#calumsmermaid

[calpops]

Ok so it’s the first family dinner since you moved in with their family officially and Calum wanted to make the dinner all special so he had the kids clear their homework off the kitchen table and had Declan set it for a classic family dinner instead of sitting on the couch with the tv and it gets to the end and everyone has finished (almost) everything on their plates and Biscuit squeezes past Calum under the table and starts licking Addy’s hand, his tail wagging on the other side (hitting Cal)

You weren’t expecting much in the face of dinner on the first night you were officially moved into the Hood home. You figured it’d be like any other night; or even a little more relaxed as everyone was seemingly running on fumes. But to your surprise the table was set for dinner and not crowded with homework and discarded sports equipment. Declan was just bringing the last of the silverware out and Calum followed behind with home cooked food and not takeout that would be eaten on the couch. You were surprised as much as you were appreciative. Addie came bolting around the corner; always hyperactive and on the move. The dogs trailed after her, Biscuit keeping pace and Duke begrudgingly behind but following nonetheless.

“What’s all this for?” You asked as you approached the table and took in all the effort. Declan had even set out placemats and napkins; homemade placemats from his and Addie’s days in preschool—the only placemats in the house—and napkins at every seat. It brought a smile to your face.

“To celebrate,” Calum said as if it was obvious. “It’s your first night officially here. Wanted to show you we could do more than dinner by the tv.”

You gave them all your thanks and praise and sat down to what started as a lovely meal. Until the plates were nearly cleared and Addie’s eyes filled with mischief and hands disappeared under the table. Biscuit was quick to zoom over to her, knocking against knees and clumsily taking down anything in his way. You could hear his tail thumping as it hit against something repeatedly and were clued into the fact that it was Calum’s leg when he winced with every thump.

“Addie what did I say about giving the dogs scraps while we’re still eating?” Calum reprimanded but posed as a question for Addie to have to answer.

“Not to,” she said, brown eyes wide. “I’m not!” She defended.

Calum tilted his head to the side and arched an eyebrow in question; not wanting her to lie.

“He’s just licking my hands,” she explained in a high pitched squeal.

“Because?”

“Because I don’t want to waste a napkin. We have to save the earth, dad!”

You suppressed your own laughter and knew Calum was trying to collect himself. Addie was fiery, always full of comebacks; some making more sense than others, but always being hilarious.

“She’s right. We have to do our part,” Declan pitched in; knowing his add on would break Calum, especially when he ducked his own hands under the table for old Duke who had since padded his way over.

And it did. As soon as Calum was laughing—through a groan of disapproval and a bit of appreciation at the kids wit—you let yourself laugh too. Fancy family dinners were nice but this was much more of a Hood affair. Dogs licking hands and getting scraps, silly words and laughter feeling much more like home than a set table.

#calum hood blurbs #calum hood imagines #dad!cal #hfa #hoodfamilyadventures #hfablurb #calumsmermaid #fam!sos

[maluminspace]

Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Michael Clifford/Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Requested: by @calumsmermaid​

For Hogwarts!SOS Prefect Hufflepuff!Reader gets paired up with Slytherin!Michael for a project (the troublemaker prompt thing) in Care of Magical Creatures, where they have to take care of a creature a la the muggle baby doll project but with a puffskein or some other single x rated creature according to Scamander's rating system 

Includes: strong language, references to discrinitaion and judgement based on schoolhouse 

A/N: Thank you for this really cute request, Lauren! I hope you enjoy it <3

***

As soon as your care of magical creatures professor places down the large basket of small furry creatures on the ground of the little paddock, you realise that today marks the start of the project you’ve been looking forward to all term.

“Throughout your time in this class since your third year, you’ve all demonstrated that you can take care of various magical creatures under my supervision.” The teacher explains, her friendly face lighting up in a fond smile as she surveys her students. “Now it’s time to find out how well you cope without my help…”

The rest of the professor’s sentence is lost as a mischievous giggle draws your attention to your least favourite classmates. 

“I bet I could throw one of those little fluff things right through that open window.” Luke Hemmings chuckles, pointing at one of the nearest greenhouses. The morning sunshine bounces off of his caramel coloured curls as he flashes his notoriously cheeky grin.

