, tugging him towards your room. He smirked at your eagerness.

You pulled him inside your room and lightly kicked the door closed.

“C’mere,” Calum said, when you both were standing next to your bed. He ran his fingers down your arms, and then lifted your arms and wrapped them around his neck. “You look breathtaking.” He said.

He placed soft kisses on your jawline and all over your face, except on your lips. He let his hands slide down the curve of your back and continue until they stopped on the back of your thighs.

He effortlessly picked you up and laid you down on the bed. He crawled on top of you, and you could feel the butterflies in your stomach.

He leaned in to kiss you, but stopped millimeters from your lips. “Such a tease,” you mumbled, flipping him over. You were now straddling him, and he looked stunned. “That was so fucking hot” he mumbled.

You leaned forward and slipped your hands under his tight tshirt. You let your hands trace the outlines of his muscles. He loved the way that your hands felt on him.

“Take it off,” he encouraged you, as you balled part of his tshirt up in your hand. You smirked and slowly peeled the shirt off his large frame, pulling it over his head.

“So much better,” you said, leaning in to kiss him. He quickly wrapped his arms around your waist, keeping you as close to him as possible.

Then, you both heard the front door. “Shit,” you both mumbled at the same time. Both of you had been so caught up in the moment that you completed forgot about Ashton coming home.

“Does he know you’re here?” You asked Calum, to which he shook his head no.

“Hey, I’m home.” Ashton called out.

You quickly jumped off your bed. “You stay here and put this back on,” you said, handing him his shirt.

You slipped out your bedroom door, closing it behind you. “Hey, you’re back.” You said, smiling at Ashton. He was in the kitchen putting away some groceries he had bought.

“Can we maybe talk about something?” You asked him.

He turned around to face you. His face changed from one of concern to a smirk. “What?” You asked him, cluelessly.

“I know what this is about.” He boasted, still smirking at you. You furrowed your eyebrows. Did he really know about you and Calum? “What do you mean?” You asked him.

“I’m guessing it has something to do with the hickey on your neck.” He said, chuckling. Your eyes went wide as you quickly tried to cover your neck with your hand.

“So, thank you for giving me the roommate courtesy and letting me know about the guy in your room, but don’t worry about it. Calum and I are gonna hang out today, so I can just ask to hang out at his place and you can have the apartment all to yourself with your new friend.” Ashton told you.

You would have really appreciated how considerate he was being if the circumstances were different.

“No, you don’t understand, Ash.” You started to tell him, “you know the guy.”

It wasn’t out of the norm for you both to discuss your love lives. Ashton knew all about your ex-boyfriends, and you had had plenty of awkward conversations with some of Ashton’s flings who stayed the night.

“Is it Jonathon? He was such an ass to you. I can kick him out if you want, but don’t get involved with him again.” He asked you, referencing your semi-recent toxic ex-boyfriend. You quickly shook your head.

“Ash, it’s not him, I promise.” You told him, still having trouble actually telling him who it was.

“So then…” he said, trying to think of who it could be.

“Ash, it’s Calum.” You confessed. That was the last answer Ashton expected to hear. “Wait…you and Calum? When did you both, wait what?” Ashton asked, his shock was very clear to you.

“He came over to hang out with you, but you were out. We were watching tv and then we started talking and, I don’t know what happened.” You explained.

Ashton chuckled. “I know what happened,” he said smirking.

“Cal, you can come out.” Ashton called out. Calum walked out of your room with a slightly awkward expression. “Hey, man.” He said, softly.

“Y’know, me and the guys have actually been talking about ways to set you both up. I guess you both had that covered though,” Ashton said, chuckling.

You all paused, not knowing what to say next. Ashton was having a blast with how uncomfortable you both looked.

“Alright, this is sufficiently awkward enough. You both should go hang out, like you had planned.” You said, trying to find a way to end your embarrassment. They both nodded, agreeing with you.

“I’ll go wait in the car and give you both a sec,” Ashton said, winking at the two of you. Once he walked out the door, Calum turned to you.

“Sorry we got interrupted,” Calum said, kissing the inside of your palm. You gave him a soft smile. “That’s alright. Ash is going on a date tomorrow night if you want to bring me over to your place. You got any roommates?” You asked him.

He shook his head, “Nope, no roommates.”

“Perfect, then we should have the place all to ourselves.” You whispered, kissing him on the cheek.

He grabbed your waist and pulled you close to him. He leaned in so his lips were inches away from your ear. “I’m looking forward to it,” he whispered softly.

You felt goosebumps spread all over your body. He gave you a peck on the lips and headed for the door.

“Oh, wait. One more thing,” he said, walking back over to you and pushing you against the wall. You felt your stomach do a flip as he did it.

“Y’know how you said you only got to see part of the show last time?” He asked you. You nodded your head.

“We have a show in a few weeks. You should come, and then afterwards, maybe you could fuck that bassist in his dressing room?” He whispered in your ear.

“I would really like that,” you said, pressing your lips against his. He smiled at you and squeezed your hand and then left with Ashton.

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♡ ★ ☁︎ Announcement

Michael Clifford

♡ ☁︎ I'll Always Listen

♡ ☁︎ To the Moon and Back

☾ ☁︎ You're Beautiful

Ashton Irwin

♡ ☁︎ I'll Take Care of It

♡ ☁︎ Study Stress

♡ ☁︎ Feel Better

Calum Hood

❉ ☁︎ My Baby

♡ ☁︎ Unhappy Halloween

♡ ☁︎ Five More Minutes

Pairings

Lashton

☾ ☁︎ Brothers

Cake

❉ ☁︎ Little Lukey

Muke

♡ The Dress

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[hollandroos]

could you maybe write a fluffy “my lipgloss is all over your lips.” with calum hood please!! <3

"Calum! we have to be on stage in less than five minutes."

Ashton's fists collide with the bathroom door, knocking furiously in an attempt to get Calum out and ready to clamber on stage. However, his attempts were feeble.

"I'll be there in a minute, mate, just finishing up."

You giggle quietly. But not quite enough apparently.

"Yeah yeah, clean yourself up and tell Y/N that Sierra's waiting for her."

Calum lets out a low and frustrated groan, those familiar cold hands not leaving your clothed waist.

"I haven't seen you in four months. Why can't I just say I feel sick and hang out with you?" He complains, allowing his delicate face to land on your shoulder.

"And hide in the bathroom all night? You know we can't bub. So many people have come here to see you perform." You run your fingertips through his curls, tugging at a few knots. "I'll see you after the show, Cal. Then you can have me for the rest of the night."

Your legs were spread wide. Calum had been standing in the middle of them in the boy's shared bathroom. The 2015 style 5 seconds of summer shirt that adorned your body had been mere seconds away from being removed.

Calum was desperate to keep his fingertips against your warm skin. The same skin he hadn't been in contact with in such a long time and good god - you'd be lying if you said your body didn't ache for his touch.

Michael had previously joked, stating that this was the reason you hadn't come along for the majority of the tour - claiming your presence was too much of a distraction for Calum. Truthfully the boys all adored having you tag along. Sierra loved it the most, stating she needed more female energy on tour.

"C'mon." You nudge his head and fix the mop on top of his head. There was no point really, but still, you brushed the curls to the side and straightened out his shirt. "Showtime."

Your boyfriend takes your hand and leads the two of you out of the bathroom. From the dressing room, you can hear the fans chanting causing the room to vibrate ever so slightly.

You don't know how he and the other boys do it. The thought of standing on that stage alone makes you want to throw up the food you ate on the plane.

"Wait, Cal." You grab the brunette's arm before he can leave the dressing room. "My lipgloss is all over your lips."

Half of you was tempted to let him go out there with your pink lip gloss smeared across his lips and down his neck. The fans would absolutely eat it up and the boys would too. But you chose to be nice to your boyfriend tonight.

Grabbing a nearby tissue you wipe the remains away, laughing softly when it doesn't come off easily. Calum stands still and watches you with a familiar love-filled gaze, eyeing the way you narrow your eyes to wipe it away with care.

Making sure Calum is in the clear you peck him once more on the cheek, making sure the pink gloss leaves a clear stain in the shape of your lips. That one would do.

"Go kill 'em, tiger."

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[fangirl-everythang]

Mirrors C.T.H

Summary: Calum and Y/n's schedules haven't lined up in a while. When they finally do, Calum decides to try a reflective persuasion if you will.

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Swearing, Spit, Slapping( well maybe one), Just lots of smut.

Word Count: 2691

A/N: This was inspired by @ContentCalum on Instagram. 10/10 recommend for short blurbs. (ALSO posted on Wattpad)

Can't wait to see you, princess, xxx.

That was the last text I got from Calum after he told me he was coming home. Today was my day off so I spent the day doing some housework. The four of them really do a number when they're together. Recently our schedules haven't been matching and I rarely see him. Just brief periods between my early work schedule and his unpredictable night/ whenever the fuck Michael wakes up studio times haven't left us much time together.

While that's in the oven I can shower. Deciding against pajamas I just grab one of Calums shirts because it smells just like him. Usually, I wouldn't wear a bra but a bralette won't hurt. With the hot steam rolling down the sides of the shower,  I let the water hit my sore muscles. Work has been overly stressful. Between this new launch and creating a new marketing scheme, you would think we were planning the Met Gala. Putting those thoughts work thoughts aside, lathering and scrubbing every area of my body that has seen this house today. Afterward gotta lotion up because ashyness is not an option, sliding on the matching lace panties and Calums shirt that comes down to my mid-thigh.