“Fuck off…” Michael Clifford scoffs, nudging his friend’s shoulder as he shakes his head in disbelief. “They’re puffskeins, you troll, and you definitely couldn’t do that!” His dyed blonde hair falls onto his face, obscuring his pretty green eyes for a moment.

Luke scowls, his bright blue eyes flashing with something like determination. “I’m the best chaser that the Slytherin quidditch team has ever had, I could definitely do it!”

Michael rolls his eyes, seemingly unconvinced by his friend’s argument. “Calum’s a better chaser than you.” He replies simply. It’s hard to tell whether he’s being serious or just trying to tease Luke. His handsome face remains almost expressionless save for a tiny mischievous glint in his emerald green eyes.

Regardless of whether the slightly older boy is joking around or not, Luke genuinely takes offence to the comment. His pale cheeks turn crimson as he launches into a rant about why he’s a better chaser than their friend Calum Hood. 

Your interest in their conversation couldn’t be much less, but their continued bickering distracts you from the professor’s explanation of the new project. “Excuse me!” You hiss, turning to face them fully. “Can you two keep it down please?” You ask, your tone clipped, fully conveying how annoyed you are by them.

Whilst Luke looks a little embarrassed at being called out by a prefect, Michael actually looks more pissed off than anything else. “I’m sorry…” He scowls, “I don’t remember asking for your input.”

Matching his tone you straighten your posture, ready to put the little idiot back in his place. “I’m not giving you my input, I’ll be taking five house points from Slytherin if you don’t shut up, though.”

Michael’s gaze flickers down to your gleaming Hufflepuff prefect’s badge, perched proudly on your pristine robes, before meeting your eye again. “Why do you think I’d even care? It’s not like slytherin ever win anything anyway…”

“That’s not true, Mikey!” Luke interjects, “We win more than Hufflepuff.” The tone he says your house name in makes you bristle, you hate anyone speaking ill of your house. That little spark of anger quickly develops into a raging flame when Michael laughs at his friend’s quip.

“Slytherin really are just a bunch of snooty purebloods that think they’re better than everyone else.” You sneer. “Well I’ve got news for you two, you’re definitely not…”

Michael’s face twists into a disgruntled expression but before he can reply to you, the teacher yells out your name. Your attention snaps to her as your cheeks begin to burn with embarrassment. “I’m sorry miss…” You mumble as the professor regards you with a mixture of surprise and disappointment.

“I expected better from a prefect.” She replies, “You’re supposed to set an example, not throw around judgements and accusations based on the house that someone has been placed in.”

You feel thoroughly humiliated, wishing that the ground would swallow you whole as you apologise once more. 

“Since you clearly need a reminder as to why Slytherin is a valid and important cornerstone of the school, I’m pairing you with Mr Clifford for this project.” The teacher explains, before turning her attention back to the rest of the class. “In a moment I’ll ask you all to come and collect a puffskein…”

Your attention dwindles as the reality of your punishment hits you. This project was meant to be the jewel in your care of magical creatures crown. You’d researched puffskeins so that you were entirely prepared for it and you’d really hoped to get paired up with someone who was equally as academically gifted as yourself. Instead, you find yourself lumbered with one of the laziest and most troublesome students you’ve ever had the misfortune of being in a class with.

“Way to go…” Michael whispers indignantly, “Now we’re stuck working together for an entire week!”

“No one’s more upset about that than me.” You huff, scooping up your satchel as you follow the rest of the class to line up next to the basket of puffskeins.

The expression on Michael’s face silently expresses his doubt in your statement. The fact that he, a no-good layabout is displeased at being paired with you, makes you angrier than you care to admit. “Well at least you have a chance at getting a decent grade for this project.”

Michaels vague displeasure in the situation as a whole, suddenly starts to solidify into annoyance directed purely at you. “Shows how much you know, ‘prefect’…” He snarls.

You’re not entirely sure what his statement means but you have no time to press him for an explanation. He turns his back on you to take the tiny creature that the professor hands to him. To your surprise, Michael is uncharacteristically gentle with the puffskein, cradling it almost fondly in his cupped hands as he carries it over to the edge of the paddock.

Following him, you find that you’re suddenly a little less irritated by the Slytherin boy. Perhaps that’s just the power of cute little magical animals.

“Now…” The professor begins once the last puffskein has been handed to an eager student. “In your pairs, I want you to care for your animal until this time next week. You’ll be graded on how well you feed, groom, train and generally care for your puffskein.” The teacher stares directly at you and Michael as she continues her explanation of the project. “A large portion of your grade will also be determined by how well you work as a team. I expect you to organise a stable routine so that you don’t unsettle your creature. As this is a practical assessment, you will not be provided with any equipment that you may need for this project. You’re each expected to source and maintain whatever items you feel you may require. As always I commend practicality as well as imagination, so keep that in mind if you want to earn a top grade.”

As much as you’d like to take in every last detail of the project to ensure a good grade, you can’t help but be a little distracted by Michael. He looks so soft, bathed in the speckled morning sunshine filtering through the leaves of the plush trees lining the paddock. His expression is almost loving as he smiles down at the little fluffball in his hands. The puffskein seems just as fond as Michael as it hums contentedly.

“By the end of this lesson I want you to have all named your temporary pet, this in itself, is an important task as a name says a lot about a creature…” The professor rambles on, bringing your attention away from Michael. “I also want to see a brief outline of your care plan for your puffskein before you leave, does anyone have any questions?”

When no one raises their hand, the professor gives a final nod, “Very well, I’ll speak to each of you as I make my way around the class.”

Michael carefully lowers the puffskein to the ground before sitting cross legged on the grass. The tiny yellow creature bounces into his lap before you’ve even settled down next to him. 

“I think he likes you…” You mutter, hoping to break the tension between you and the Slytherin. If you’re going to have to work together you need to be at least civil with each other.

The blonde boy meets your gaze, his green eyes still soft. “Yeah, I think he’s a better judge of character than you.”

A few minutes ago a sentence like that would have annoyed the hell out of you. Michael’s tone wasn’t as confrontational anymore, though, and he seemed content as he returned his attention to the tiny furball in his lap. “We’ll see about that.” You giggle, surprising yourself at the lack of malice in your own voice. “Do you have any ideas on what you’d like to name him?” 

Michael looks kind of surprised as you reach over to tickle the top of the puffskein’s head gently. “You’d let me name him?” He asks.

“Well I think we should decide together, but I’d like to hear your suggestions first.” You confirm, “Especially since he seems to have already chosen you as his favourite.”

A tiny laugh escapes Michael when he scoops up the tiny creature and holds him out to you, “Maybe he’ll warm to you if you apologise for being mean to his daddy.”

As much as you’d like to argue that you were never mean, you succumb to the somewhat charming glint in Michael’s eye. “Fine…” You concede, gently taking the puffskein into your own hands. “I’m sorry for saying those horrible things about you and Slytherin. I was just angry, but that’s no excuse.”

The puffskein hums as it settles into your hold, seemingly as content with you as he was with Michael. 

“There’s a series of muggle computer game called Final Fantasy.” The Slytherin explains, shuffling a little closer to you so that he could stroke the puffskein with his fingertips. “The main Character in one of them is called Cloud. He’s one of my favourites and the colour of this lil guy reminds me of his hair.”

Despite being unfamiliar with most of the muggle world yourself, you’re shocked that Michael has any knowledge of it all. Slytherins are still notorious for being from the strictest pureblood families.

“We’re not all distant relations of the Malfoys and stuff y’know.” Michael mumbles, evidently detecting a little of your surprise. “Slytherin is a lot more accepting of halfbloods and muggleborns than it used to be.”

Silently berating yourself for your blatant judgement, you tentatively place your hand on Michael’s upper arm. “I’m sorry, I just…”

“I know.” Michael smiles, albeit a little reluctantly as he stares down at your fingers that are still curled around his bicep. “Slytherins have a bad reputation, but we’re working on changing it.” 

You fail to stiffel the giggle that bursts from you. “Really? You and Hemmings, the most mischievous boys in our class are trying to help Slytherin get a better reputation?”

There’s a note of amusement in Michael’s tone when he replies. “You don’t have to be a complete nerd to be a good person, prefect. Just because we don’t always pay attention in class, it doesn’t mean that we’re anything like the dickheads that gave our house a bad name in the past.”