Going back downstairs to turn the oven off I get started on the sides. Cauliflower mac and cheese isn't as bad as it seems, hopefully. "Duke do you think your daddy will notice?" He looks at me with those cute eyes, not a care in the world, guess not. The sound of the door opening has Duke happily barking and running away from me. Following not too far behind our fury son I see Calum kneel next to Duke.

"Hey Bud, did you miss me?" he asks playfully petting the sweet creature. He cuddles into Calum further when he looks up at me, "Hi princess."

"You know I think it's unfair when you ask Duke does he miss you when I'm standing right here." I grin. He stands up grabbing my waist "Well I know you missed me love." he smiles.

"Did I? You're kind of annoying." He gasps playfully holding his heart. Leaning my head back I reach up to kiss him. He takes his time bringing his lips to mine so I put my hands on his cheek and bring him closer. His soft lips against mine send me into a frenzy. God, I've missed him like crazy. Parting all too soon he leans his forehead on mine. "I love you." he rasps.

"I love you too bub." I grin going back into the kitchen. "Did you want to eat first or?" I ask looking at him questioningly.

"It's 4 pm Y/n." he chuckles. Well, we can eat later then, he concludes.

"Well, it's our first time together in forever, what now?" He has a smirk on his face and reaches for my wrist. "What is it Cal?"  he walks away and up the stairs leaving me to follow him. I should turn the oven off. Glancing over to Duke he's in his little bed laying down. Being so cute I had to take a picture...or three. Taking my time up the stairs to admire the pictures of the cute doggo, "Cal look at these pictures of Du-What are you doing?" He continues to play with the reflective furniture.

"Do you know how good you look in the mirror? I couldn't stop thinking about all the dirty pictures you sent me," He stares at me through the mirror. "You're lucky I wasn't here babygirl." My cheeks flush as he pushes me closer to see our reflections dancing in the mirror with a tight hold on my hips.

"You're my distraction," he whispers as he slowly begins sucking underneath my ear, leaving kisses down my neck. My heart rate increases as his tongue touches a sensitive spot, shivers running down my spine. "As much as I want to tell you how beautiful you are, well you've been a bad girl hmm?" His hand lightly trails across my neck, his eye contact never leaving as he snakes his other hand towards my front over my clothed womanhood. "Answer me." His grip becoming more firm on my neck.

"Yes daddy." he hums in approval as he lifts his shirt above his head exposing his tan torso. "Look at how sexy you are baby." but he didn't seem satisfied when my eyes stay glued to the ground. He could have any girl he wanted and yet he chose me. I'm not skinny whatsoever. I have more tits than ass and rolls for days. The stretchmarks that litter my body don't bother me but most aspects of everything else does. His hand reaches for my hair in a tight fist forcing me to look up at our reflection, my core aching at the sudden pull.  "I'm speaking to you." he says very sternly, "I guess I'll just have to make you listen."

Stripping himself of his pants and sitting on the edge of the bed right in front of the mirror he opens his legs and pats me over. "Sit." I obey him, anticipation building in my core. His hands roam my body freely lingering wherever they please. He begins attacking my neck slowly dragging his finger across my thigh "Look at you, acting like a good girl hmm?" he moves the cotton fabric up to my waist giving him a view of my panties from the mirror "'gonna be good for daddy?"

I nod silently, he shakes his head in a disapproving manner. "Use your words Love."

"I'll be good for you daddy." he hums in approval, spreading my legs apart. He traces his finger along the outskirts of my panties, my hips thrusting lightly "excited now are we?" he smirks looking at the wet spot through the mirror. Calum slides the thin material to the side, lightly grazing my clit. My eyes momentarily closing at the brief touch before his other calloused hand reaches up, grabbing my jaw, forcing me to to look up. "You're going to watch as I tease your cunt. You're going to cum on my fingers, then you'll watch as I devour your pussy. Close your eyes even once and I'll force another out of you. Got it?" He has a fire blazing behind his golden-brown orbs.

"Yes sir." nodding along as his fingers begin tapping on my clit. "Good girl," he whispers before dipping his middle finger into my sex, the digit easily slipping in. "Nuh that way." he reminds me once more to look up into the mirror. The glass allowing me to see everything at once, the way he looks at me hungrily, his slender finger shining with my arousal. I can see his other hand going to reach for my breast before I feel it, the mere fact causing a moan to leave my lips.

"Awwwe you like watching yourself being played with huh?" he maintains eye contact with me through the mirror, as he adds another finger into my throbbing hole. His length pressing into my back, hardening with every sound from my mouth. "Rub your clit y/n."

My hand following his orders adding more sensation to my building orgasm. The scene before me so pleasingly intimate and erotic.  "Cal I'm goin-" My back arching into him as my orgasm takes complete control of my body, his eyes on me every step of the way.

He brings his fingers to my lips, allowing me to taste myself, whimpering himself when I take his fingers into my mouth, sucking them as if they were his member.  I release them, clean, turning to face him.  "I thought I told you-" I lean forward straddling his waist, kissing him roughly. "I know but I want to please you too Cal." Before he can respond I gently slip off the bed, face to groin. I pull down his boxers just enough to release his straining cock, gently stroking it in my palm.  "Let me take care of you," I smile at him, pressing a kiss to the side of his shaft "Please daddy." He groans, swiping his thumb over my lip and nodding. We've been apart far too long, aching to taste him once more.

I lick his shaft, tasting his pre-cum on my tongue, he lets out a sigh of relief, embedding his hand through my hair.  "Mhmmm just like that princess." He moans as I take most of him in my mouth, cupping his balls and pressing my forefinger lightly on the skin between the two. The feeling of him in my mouth forces my mind to wonder about him being inside of me, stretching me in the best of ways, a moan finds its way out from my throat around Calum causing his hips to thrust more. I clench my thighs together to provide some friction for my thoughts, I reach my hand between my legs relieving myself from all the arousal. "Get up." he demands, seeming almost angry. Not wanting to question him I rise confused by the sudden change of tone, knowing better than to say anything.

He removes any fabric left covering my body aggressively, not saying a word.  Pushing me back till my knees cave against the bed causing me to fall back onto our shared mattress. He places himself between my legs, rubbing his length along my core painfully slow. "Please, I need you Cal."  He continues gazing at me through his lust filled orbs, desire seeping from his pores. He pushes his tip in and then taking it out, the feeling gone as soon as it had appeared. A whine erupted from my lips, he chuckled to himself. "Remind me again y/n," he states in a hushed tone, "Are you to touch yourself without my permission?" He looks at me, his finger dancing over my sensitive nub but neglecting it furthermore. Accepting my silence for an answer, "And yet you did." His head dips down encapsulating my nipple in his mouth, a breathy moan leaving my lips as his hands roam my body freely. My hips thrusting trying to create some- any friction. "Cal I won't do it ever again, just please- please fuck me daddy. " A stinging on my cheek causing a gasp to leave my lips, surprised by this side of Calum. Still shocked, he places his hand firmly on my cheek pushing my face into the mattress. The only thing in view is the mirror with his gorgeously tanned tattooed body on top of mine, hand still placed on my face. He leans in dangerously close, moving a strand of hair aside slowly, his fingertip leaving the slightest touch before putting his hand back with the same pressure as before, "Now watch sweetheart." he darkly whispers.

Before I could question it his entire length thrust in me at once, a broken moan escaping me. With the side view, I can see him pounding into me, each thrust harder than the last. "Fuck- so wet hmmm, such a good whore." he moans, I nod under his hand clenching walls around him, tilting my pelvis to meet his. He removes his hand from my face to apply pressure to my clit, hitting a particularly blissful combination.  "Fuck Cal right there!" I scream as the bedrocks underneath our sweaty bodies. He slows his movements savoring the view before him, his good girl-now fucking onto him, desperate for release. Her hair frizzy, eyes fluttering from excessive pleasure, he never wanted it to end. "I love you y/n."

"I love you too Calum." I reach up grabbing his neck to pull him back to me, our lips meeting once more passionately while he thrust into me again. He presses my body closer to his as my legs wrap around him for dear life, my hands holding onto his as if he'd disappear. "Can I cum please?"  He grunts, nodding his head in approval of my very much needed release. Unable to focus on anything but the eruption of pleasure from my core, repeating a slur of Calums name over and over again like it is the only thing I've ever known. His release following shortly after, the warmth of his seed filling me. His panting is my focal point upon return, watching as each breath falls from his swollen plump lips. I giggle moving some of his sweat-coated hair from his face, "Welcome home Mr.Hood." He smiles laughing at my gesture, "Quite the welcome it is Miss Y/L/N" He pulls my face forward once more placing a soft kiss to my lips, which is happily returned before he pulls me to the edge of the bed, still seemingly connected, placing me dead center in front of the mirror once more. Looking at him with a curious glance, he notions to the mirror as I watch his every move. He pulls his softening member from my core, a gasp leaving my lips due to the newfound vacancy.

His eyes never leaving mine as the smirk on his face grows, kneeling between my thighs. I lean up on my forearms to see both him and the reflection better, the handsome bassist looping his arms around my legs, keeping me in place. "Look how pretty baby." He says watching our fluids drip out of me, his tone of admiration never wavering. My hips jut back as he strokes over my clit, still hyper-sensitive from the orgasm just moments before.  As I retract my pussy away from his devilish grin he rumbles a low growl, attaching his lips to my center, his wide hands gripping my hips with brisk strength-leaving prints in their path. His tongue lapping my hole over and over again. He replaces his mouth with his fingers, the scissoring motion driving me on edge once more.  He leans over me, tapping on my lips to which I comply with his wishes, opening my mouth. He smiles before releasing the cum-mixed spit down my throat, swallowing our combined fluids moaning as he returns his mouth to my pussy. My wetness glistening all over his face as he continues to but himself in me. Seeing his back muscles contract in the mirror each time he moves, watching him devour me in the most sinful of ways. I can see it all, moans leaving my lips between my pleas for him to stop his assault but nonetheless, he persists until my legs are a quivering mess around his head. My bare breast rising with every sharp inhale, my back arching further into him, hoping to get away but he keeps me planted there in front of him.

"I need to- Cal can I-I- fuck please" The words barely able to leave my lips, he stares at me nodding but never removing himself from my core. My orgasm ripples through me, forcing my body to compromise, stiffening as I release on Calum's tongue. My hips riding his tongue exactly where I need him as my fingers grip at his hair, hearing him moan at the feeling sending an aftershock of vibrations through my center.  An unholy slurping noise from Calum is the last thing to be heard as he joins me again on the bed, pulling me into him. His lips providing every emotion needed. "I missed you."

I laugh at his cute post-sex neediness, "I missed you too Cal." He pats my head, letting his hands rake through the mess of hair on top of my head as I trace over his feather tattoo. "Did I ever tell you how good you taste?" he murmurs, shrugging lightly to himself, "Fucking delicious." His hands lingering the curves of my body before he places two fingers on my clit. "No, no, no not again." I chuckle pushing him away as my body shudders from the sensation.

"Hmmm I suppose we'll have more time today." he rasps. "Indeed we will." I smile placing a kiss on his cheek. Let's just say the night was more than eventful, happy to be in each other presence again.

A/N:

WOW long time no see! I can't wait to get back into the flow of writing and now that the semester is over I have more time lol.

I hope you're all hanging in there alright!

xoxo-Janelle

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[calumance]

that talk about calum getting tan in his backyard turned me on whewwww what about him and his girlfriend are doing that together and he convinces her to go topless (since its their house and all) and major nipple play 🤯

Big oof to thought of Calum’s lips just being attached to your chest. 🤤🤤🤤🤤

        Calum always woke up before you, even if you tried to be the first one awake, he still managed to wake up before you. It frustrated you, and Calum always chuckled and told you how cute you were whenever you tried to tell him. “Just once could you lay in bed and pretend to be asleep or something so that I can feel like I woke up before you?” You had a smile across your face and you head leaning against your hand as you leaned your elbow against your knee which was bent and your foot resting on the seat.

        He shook his head and looked you dead in the eyes. The brown in them seeming to sparkle every time he looked at you. “I don’t understand why it makes you so mad that I always get up before you.” Another laughing rumbled out of his chest as he looked back down at his phone.

        A sigh escaped your chest and you turned you head slightly to look away from him. “I don’t even know why it makes me so mad. I guess it’s because I never get a chance to surprise you with breakfast, or coffee, or anything in the morning because you always beat me to it.” You gritted your teeth and playfully pushed his leg with your foot that wasn’t up on the seat.

        Calum raised an eyebrow and gave you a side-eyed look. As he locked his phone and started to shove it down in his pocket, he licked his lips. When he turned to you, the look in his eyes made your stomach flip and your lips curl into your mouth. His pupils suddenly blown and a smirk slowly pulling at the corner of his mouth. He shifted so that he could start crawling towards you. You dropped your leg and your arm and instinctively raked your fingers through his curly hair as he hovered over you. He cocked and eye brow and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, “Why should I let your surprise me when I can surprise you?” With that, he locked his lips back onto yours and wrapped his arms around you, transporting you into another dimension.

        Today was no different than any other day, when you rolled over in bed, Calum’s side was cold and empty. As you rolled onto your back, you placed you hand on your forehead and laughed. Of course he was awake before you, why would you expect him to still be in bed? After the sleep faded from your mind, you threw the blanket off your body and walked out of the room. As you made your way down the hallway, you peaked into the rooms you though he’d be in. Your eyebrows pulled together as you came to a stop not finding him anywhere in the house. Movement out of the corner of your eye caught your attention and you looked out the back door and into the backyard. A smile stretched across your face as you realized Calum was out by the pool.

        You take a few steps towards the backdoor and run your eyes over the sight of Calum. He was in just a pair of swim trunks and sunglasses. His hair was wet and his skin was glistening in the sun, the water droplets left from his last dunk in the water causing his skin to nearly sparkle. As you stared at him, he lifted his arms and placed them under his head. Watching him, you bit your lip; thoughts that were not exactly innocent running through your mind. Calum turns his head in relaxation and your turn on your heels to run back to the bedroom to change into your own swimsuit.

        The sun was warm against your skin as you stepped out of the house and into the backyard. It was the perfect day to spend by the pool, the sun was warm, but not hot. Calum lifted his sunglasses when he heard you shuffling towards him. A smile twitching onto his lips, “Good morning, love.” He said as he let his sunglasses rest on the top of his head and sat up.

        You toss your towel onto the chair and smile at him, “Good morning, handsome. Want to dip into the water with me?” You asked as you kicked off your shoes and started to walk toward the pool.

        Calum followed and dipping into the water next to you. At first, the swim was innocent and playful, but quickly it turned to something else. Your back was pressed against the wall and Calum’s hands were on either side of your head, his finger gripping the edge of the pool tightly. A mischievous smile stretched across your lips as you pushed him away and quickly hopped out of the pool. “Why do you do that to me?” Calum laughed as he lifted himself out of the water, sitting with his legs still dangling.

        You shrugged and smirked at him, “It’s fun to torture you.” Calum shook his head and looked down as he lifted his legs out of the water, pushing himself up off the ground. You squinted as you looked up and then down at yourself. “Do you think it would be weird to untie my straps so I can get a more even tan?”

        Calum plopped himself in the chair next to you and raised an eyebrow, “You could probably just take your top off, no one’s going to see you. I mean, with the exception of Duke and I.” He smiled and put his sunglasses over his eyes as he laid his head back and sighed in relaxation.

        He had a point, no one was going to see you. You pursed your lips as you shrugged and reached behind your neck to untie your top and toss it onto the ground. You laid back on the lounge chair and closed your eyes. A couple minutes passed before you suddenly felt Calum’s lips wrap around your nipple. You jumped at the touch, not even realizing that Calum had gotten up and crawled on top of you. A soft laugh left your chest, “I’m trying to tan, my love.” You mumbled as your back arched slightly.

        He pulled his lips away from your breast long enough to utter, “Couldn’t help myself,” before attaching his lips back to your nipple. You kept your eyes closed, reveling in the feeling of his plump lips wrapped around the bud of your nipple.

        As he switched his lips to the other nipple, he ran his hand up your side and rested on your breast where his mouth had just been. His tongue flicked around your protruding nipple as his hand massaged your other breast, a groan of pleasure finally escaping from your throat. His mouth traveled off of your nipple and slowly started to trail over your entire breast, keeping his hand busy on the other breast.

        It wasn’t until he gently bit down on your nipple that your moaned a little louder than you had wanted to. Immediately, you placed your hand over your mouth, hoping the neighbors hadn’t heard you. Calum’s lips formed into a smile as he detached from your breast and placed his other hand on your breast, massaging both of them at the same tempo. You leaned your head back and swallowed. His lips attached to your neck before he started to leave light kisses over your skin until he got to your ear. “Want to continue this inside, or out here?” He whispered in your ear as he gently pinched both of your nipples at the same time.

        Although going inside was going to give you more privacy, with the way Calum was playing with your nipples and breasts, there was no way you could make it inside. You swallow again before lifting your head and staring into his eyes, “No one’s going to see us. I mean, maybe Duke.” Calum grinned and locked his lips with yours, his hands continuing where they had left off, sending you into a land of pure pleasure.

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[nostalgiabones]

Big Sister // C.H

So here is the next installment of the Second Baby series - Mara finding out about the new arrival! I’m not sure how happy I am with how this turned out, but hopefully it’s better than I think. Feedback is appreciated as always! Thanks for all the love on this series so far 🥰

Word count: 3.5k

1. Finding Out 

“Have you got everything, Mara?”

Calum checks her backpack, full of the necessities for Luke and his partner to take care of Mara for a few hours. You were yet to tell anyone else of your pregnancy; just a sweet, exciting little secret between the two of you. Calum sleeps with a warm hand over your stomach, his fingertips finding a home under his t-shirt that you stole to sleep in. You’d finally got a doctor’s appointment for your first scan, to make sure everything is okay – it felt like so long since you first took the test, even though it had only been a few weeks.

You hand her stuffed elephant to her, knowing she’d be upset if she left it behind. It’s worn and well loved, after going everywhere with Mara for the past almost four years. It had been covered in food, ended up in the pool, and been through the wash more times than you could count, but Mara still loves it.  

“Yep,” Mara perches on the edge of the bottom step whilst Calum ties her shoelaces. It was something he had been trying to teach her for a little while, but she was taking her time trying to get her head around it. If you were in a rush, she’d happily just let you or Calum do it. “Will you come back soon?”

Calum nods in response, finishing her laces before dropping a kiss to her forehead. “We’ll only be gone for a few hours, okay? You’re going to have lots of fun with Uncle Luke and Delilah, honey. You might even be able to take Petunia for a walk.”

With Luke and his partner becoming parents to Delilah in the week following you finding out about your own baby, Calum felt bad asking him to babysit when they had their own family to take care of. Luke had waved his concern off though, of course, reassuring him that Mara was always welcome at their home, no matter how busy he was. If anything, you and Calum were just curious to know how Mara was around Delilah. It would be an indication of her reaction to your own news.

You worried your own nerves had rubbed off on Mara, as she seemed a little anxious about going to Luke’s, when she’d usually be excited. She didn’t know you were going to the doctors. Luke didn’t know either. Mara isn’t the biggest fan of the doctor, and you know it would only worry her more if she knew that was where you were going.