Your guilt at possessing such critical thoughts based on someone’s house alone begins to twist your insides and you drop your gaze to the little puffskein that had now bounced back into Michael’s lap. “I’m sorry I judged you.” You mutter quietly. “I can tell you’re not a bad person.”

A moment of slightly strained silence stretches between the two of you, during which your puffskein continues to hum lowly.

“That’s nice of you to say.” Michael replies finally. “Not many people care enough to apologise or admit when they’re wrong about us.”

You shrug, smiling as widely as the discomfort in your stomach will allow. “Well I’m not like most people, Clifford.”

“I’ve noticed.” Michael responds, his cheeks turning a pretty colour as he meets your gaze. 

After another moment of silence you decide to break the tension by refocusing on the task at hand. “I like the name Cloud, I think it suits our little guy.”

Michael smiles brightly, your approval apparently meaning a lot to him. During the extended eye contact the two of you share, you can’t help but wonder whether the fondness in Michael’s eyes is purely for the tiny creature you’re discussing, or if it’s possibly partly there for you as well.

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[irwinkitten]

Dude I wanna do a little build a bear date where you like, have the other person wait in the food court or another shop for about ten minutes while you make their bear and then you get the little box house and then tag them in and go home once you’re done at the mall and swap stuffed animals and they each have little voice messages for each other and just 🥺🥺

hello but doing this with calum? 

he’d find it amusing at first, especially with being forced to wait in the food court, but the look on your face when you were done would just make him so soft. so when it’s his turn, and he records the message, he’s grinning as he utters the words ‘i love you my sunflower.’ and by the end of it he’s super excited because he can’t wait to see your face. and so when you swap stuffed animals, he can’t help but think that he wants to really make this work with you, especially when you announce that you’re gonna spray the bear in his cologne so when he’s on tour, you might not miss him as much.

sleepover monday

#calum hood blurb #calum hood blurbs #sleepover monday #calumsmermaid #ask you shall receive

[mashtonasfuck]

This is a shout out post for our lovely fic writers who have been keeping us all fed today!

@maluminspace, @ghost0fy0u, @calpops, @calumsmermaid, @irwinkitten, @sexgodashton, @h0tsos, @5sosnsfw, @dammitbands, @cxddlyash, @cakesunflower, @galcalirwin, @sublimehood, @cal-puddies, to name some lovely people off the top of my head!

You are all wonderful, and your snippets that you have given us have been amazing and I’m excited for whatever you decide to post next!

Also, if there is anyone I have missed - I am so, so sorry! There’s A LOT of fic on my dash rn and I’ve lost track of it all, but you are just as incredible and wonderful and I love you.

#you’re all amazing #cashtonasfuck #text post #maluminspace #ghost0fy0u #calpops #calumsmermaid #irwinkitten #sexgodashton #h0tsos #5sosnsfw #dammitbands #cxddlyash #cakesunflower #galcalirwin #sublimehood #cal-puddies

[ghostofmashton]

Moodboard based off @calumsmermaid‘s blog. 

#mystuff #calum #calum hood #5sos #5 seconds of summer #moodboard #calumsmermaid #i hope i did it justice lauren #you deserve it #follower appreciation

[cakesunflower]

Been watching forensic files all evening and just had a think about Calum coming into the room and being like “how are you curled up just calmly watching stuff about murder?”

me when i watch criminal minds and chicago p.d. like deadass. my mom will be in the kitchen and i’ll skip by to go to the living room and cheer “time to watch people get killed!” dkfjndjksn PSYCHO ENERGY

#calumsmermaid

[bobagukks]

url playlist!

this looks super cool haha thank you @sunshinecal for tagging me! xx

[ c ] changing of the seasons by two door cinema club

[ a ] a change of heart by the 1975

[ l ] love you like that by dagny

[ u ] used to you by dagny

[ m ] me without you (all i ever wanted) by all time low

[ m ] magic by the cars

[ i ] i wanna go by yuna

[ x ] XO by john mayer

i tag @horansqueen @calumscalm @itsrainingharry @lilacsos @undertheniall @harryfeatgaga @clemmings @calumsmermaid (perfectly fine if you’ve done it already!)