Something you were trying to keep in mind was how much of her environment Mara absorbed. The night you found out you were pregnant, she knew you were sick, and your morning (or, all day,) sickness hadn’t let up since then. You didn’t want to scare her, and things would make much more sense once she knew about the baby. Calum had taken over most mealtimes in case her food made you queasy, and you were unsure of how much she noticed.

“Okay, lets go,” You take her hand in yours as Calum locks the house, helping her into her car seat so you can head to Luke’s. During the short journey she points out what she can see along the way, as well as singing along to whatever was on the radio. “Oh look, Mara! There’s the baby.”

You spot Luke standing in his doorway with Delilah in his arms, the sweet three-week-old baby curled up in his hold. Seeing Delilah just makes you more excited for your own new arrival – that you get to have a newborn all over again.

“Lilah!” Mara exclaims, running up to Luke and wrapping her arms around his legs in a sweet hug. Luke’s free hand lands on her head, hugging her back the best he can with Delilah in his arms. “Hi Uncle Luke!”

“Hi, sweetheart,” He greets her, moving out of the way so she can step inside.

“Thanks for watching her today,” You tell him, lightly brushing your hand over Delilah’s hair in a silent greeting, careful not to wake her. “You’re brave taking on another child with a newborn in the house.”

“I told you, anytime. I’m an expert now anyway,” He jokes, rocking Delilah in his arms as he speaks to keep her settled. “Where are you headed to?”

Calum answers before you have the chance to. “We just have an appointment to go to.”

It wasn’t that you didn’t want Luke to know — more just that you were determined to keep it between the two of you for a little longer. The doctor’s appointment would provide the reassurance you were looking for, but you wanted Mara to be the next to know.

“Okay, we’ll be back to pick you up in a few hours, Mara.” You lean down to kiss her cheeks, saying goodbye before standing up again. “Be good.”

“I will.” She replies, hugging Calum before the two of you head back to the car. “Bye bye.”

***

“So, you’re around 8 weeks?”

You nod at the doctor’s question, a trembling hand held tightly in Calum’s as you lay on the bed. His thumb rubs soothing circles over the back of your hand, trying to ground you.

“I think so, yeah. If we worked it out right.” You reply, biting your lip from nerves as the doctor nods in response. The anxiety of the first few weeks of a pregnancy would never go away; it was difficult to keep a secret but would be even more difficult to tell them devastating news if it came. It was safer this way, and you enjoyed being in the happy little baby bubble with Calum for a while.

“Okay, we’ll be able to tell in a moment.” She informs you, before asking you to lift your jumper so she can get to your stomach. “Sorry, this will be cold. Is this your first baby?”

You shake your head, a smile on your lips as you think of Mara. “No, it’s our second. We have a three-year-old daughter.”

“Aww, how lovely. Is she excited to be a big sister?”

“We haven’t told her yet,” Calum replies. “But we’re hoping she will be.”    

Calum lifts your intwined fingers to his lips, brushing a soft kiss over your knuckles to distract you as the nurse squeezed the gel over your lower stomach. You shivered at the sensation, laying your head back on the bed as you tried to relax. It felt like a lifetime as the nurse ran the doppler over your barely there bump, waiting to hear the sound that every parent loves so much.

“So, there’s not too much to see since you’re so early on, but there…” She points to the screen, a small flicker in the centre of the screen, the first sight you and Calum got of your baby. “There’s the baby. And if you hold on a second...”

Tears spring to your eyes as you gaze at the screen. It’s not much, but they’re there, and it’s a relief that everything seems to be okay.

“Look at that,” Calum murmurs, chuckling as his other hand wipes the tears from your cheeks. “There they are.”

The nurse flicks a switch on her machine and suddenly, the room is filled with the whooshing sound of your baby’s heartbeat.

“There we go,” The nurse smiles at the healthy sounding heartbeat, confirming that everything is okay. It’s the sound you’d never get tired of – making everything suddenly feel very real, like there’s definitely another baby growing inside of you. “Everything looks and sounds great. Would you like some photos printing?”

“Yes please.” You reply, unable to focus on anything other than the tiny dot on the screen that would soon grow into your baby that you would raise and love. Calum couldn’t help but get emotional too – it doesn’t feel like anytime at all since you were here to have your scan with Mara, and now she’s almost four. It makes him realise how much she’s grown, and how nervous he is to tell her about the new baby in case she got upset. He couldn’t bear the thought of her being sad, especially since it would be such a huge change to her life.

***

“Uncle Luke, can we do some drawing please?”

Mara looks up from her plate at her place at the dinner table, where she had been eating her lunch, made by Luke’s partner.

“Sure, sweetheart. Let me just put Delilah down and then I’ll get the pens out, okay?” Luke answers, moving Delilah’s moses basket into the kitchen with his free hand, so he could watch her. He stands and rocks Delilah for a moment, making sure she was sound asleep before setting her down in the crib.

“Delilah is little,” Mara comments, watching as Luke tucks Delilah in, stroking over her light tufts of hair to soothe her as she settles.

“She is, honey.” Luke chuckles at her comment. “You used to be as little as Delilah too. You used to fall asleep on me like she does.”

“Really?” She exclaims, and Luke smiles at the wonder on her face. He loves watching Mara grow up and learn about the world, and answer as many of her endless questions as he can. She had been inquisitive ever since she could talk – “why?” being one of the first words that she learned. He sees so much of Calum in her. He’d always catch her just sitting quietly, taking in her surroundings – always observing without saying much. He sometimes wonders what she thinks so deeply about in her three-year-old mind, and he usually finds out when she asks her questions. “Did I cry as much as she does?”

Luke laughs again at her question.

“Sometimes,” He replies, having just settled Delilah from crying for a good ten minutes. Mara had seemed unbothered, distracted by his partner making her lunch, but she clearly had paid attention to it. “All babies cry a lot because they can’t talk and tell you what’s wrong. Once you were on the tour bus with us, and you cried all night because you didn’t want to go to sleep.”

Now it’s Mara’s turn to laugh at him. She clasps her hand over her mouth and giggles, clearly finding the story very entertaining as Luke gets out the pens and paper he has stored for her visits.

“What do you want to make?” He asks her, hoping it’s not anything too creative – he once tried to do origami with her, but in his new-dad sleep deprived state, he’s not sure how well it will go.

“I wanna make a card for mum,” She says, a concerned furrow of her eyebrows as she speaks. Luke notices how she wrings her hands together as she talks, a sign that she’s usually nervous about something. “Her tummy has been poorly.”

Luke pauses for a moment, wondering if that has anything to do with the appointment you had gone to, his mind filled with questions.

“Oh, has it? How?” He asks, and he’s not sure how much she knows, yet he’s worried that something is wrong.

“She gets sick when she wakes up.” Mara responds, and it tells Luke everything he needs to know.

Morning sickness?

Suddenly Luke feels as though he knows what’s going on, but he can’t be certain, and it doesn’t seem like Mara knows anything more. “I think that’ll be nice, honey. I’m sure your mum will love that.”

She’s quiet as she colours, needing Luke’s help to draw out the letters to spell ‘Mum.’ He notices she’s getting better at staying in the lines, considering her age. Luke thinks back to the day you, Calum and Mara met Delilah, how Calum’s eyes lit up when his partner asked about a second baby. He hadn’t thought anything of it at the time, but now from what Mara had said, it makes sense.

It’s not too long before there’s a knock at the door, and you and Calum are back to pick her up.

Mara is too focused on her drawing to pay attention to you speaking to Luke’s partner, her tongue sticking out in concentration. Calum sneaks up behind her, but doesn’t want to scare her, especially if it could ruin her drawing.

“Hey, you.” Calum taps her shoulder gently and her head snaps up, turning around at the sound of his voice. “What are you up to?”

“Hi, daddy!” She squeals as he picks her up, hugging her against his body as she wraps her legs around his waist. “I made this card for mum.”

“That’s so sweet, baby, do you want to give it to her?” He replies, knowing you’ll be joining them in a moment. He’s not sure of how much she’s told Luke, or if he knows anything at all.

You exaggerate a gasp as you spot the card in her hand. “Is that for me, baby?”

“Yes, for you!” She exclaims, handing the card to you from her spot on Calum’s hip.

Luke decides to pry as much as he can without overstepping.

“Oh yeah, Mara mentioned you’ve been sick in the mornings, are you okay?” He asks, a smirk on his lips as if he knows that you’re both going to understand his prods.

His question catches you off guard, knowing Mara had told him so innocently – yet it’s given Luke a huge hint as to what’s going on. Calum looks down at his docs and clears his throat, avoiding eye contact with Luke. “Oh, I’m fine, I’ve just had a stomach bug recently.”

Luke nods but narrows his eyes at you, and you change the topic of conversation before it can go any further.

“I think it’s about time we get you home, hey?”

***

“What if she gets upset?”

Calum sighs at your words and presses a kiss to your hairline, watching as you rub your thumb over the scan photo in your hand. The day had come to finally tell Mara about the new addition to your family, and you were nervous. You couldn’t bear the thought of your sweet daughter getting upset about such a big change to her life.

“We have lots of time for her to get used to it, honey.” Calum reassures you, his fingers grazing over the small, slightly raised bump under his palm. It wasn’t much, nothing that anyone outside of you and him would notice, if you looked close enough. It was small enough that Mara wouldn’t know any different, but you didn’t know how long it would stay that way. “The sooner we tell her, the more time she has to adjust. I don’t think she’s capable of being angry at you.”

You relax into him for a second, your head pressed against his chest as he holds you in the soft comfort of your bed. Mara is still asleep as far as you’re aware – there had been no sign of her calling for you from down the hall or joining you in your bed for a morning cuddle. You thought that a good time to tell her would be after breakfast, so she’d had time to wake up properly.

“I’ll go get breakfast started,” Calum murmurs, brushing his lips over the spot behind your ear. “Meet you downstairs. Stop worrying, okay? It’s going to be fine.”

You lay in the bed for a moment, taking a deep breath, before heading down the hall to get Mara up.

“Mara, honey, can we talk to you?”

Mara looks up from her toys, still comfortable in her pyjamas as she plays for a little while after breakfast. You’re cosy on the sofa, a throw strewn over your legs, as Calum sits next to you. His hand slips into yours, squeezing gently to ground you. Mara hops onto the sofa, snuggling in between the two of you, so you can talk to her.

“So, you know how Uncle Luke and your auntie have Delilah now?” Calum starts and she nods, waiting until you continue. “Well, how would you feel if we have another baby, to live here with us? And you got to be a big sister?”

She furrows her eyebrows in confusion, like she didn’t quite understand what was going on.

“I have a baby in my tummy, Mara.” You smile, giving her a minute to take in what you were telling her, as Calum runs his hand up and down her back, in a comforting gesture. “Do you want to see?”

You pull out the scan photo and set it in front of her, so she can see for herself. “They’re very small for now, but look, that’s the baby,” you tell her, pointing to the small blob in the middle of the photo.

“A baby?” She asks, her big, brown eyes gazing up at you. You nod, brushing her curls out of her face.

“Yeah, sweetheart. How do you feel about that? Are you happy?” You ask her, unable to tell how she was feeling.

“Yeah,” She replies, a small smile on her lips, but it doesn’t reach her eyes like her usual happy smile does. She sits quietly for a moment, her feet swinging against the edge of the sofa. “When will the baby be here?”

“Not for quite a while, honey. So, we have lots of time to get ready, okay?” Calum reassures her, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “It’s okay if you’re not excited right now, we know it’s a big change for you, but you’ll be able to help us with the baby as much as you want. They’re going to love you so much, little moon.”

She nods, her eyes not leaving the scan photo in your hand as she observes it. You notice her eyes are lined with tears, and you’re unsure whether it’s from being sad or just overwhelmed by the information. Your heart aches at her not being as excited as you had hoped for her to be.

“They’ll be just like Delilah, baby, but they’ll live here with us so you can cuddle them whenever you like.” You tell her, hoping it’ll help her to warm up to the idea. “You’ll be such a good sister, bub.”

Calum thinks about his relationship with Mali, his own sister – how he loves to have an older sibling to look up to, and he knows Mara will be that for the new baby. He had always wanted a big family, so Mara always has someone around, like he did with Mali. Even if she doesn’t seem to be excited now, he knows she’ll warm up to the idea eventually.

“So the baby is in your tummy?” She asks, looking at your hoodie covered middle, as if she was trying to see. “Is that why your tummy has been funny?”

You sit up, lifting your hoodie so she can look at your stomach, even though there’s not much of a bump to see yet.

“Yeah, honey, right in there,” You point to the middle of your stomach. “And they’ll keep growing until they’re ready to be born. My bump will look like your aunties did, with Delilah. And yeah, the baby made me sick, that’s why it was funny, but it’s okay.”

“That’s not very nice of the baby.” She frowns, concern in her eyes as she looks up at you.

Calum chuckles at her words. “It’s not the baby’s fault, honey. They’re just trying to grow, and that’s what makes mum sick.”

She reluctantly cuddles into your side and places her hand over the middle of your stomach, patting the spot tentatively. “Aww, you’re so sweet Mara. Are you okay?

Calum’s gaze catches yours and you share a look, both reassured that the fear of telling her was over – yet you can’t help but feel anxious about her reaction. You know she isn’t yet truly happy, since you know how she is when she’s happy, and it’s not as quiet as she’s being right now.

“Can I go back and play now?” She asks, and you nod, kissing her cheek and holding her for just a moment longer.

“Of course, Mara. Love you so much, okay? Having another baby doesn’t change that, I promise. You’ll always be our first baby.” You brush your pointer finger over her cheek as she looks at you, waiting for you to finish talking before she nods, sliding off the sofa with a “love you, mumma” before she goes back to her games.

Calum shifts closer to you, knowing she didn’t react how you had hoped. You hide your face in his neck, trying to hide your own eyes filling with tears as his fingertips smooth up and down your back.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” He murmurs quietly, so only you can hear. “She’ll come around, I promise.”

You just hope that he’s right.

***

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A Moment's Surprise--Chapter 7

Whether it’s called an accident or the fates of the universe, you and Calum find yourselves taking on the next level of your relationship: parenthood.

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Series Note: Across this series, pregnancy is discussed thoroughly. While I have made this series specifically a reader insert and have done my best to avoid coding for cis women, I am taking this moment to acknowledge that this content may not be suitable for every reader. I want to acknowledge even if I’ve been careful some things (like uteri) are still mentioned and if that causes you discomfort please DO NOT read this. You may keep scrolling (as there is a read more) / skip this as necessary.

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Chapter 7 

Calum brings your hand to his lips, pressing kisses along your knuckles. Distracted by your own magazine, you look over and then gently pinch at his cheeks. He grins and pauses with his thumb hovering over the two Google documents that you shared with them yesterday. You two wound up getting on the road late—even though the bags were packed after lunch, Calum still wanted just a bit longer with you. While never one to consistently delve into every desire that plagued him, Calum knew the second you mentioned that you’d be changing quickly before the drive that he wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity. You didn’t object to his advances and it delayed your departure by an additional hour and a half. But it was worth it. Now, in the doctor’s office, Calum figures he can use the time that they have to wait to catch up.

“That is my cheek,” he teases. 

You only shrug in response and go back to flipping through the magazine. He plants one last kiss on your hand and then turns his attention first to the invitations. He spots a card with swans at the top and laughs mostly to himself. You’re dead set on a swan or duck theme for the baby’s room. Calum only playfully resists you. 

As he continues down, he pauses at one that has a cute drawing of a dumpling. “Okay, but the fact that it says, ‘Their little dumpling is on the way.’ We can’t not have these as the invites,” Calum says holding his phone in your direction. 

“If it said Pumpkin I would’ve just ordered them without hesitation,” you say. 

“Don’t do that as we don’t have a venue quite yet. But this is my top choice.”

“Consider it done.  Or as close to done as it can be.” 

“So you’re not going to fight for your little swans?”

“Dumplings are cuter,” you counter. 

“Oh my god, you’re sick. What have you done with my partner?” Calum untangles his hands to press the back of his hand to your forehead. 

“Oh goodness, behave,” you chide. Your attempts to swat at his hands are mostly done in jest.

But Calum presses on and you grab onto his wrist. The action does not thwart him. “Hmm, no, no fever. Is this a Scooby-Doo kind of situation?”

“Part of me currently wishes it was.”

“If you turn out to be some ghoul hiding in a flesh suit, I will be disappointed but not mad.” 

A soft tuft of laughter catches his attention and he looks up to see the nurse. Their scrubs are decorated in soft pink flowers. They lean up against the door that divides the patient rooms and wing from the waiting area. “I mean this is the most entertainment I’ve gotten all day, so please, let’s see how this episode plays out,” they grin. 

“Well, this is a little awkward. Tell me you heard everything but that last line.” It’s not so bad that the two of you got caught. But that’s not the confession he’d want anyone else to hear. 

“Hmm, I could say that, but it would be a lie.”

“Damn,” he sighs and then stands to help you up. 

“I think we should start a swear jar now and you should just cash in a couple thousand right now,” you joke. 

“I’m-I’m not that bad!” Calum follows behind you and the nurse. To his right, he catches the small glimpse of a seashell painting. Though Calum’s only been around for a handful of appointments, there is something comforting about the painting. The more comforting thing is to see you taking things in stride. Some of your energy is back, but the movement now wakes you in the night, or catches you off guard and it’s clear that it’s not always pleasant. Nothing stops you from having your small moments of joy. As much as you and Calum did worry about all that is to come--for all the right reasons--he hopes that your small getaway is a reminder enough to take in the small moments as they come. 

In the lull between the nurse leaving and the technician coming in, Calum traces the lengths of your lingers. He wants to commit to memory every centimeter, but he knows it’s a faulty desire. His memory will never do you justice. “I could go for french toast right now,” you whisper to yourself. 

“Do you want to go after this?”

“For dinner tonight?” you ask. “I do have a meeting for work.”

“Dinner sounds good. I can text Mum and see if she wants to tag along.”

You nod. “That sounds good.”

It doesn’t take long to send off the text and by the time it shows that it was delivered there’s a faint knock on the door. Calum’s quick to get his phone put away. Before this moment, Calum was excited to know the sex of his baby. Now it makes his stomach flip just a little. Maybe it was the name debate still lingering in the back of his mind. He still hadn’t looked over the list. He still hadn’t quite gotten comfortable with the idea that everything he was being told now could be wrong. His little one still had every right to say that boy or girl wasn’t correct. 

What would he say? Would it be the wrong thing? Would he mean well and still land flat on his face? Would they still look at him the same?

It’s all theoretical. 

It’s all practical. 

It’s all in the future. 

It’s all right now as the monitor fills with his tiny baby still growing in the womb. “Oh, they’re in a good position for us to reveal the gender. I’m going to snap these pictures and then have the doctor assess and give you the exciting news.”

It’s all right now. 

The technician leaves. In the time Calum takes to blink, to look at you, eyes catching the mid morning light, there’s a knock at the door. The doctor peeks in, all smiles. 

It’s all right now. 

“I’m happy to give you two the good news. Baby is doing well, hitting all the percentiles for weight. And the even better news,” the doctor says, slotting herself onto the chair, “is that you two are having a baby boy.”

It is all…right now. 

_______________________________

“A boy?” Joy asks, setting her glass of water down onto the table. Her smile is bright even if her tone and cadence are even. 

The sound--the utterance of the syllable ‘boy’-- still causes Calum’s breath to catch. “Yeah,” he exhales. 

You squeeze his hand underneath the table for a brief moment. “I think he’s still in shock.”

“I-Well, I’m processing,” Calum defends.

“Oh, I’m so excited,” Joy laughs. “I’m sure, Calum, you’ll be tieing up cleats in no time.”

Would his boy like soccer? Would it be a different sport? Calum’s not sure he really cares what it is, he just knows he wants to be on the sidelines, at the games, or performances cheering his heart out. He wants to be there in every essence of the phrase. 

“A boy,” Joy sighs. “Ah, makes my heart full. How was everything else though? I know the last time you went to the doctor, they were a little concerned about your blood pressure.”

“It’s all good this time. We think it was just stress. Keeping an eye on it and hoping that now we have a lot more planned before then things stay where they’re at.”

Calum knows the two of you are talking, but he’s still thinking about the basketball games, or maybe the art shows, or maybe dance. Maybe even American football. He doesn’t know much, but your uncles are deep into it. He should ask them. Maybe it’ll be ceramics. Or maybe it’ll be music. 

“A boy,” he whispers mostly to himself, staring down at the menu. The pictures don’t register in his eyes. All he keeps picturing are all the possibilities with his child--stages, fields, practices, proms and school dances. 

When the three of you return home that night, Calum excuses himself to the music room for just a moment. He stares down at the text he’s had drafted since he dropped you off at work. The group chat’s been mostly silent since they’ve all returned home. Most of them no doubt are absorbing as much as they can of their worlds before they go back on tour. But Calum did promise he would update them once he got any news about the baby. 

We’re having a boy! 

It’s a fact. It’s complete. But it does not feel whole. So Calum deletes the text and then taps on the ‘i’ in the top right corner. He starts a group FaceTime call, plopping down in his office chair and waits as the lines ring. A boy, Calum tries to process the news and somehow it still feels like he’s dreaming. Calum really didn’t have a preference either way--he just wanted a happy baby. But the pride swells now at the thought that he could tote his little man along with him. Calum could teach him about rugby. They could match in outfits, granted you might have some thoughts about what was appropriate to match and what was not. But still, the possibilities, which were already new, feel newer. They feel limitless. 

“Brother, what’s up?” Ashton grins as he answers. 

“Hey, Ash.”

“Oh, you’re grinning hard, mate. Good news? How’s everyone doing?”

“We’re all good,” Calum exhales. “Good news on our front.”

“Looks like a party in here,” Luke says as his screen loads. 

“Hey, Luke,” Calum greets. 

“Where are you, Luke?” Ashton asks. Around Luke is a lot of blue but there’s no structures that make it clear where Luke is exactly. Ashton, Calum guesses, is at home in the office space that’s never really been an office. 

“Backyard,” Luke returns, showing off Petunia laying on the deck next to him. 

“Howdy, howdy,” Michael chimes in. “What’s happening?” 

“Cal’s got good news, or so he says,” Ashton chuckles. 

“Like baby news?” Michael questions, a smile crossing his lips. “I swear, Crystal and I are ready to go shopping. And maybe I jumped the gun and bought socks. But they’re cute socks too!” Michael disappears for a second, the sound of rustling in a plastic bag cuts through the speakers. He unveils a trio of red, navy, and white socks. Two of them have bear faces designed into them. 

“Michael, you’re buying clothes and they haven’t even told us the gender!” Ashton reprimands. “Well, sex, I mean. Sorry, Cal. Little Hood can be whatever they are, you know.” 

Calum shakes his head, trying to take a decent screenshot for you of the socks. “No worries. Where did you get those socks, Michael?”

“Target. Went to get another mouse pad for just normal use, not a gaming one. Passed by the baby section on the way there and got suckered in. You said the registry is complete, right?”

“It’s done, yeah,” Calum answers with a nod. 

“I’m going to need it. For scientific purposes only. You know, educate myself on what one needs for a baby and subsequent baby showers that we are going to have.” 

It’s clear as Michael prattles on, the clear indication that he’s excited for the baby, that Calum couldn’t have been blessed with better people in his life. They cared--deeply and unabashedly about Calum and his family that was growing. 

“While Michael preaches the good word of education, I’d like to actually hear this good news Calum supposedly has,” Ashton interjects. 

“Oh, good news. We love good news!” Luke grins. 

“I was going to text the group but it felt too lame, my text. But, today, we found out the sex. We-I’m still processing this by the way. It’s absolutely blown my mind. I don’t think I’ve been the same since I found out if I’m honest. We’re having a boy,” Calum concludes. 

His friends cheer from the phone screen. Ashton falls back in his chair, his phone camera only capturing the ceiling and the failing limbs that managed to cross over into the front facing camera’s view. Luke pops out of his chair. The shake of his screen indicates the movement of what Calum only assumes is a dance. Michael flies out of his gaming chair and starts running through his house. His cheers and cries for Crystal echo just slightly over the other’s laughter. 

“Our boy is having a baby boy!” Ashton shouts through a string of laughter. “Congrats, man! That’s so exciting.”

“They’re having a boy!” Michael hollers. “Shit, oh my god. At Target, there’s this onesie. It’s really cute! He needs it. I don’t care if you hate it Calum or if they hate it, baby Hood needs that damn onesie.”

Luke’s all smiles before part of his screen fills with Sierra. She passes along her congratulations, most of her attention stays on Luke as she laughs at Luke’s dance moves to celebrate the news. It’s utter chaos Calum is sure to anyone not in the room, watching as the rest of the boys holler in their excitement. But Calum wouldn’t want it any other way.  

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[hollandroos]

Crashing Down On Me ✧ C.H

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Summary: You've put up with a lot from Calum- a little too much if you ask me. How far is too far? and when will you finally walk away?

"If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?"

Warnings: A fair bit of angst.

Words: 1.3k

When Calum asked you to go to his father's birthday lunch you swore today would be the day he finally asked you that one damn question you’d been waiting for him to ask for damn months now. 

Because people don’t just take anyone to their family lunches, right? Right? 

During the car ride, Calum told you that you looked beautiful, stating that your summer dress made your eyes pop and that he particularly liked the way you did your hair today. The compliments made your heart jump and you kept waiting. Desperately.

Ask me, I’m ready.

I’m waiting.

But when you tried to grab his hand apon entering his family home he was quick to brush you off. He continued to introduce you to everybody at the party as his friend and even more so, his cheeks turned a rather embarrassing shade of pink when you scooted closer to him to the point where your knees were touching whilst his mother was talking to you both.

You should be the one that was embarrassed, not him.

Slowly throughout the event, your heart sank more and more in your chest. No amount of sparkling wine could distract you from the way that Calum didn’t even look in your direction. Unlike on the car ride, where he’d had his hand on your thigh the entire time, eyes flicking to the passenger side where you sat every few seconds. 

When the two of you were in bed together he deemed he couldn’t get enough of you. Calums calloused hands had grazed every inch of your body and soul. You knew his deepest fears and he knew yours. You discovered his fear of being alone before he was even aware of it. You’d spent a portion of his last tour with him, missed key exams to be front row at his concerts. Picked up drunk phone calls at three am when he needed a ride home from parties. You’d listened to him talk about how badly he’d been hurt before and why he’d never let himself get hurt again.

“You make this celebrity thing a little less lonely, you know?” 

You were a fool to believe you meant more to him.

“I’m just not a relationship person. I don’t do relationships.”

The breaking point was when he left you alone in a room filled with strangers to talk to one of his childhood friends who had been invited. And he looked at her the way he should’ve been looking at you.

You were filled with jealousy. A sickening amount at that. But there you stood alone, a glass of sparkling wine in your hand as you watched Calum- your date look at another girl in a crowded room the way he only looked at you when the two of you were alone. 

Calum was not yours. But you so desperately wanted him to be. 

You decide to sit down at a nearby table, your fifth glass of wine had made your head hurt but you grab another, hoping this one would numb the pain a little better than the previous glass did.

Moments go by before the seat next to you is pulled out and Calum takes a seat next to you. 

“You alright? You’re very quiet today.” 

“I’m good.” You assure him, feeling yourself begin to choke on your words ever so slightly.

“You know you can’t lie to me, lovey,” Calum tells you softly.

He considers grabbing your hand for a mere moment before wiping the thought from his head. Instead, he takes the glass of alcohol from your hand and places it softly on the table. 

You want to throw the wine in his face and ruin the designer suit that he looks so good in. But that wouldn’t be very mature of you, so instead you play with the gold band around one of your fingers, refusing to meet the eyes of the boy who was so seemingly worried about you. 

“Cal?” You swallow, praying you don’t choke on your own confidence. "If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?"

Calum freezes, so you repeat yourself. Only a little louder this time. 

"If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people… will you do it?"

“I-I…” Calum draws out his answer, hurt eyes staring down at the table. 

He can’t even look at you and that alone is enough of an answer.

You purse your lips. Salty tears threaten to spill from your eyes and god - if you weren’t currently in a room with so many people you would’ve let them slip. Maybe that’s why you’re so thankful you and Calum are finally having this conversation in front of all his closest family. That way he can’t see you completely and utterly torn.

You grab the wine he’d previously taken from you and skull the rest, needing some sort of liquid courage to get up and leave. 

You knew that if you didn’t end it now you’d repeat this cycle for many more months. Allowing yourself to be used and discarded when necessary on Calum's part.

“That’s what I thought.”

“Y/n, please don’t go.” He begs quietly. Afraid anyone around him would hear the situation that was currently taking place. “Please stay.”

Time after time you’ve done as he asked. You’d turned away shifts at the bar when you desperately needed money to spend evenings cuddled up in his bed whenever he was available. Slipped away from family events early to meet for coffee because he asked you to. You’d cancelled girls' night to run away to a random hotel because he missed you. And for fucks sake, you’d cancelled dates with boys who were actually interested in putting a label on it when Calum had told you they weren’t worth it. 

But not this time.

You stand up hurriedly, pushing your chair into the table with such a force it makes the glasses shake and cutlery clash together harshly. Calum looks around to make sure no one’s paying attention. He catches a few concerned gazes. 

“You’re scared, Cal.” You hit him with the bitter truth. “You’re scared I’m going to hurt you the same way they did. You’re scared I’m going to get frightened off by the paps and crazy fans and you’re scared that you’re not worth it.” As you speak, Calum doesn’t try and stop you. “I have stuck around through everything. Everything. And I have waited for you to realise.”

“I almost left months ago you know? But Ash, he- he told me to stick around because eventually you’d realise what was right in front of you and you’d make me yours but I have waited for so long and I can’t do it anymore.” You swallow harshly. “I’m not just going to keep fucking you when it suits you.” 

Had he really been treating you like that? Calum ponders, like some object he can call on when he feels like it? 

“You’re more than that.”

You had become somebody Calum regarded highly. Your presence alone bought him joy and he thought he’d proved that to you. But Calum wasn’t a relationship man - he’d told you that before. The brunette doesn’t know what else to say. Your words, brutally fucking honest strike him like a knife to the chest. 

“Really? Because it doesn’t feel like it, Cal.” You collect your phone and keys from the table. “Don’t call me, don’t text. Just- let’s leave this here. Whatever this is - “ you point between you and Calum. “It’s done. Find yourself somebody else to fuck over. I’m not going to sit around and wait for you to realise what you’ve got anymore.” 

The part that hurts the most is that Calum just watches you walk away. Somehow after all that a small part of you thought he’d try and stop you from leaving and an even smaller part actually expected him to grab you and kiss you as you’d asked to prove his feelings.

But the bigger part of you knew that Calum would never do that much. He was hurt beyond repair and as much as you believed you could fix him - you couldn’t. 

Calum can do nothing but watch desperately as what was possibly the best thing that had ever happened to him walks away. 

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[beyoncesdragon]

The disappointing Gender

Pairing:  Bestfriend!Ashton x Reader   

Warnings: shit ton of cursing, dont worry I love men, but women are just easier at times. Based on a real story, that shit really happened to me. 

Summary: Some men are just straight up trash. And what’s better than to vent about them to your willingly listening best friend Ashton. 

My Masterlist 🦋

(Gif credits: @ghostofmashton​)

“I don’t know exactly what goes through your mind when deciding to finally peel your limp body out of your comfy sheets, go through the usually long, self-esteem-damaging process of “getting ready”, find an outfit you would feel comfortable but not underdressed in and then leave for a party. Let me be honest, I mostly think: at least let it be worth all this. And then maybe something like; maybe I’ll meet someone. “Someone” carefully and fully on purpose undefined because you don’t want to get your hopes up and then be disappointed. But “someone” secretly being a guy, optionally a boyfriend even, but just maybe.

“However, now you are at that party, ready to meet new people and you take a look around. You see many people; some you think are pretty in your eyes some aren’t. But that’s okay, that’s only natural. So then after a time, when you have met a few girls you get along with, you spot the “someone”. And your friends somehow knew about him and all that bullshit and tell you the teeniest bit of bloody information alright? And he, on top of that, seems to be interested, keep that in mind.”

I stopped for a second, taking a gulp of my water. The few ice cubes clicked softly against the glass when I placed it back down.

“Alright. Now, you chat with him, all friendly funny business, you develop a sort of insider joke. It’s funny and you think wow, it isn’t all that difficult to talk to boys, amazing. Eventually, you also had a few, and I don’t want to say advantageously but it does help.”

A giggle fell from my bestfriends lips, but I decided to just keep going. “I will again be honest, I was a bit…inebriated if I may say so and if you would want to take me as an example. However, maybe you flirt for a while, and it really all goes well, so well that you would’ve started to become suspicious, since it was you after all. Continuing, because you’re bloody sloshed, you don’t suspect anything, even though if you would’ve just listened closely you could’ve totally heard fate snigger.”

I earned an amused hum from Ashton for that, picking up my glass again. “Further on, one of your new friends disappears with a guy and it’s okay for you but not for her friend whom you also are friends with now. That, because the other girl actually does have a guy eventually. But she isn’t sure. So you go get her, and you sit down with the girls outside to have a chat. Because it’s important that she still has a good night and so on. During that amount of time, you selflessly neglect your guy. Not that he is your guy in reality, but you secretly might have planned on making him your guy.” After a big gulp I placed my glass back down again, the ice now almost completely molten.

“Suddenly, that bloke walks out, raising a single hand at you as an obvious goodbye. And you sit here, startled and a bit dumbfounded because what the fuck is he leaving already. Quick note; it was hardly midnight, the clock stroke twelve maybe two minutes ago. So you get up, approach him and ask, why in the love of Jesus effing Christ he’s leaving already. His response; well. He hasn’t been blessed with the best of experience with women.”

And annoyed frown settled on my face. “I mean what kind of excuse is that? I haven’t only met them good guys either, but do you see me acting like an antisocial scaredy-cat? Nope sir, because I am not that superficial, and you shouldn’t be as well because I am not “women”. Also, have I mentioned that my friends told me, that he was total slag, like a fuckboy freshly bred. Best experience with women my fucking ass. However, back to my example; you then are still a bit startled because he slips that he has been cheated on and all that godforsaken crap. And in your woozy, naturally kind-hearted state you are in, you do feel sorry and possibly even apologise for being so bold. Also, because you don’t want him to think bad of you, he is very attractive after all and you have not given up your hopes just yet.”

A grin had now settled on Ash’s lips, as he leaned back with his drink, the attention still fully with me. “Then he says something like; but it was nice to meet you, and asks you to say your name again, and you do so. Naturally you do ask him the same thing…and you may have forgotten the name already.” I added with a frown, desperately trying to remember. “Something with F and it sounded French or such. Don’t know, not important anyways. Just like his existence.”

At that, Ashton laughed out loud, but wisely keeping quiet. “Yeah you just laugh…however, he then throws that horrid line; we’ll see each other again yeah?

At you, and you might think cool. But how for the love of fuck, since you don’t have anything except for a name. So the thing you do then is, you scrap all of your…I don’t know confidence from off the bottom of your rotten self and ask, if he wants to at least give you his snapchat.” Ash let out a whistle but I waved him off.

“I’m not done yet. So you ask. And he just ignores your question somehow, can’t really remember how. The whole time he’s walking away from you backwards, I guess towards the busstation and you have to follow him like damn mongrel…however. You end up leaving it be and sprinting back to your friends telling them what happened. Because they “know” him, they know his Instagram, so you decide to follow him. But he is on private so you got to send a request. Done with a few clicks, in approximately ten seconds. So now he is gone, you feel disappointment bubbling up, because fuck.”

Ash nodded slowly, looking up at me since I got up impatiently from his couch. “Sounds fun?” he said in a more or less questioning manner and I shot him a dark look.

“Buzz off twat, the best part’s only coming.” Ash rose an eyebrow, leaning back expectantly again. “Next morning you go and check your Instagram, somehow curious if he accepted your request and what do you see? He fucking declined it! This bloody wanker skipped my music, stole my attention and wasted my fucking time, four hours of it!” Ashton broke out in a fit of laughter, nearly spilling his drink.

“Comedy at its finest, certificated gold. Platinum even. Oh Jesus Christ. And that all has obviously not happened to you, you just purposely told it like it did right?” I huffed annoyed, dropping down again. “Never, as if stuff like this would ever happen to me. I mean, I totally understand mankind, it’s just that you can’t fucking use any of them.” Ash giggled, a dopey grin on his face.

“Come again?” I rolled my eyes. “I said, that you can’t fucking use any of you gentlemen. Men are so disappointing, like get a grip on yourselves honestly.” Ash grinned, nudging me with his foot. “Haven’t you just said that he should stop being superficial because of one woman?” he teased and I gave him an angry glare.

“Cheating and just generally being international disappointments is something else. I slowly start to believe that you guys are just born with that twat-gene. It’s almost not your fault. It’s probably the Y-chromosome, would explain why women aren’t like you guys.” Ash shot me an amused grin.

“I don’t know if I would surprise you saying that the explanation why men and women aren’t the same accurately is rooted in our genes. To be specific, it’s even a matter of just those two chromosome, the X-chromosome and the Y-chromosome…” I groaned annoyed, aiming a pillow at his head. I missed, but the message was clear.

“Smart-alecky dimwit, get off my back. I need emotional support, because member belonging to your sex has wasted my time and, in addition to that, ruined your all’s reputation.” Ash just hummed amused.

“Is that so.” I nodded, pouting bolshie. “Then I suggest, you listen to Ariana Grande’s Thank u Next and some Beyoncé, maybe also Rihanna. They’ll support your idea of men being trash immediately I am sure.” I flipped him off immediately, even though he had brought up a good point.

“I am kidding sweetheart. I know men can be idiots, but so can you females.” I couldn’t help but throw him a derisive look “Yes, males and females can be difficult at times.” I mocked him and he just shot me a lopsided grin. “Now you get off my back, annoying brat. But you are over him?” I shrugged.

“I mean, I was never actively involved with him, so I guess?” he nodded softly. “Venting felt good?” I nodded quickly. “Always does. Thanks bud.” He smiled warmly at me. “Everything for my best friend. Mind if I quickly call Kaitlin…” as he saw my face he immediately rolled his eyes. “Oh your little girlfriend huh? Young Irwin’s a little whipped?” giving me the finger he got up and grabbed his phone. “Shut up. I’m right back you bitter prick.”

I laughed sitting up again. “I am not bitter, I am happy for you Ash. Furthermore, I don’t have any problems with taken people or relationships. The problems I have, start when selfish and inconsiderate assholes rub in the fact that they have someone, and start gushing about them. When I, as an admittedly slowly bitter, but independent single person, couldn’t give a shit or two.” Ash grinned at me, shaking his head slightly. “I love you, you madwoman. Also, I am sure you’ll find your guy and we can do all those disgustingly cute things best friends do when they both are in relationships.”

I scrunched my nose. “Like what? Double-dates? In this case, I’d rather stay single Irwin, and now get lost you need to call your babygirl or whatever. Our ice cream is melting and our friends-day is not over yet. So you better hurry your red-dyed, slicked back visage up.” I responded harshly but with a loving lilt to it.

“On my way, woman. Love you, don’t eat my ice cream.” I just huffed, waving him off quickly. “Love you too, you ashy bitch.” I then almost choked on my water when I saw his expression at my words. He grinned and shook his head, pressing his phone against his ear.  

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[5-seconds-of-bucky]

hey pumpkin!!! congrats again on 400!!! you deserve it ❤️❤️ could you maybe do 14 and 20 from the prompt list with cal please?🥺thank you!! x

Thank you so much! I’m so sorry it took me so long to write this.

Word Count: 485

Warnings: None

14. “I will always be there for you”

20. “I need your help”

You sat at a desk, surrounded by what felt like pounds upon pounds of paperwork. It didn’t help that you day had already been terrible. You spilled tomato sauce on your white shirt during lunch, your boss told you that since they let another employee go you were going to have to pick up the slack, and you had a splitting headache you couldn’t seem to get rid of. 

Calum was in a similar predicament, trying to come up with ideas for the studio tomorrow. Balls of paper were strewn around him and he felt like he was going to break down at any moment. It was just one of those nights. 

You realized around 10:00 that neither of you had eaten dinner yet, so you went to see if Calum wanted any. 

“Hey, babe,” you say as you knocked on the doorframe. Calum looked up from his hunched over position, smiling softly at your tired state. “Do you want me to make dinner?”

“That would be great. Need some help?” 

“Sure.” 

Calum shuffled out behind you, wrapping his arms around you when you made it to the kitchen. He took notice of how you were less chatty than usual, only really talking when he asked you something. 

“I need your help, babe,” Calum mumbled from beside you.

You only hummed in response, keeping your eyes on your food, obviously spaced out.

“Can you help me with some inspiration for a song?” 

“Yeah, sure.” 

You made your way to the living room and sat down on the couch with him, laying your head on his shoulder and answering questions as he asked them. 

“You feeling okay?” he asked in a somewhat worried manner, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. 

“Uh, yeah. Just work stuff.” 

“What’s going on, sweetheart?”

“Just . . .” you paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to stop yourself from breaking into tears. “One of my coworkers got laid off last week and my boss told me I needed to pick up the slack but I’m not getting paid any more for it and,” A tear fell, staining the fabric of Calum’s shirt. “I’m super stressed now and I just want to go to bed but I have all this work to do.” You let a few more tears fall.

Calum looked at you sympathetically, rubbing you back as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. 

“Hey, hey, it’s gonna be okay. Why don’t you try to work with it for a week or two and if it’s still bad, start looking for a new job?”

“Okay,” you mumbled, not moving your head. “Thank you.”

You know I’ll always be there for you.”

“You’re the best, Cal.” 

“Only because I have the best wife.”

You smiled into his shirt. Even if you were having the worst day, Calum always knew how to make it better.

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[soft-luke]

This is the life | Ashton Irwin

Y/N has always been living her best life. She loves to help people and sometimes works in her family’s coffee shop. Apart from the time she spends with elderly people, she is being offered a job that she can’t say no to. She is supposed to look after a passionate, yet lonely drummer whose life keeps slowing him down. Soon, she falls into a hurricane of feelings and problems.

Warnings: characters deal with depression, swearing, possible smut, physically disabled character

Prologue

Chapter 1

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[cals-eyebrows]

Prompt: kinky cal 😩😩 yes pleasee

Note: FUCKKKK anon!!!! you made me BLUSH!!!! I’m not good at this and maybe this isn’t kinky enough but here it is!!!

(This is smutty smut smut, you’ve been warned.)

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You and Calum had been dating for awhile. It was a lot of fun, and you were slowly getting integrated into his friend group, and just last weekend you had finally met Mali-koa, his sister. Everyone in your life and his life were so sweet and supportive with your new relationship.

You were still getting used to each other, but it was all positive experiences. You thought it was cute how Calum had a strict bedtime routine: brushed his teeth, let Duke out, and then held Duke for at least 5 minutes, wishing him sweet dreams before putting him in his kennel for the night. Every single night. 

And Calum was learning about how you loved to listen to music as loudly as you could while you showered and the way you ate your food in a clockwise pattern.

This also meant you two were still exploring physically, too. This was an exciting time for you! You (and Calum, for that matter) took care to learn what the other person liked. Calum, despite his goofy exterior, you realized, liked to be a little rougher and often grabbed your neck while he pushed inside you.

You never would have guessed. 

*- * -*

You were sleeping when you felt Cal’s arm came from behind you, wrapping around your waist while he spooned you. You felt his hips push into your bum slightly, knowing he had just come from being out with the boys. You knew he was probably a little tipsy, and therefore, horny. You were a pretty light sleeper and the thunderstorms outside had been keeping you from falling into a deep sleep. 

“Hey, bubba,” You whisper, and in response, Calum leaned over to kiss your ear. You turned over so you were laying down facing each other. 

Cal still doesn’t say anything, just connects your lips in the dark. You find yourself getting lost in his kissing, and his wandering hands. 

You make out for awhile when Calum mumbles: “Can I turn the lamp on? I gotta see you, baby.”

“Okay,” You answer and soon, some of the room comes to life with light. It’s only your small bedside lamp, so half of your handsome boyfriend’s face is shadows. 

You continue to kiss, while Cal’s hand continuing wandering. You help him remove your ratty, overly large PJ shirt, a vintage Led Zeppelin t-shirt. With your skin exposed with just your panties on, this ignites a sense of urgency in Calum’s movements. He’s grabbing your boob and pinching your nipple, which leads you to moan.

His hand moves lower from your waist, brushing the sensitive skin that you’re dying for him to fully indulge. Calum using his  skillful pointer finger to move your tiny, sensitive bud in circles, causing your hips to buck up toward his hand, wanting more friction. 

You’re about to reach down to unzip Calum’s jeans (his shirt has been lost while you itch to get closer and closer), when he breaks away from you. “Wait, baby. I have an idea and it’s totally okay if you’re not into it.”

You take a second to mull this over, looking at Calum’s face. His cheeks are flushed and his lips look a bit pink from all the kissing. He looks beautiful. You’d do anything for him.

“Okay, what is it?” You ask, simply wanting Calum to be inside you and –

“What if we… film it?” 

You feel your eyebrows furrow together a bit without realizing you were doing it. Well, in theory, you had thought about doing this but now it seemed so nerve-wracking. What if Calum watched it over and thought you were shit? 

It was really stupid, but all of your unrealistic insecurities were bubbling to the surface. Calum noticed your hesitation but he cupped your face in his gentle hands. “Honey, it’s okay, we don’t have to. We can just keep going and I know it’s going to feel incredible.”

You find yourself shaking your head, feeling randomly brave, “No, it’s okay, Cal. Yeah, let’s do it. I’m game.”

Cal’s face breaks out in a huge grin and he’s leaping off the bed, looking comical with the tent pitched in his jeans, you think: That can’t be comfortable.

He leans over to grab his phone off the nightstand, and opens up his camera app, switching it to Video Mode. He then sets it up on your dresser, which sits parallel to the bed and is pretty good height. Calum spends some time setting up the phone just perfectly, setting up a book nearby to lean it on.

Finally, he deems it situated. “Okay,” he basically jumps back on the bed. “it’s recording. God, you’re gonna look so fucking sexy for me, baby.”

You smile into your kiss, trying to ignore your nerves. 

You spend the next few minutes kissing before Calum puts two fingers inside of you, stretching you slightly. “that’s my good girl,” He sighs, never leaving your lips.

You moan from the sensation, loving how he feels. 

Soon, he’s hovering over you and situating himself in-between your legs, his tip teasing your entrance. You rest your legs over his shoulders while he pushes into you, you both moaning, loving this position. Calum fills you, then almost completely pulls out, and then pushing back into you. The large movement creates such a sensation that has you seeing stars. 

Calum has one arm holding himself up over you, the other playing with your sensitive bud. The feelings of being filled and the tingling from your clit has you overwhelmed, and you can feel your orgasm building. You let your moans flow freely, Calum following your lead. 

Finally, your orgasm hits and your grip on your boyfriend looses a bit. Calum’s thrusts are getting sloppier and sloppier, so you know he’ll hit his end soon too. He does, and holds you close while you feel pump into the condom inside of you. 

He holds you for a minute, and kisses your forehead. He pulls out, and throws the condom out before looking at you sprawled out on the bed. He grins, “now let’s watch that shit back!”

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