#horansqueen #calumscalm #itsrainingharry #lilacsos #undertheniall #harryfeatgaga #clemmings #calumsmermaid

[gigglyirwin]

I haven’t seen ships in forever oh my god! My selfies are in tagged/my-face 🥰

ship: | calum | michael | ashton | luke |

You and Calum decided to honeymoon in Fiji. You loved the beach, and Fiji was the perfect romantic getaway that you both needed.

You arrived on the island late, so after getting some well-needed rest that night, you were ready for the day, already in your bathing suit with a towel hung over your shoulders.

“You’re not even gonna wait for me?” Calum teased, his voice deep from just waking up. 

“You’re so slow. Hurry up!” You laughed

Calum threw himself out of bed, grabbing his swim trunks to change into. He grabbed his towel as well, opening the sliding door of the beach house you were staying in there. The beach was right behind it, just past a few palm trees and a small garden. 

“I’ll race ya,” Calum grinned, taking off towards the beach before you had a chance to answer.

best friend:  | calum | michael | ashton | luke |

CALM lyric: “i’ll close my eyes while you walk away”

Compliment: The color of your eyes is absolutely gorgeous!! Also, I love your URL!

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SHIPS ARE CLOSED

#gigglyirwin does ships #calumsmermaid #asks #gigglyirwin answers

[pxrxmoore]

Me: reading the anon post about Alex Me: excuse me that is my older brother 😨

ajkskskkd ok FAIR like labelling Alex daddy is Not It for me it’s makin me feel weird 😅 he’s such a sweetheart 🥺

#there is only one man on this planet thats Daddy material for me and you all know who that is smfh #calumsmermaid

[miserybegins]

The photo of Gerard that you tagged as his worst hair vs. square hair Dan

omg choose your fighter

#i will say gerards is worse #dans was simply a product of the times #calumsmermaid #answered

[calpops]

⭐️ for finding forever ☠️ for veiled valor 👀

⭐- What’s a scene/paragraph you’re proud of?

I really love their first discussion in the diner and finding out how similar yet different they are. Hard cover and leather bound. Sketches and written words. Optimist and realist. finding forever

☠️- Did you consider killing off any of the characters? Did you?

Some men died during the mutiny. I’ve considered maybe offing a more known character but I don’t know, I guess only time will tell 🤔 veiled valor

Writing Asks | Ask Here 💫

#dont know how people would feel if i actually went through with that vv idea... 🤔😅 #thank you for asking!! ☺️☺️♥️♥️ #ask game #ask #calumsmermaid

[maluminspace]

Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Calum Hood/Michael Clifford

Word Count: 3.4k

Requested: @calumsmermaid​

A thought: Professors!Malum are supervising the first Hogsmeade trip of the year, reminiscing on all the dates they had there when they were each a young Ravenclaw (Mike) and Puff (Cal). Also some pining because after a couple years of teaching old sparks are starting to reignite but neither of them have said anything about it. 🥺 

Includes: Pining, mutual pining, mild sexual content

A/N: This was a really great request, Lauren. I enjoyed writing it so much! I hope you like it :)

***

Autumn was in full swing. The large trees lining the path between Hogwarts and Hogsmeade were already filled with leaves made up of a multitude of different rich red and gold colours. As Calum walked amongst them, he admired the way they drifted away from their branches and swirled around him in the light breeze. 

The Charms professor always enjoyed supervising these weekend trips, but today felt extra special somehow. That was partly down to the perfect fall weather. After all, the way that the weak morning sunshine filtered through the branches, scattering pretty shadows across the leaf-strewn ground made for a very pretty view. Laughter filling the air around him and the carefree chatter of students enjoying a rare taste of freedom from school, also added to Calum’s particularly good mood. 

As much as all of those things lifted his spirits, Calum had to admit that none of the were the main reason for the smile that seemed to have unconsciously graced his face. No, the key factor in that was walking alongside him, rambling passionately about how his new lesson plans were proving to be a success. 

“...And I’m just really excited to see how my new fifth year students react with the thestrals.” Michael grinned, “I know it must be weird for the ones that can’t see them but it’ll be interesting to see!”

Calum sort of hated himself for not having listened properly to his colleague. He’d been too busy daydreaming. It wasn’t because he was bored, he just couldn’t help remembering his own time as a student. He’d been an eager young Hufflepuff back then, ready to take on the world. There’d been times that he’d felt invincible, like nothing could ever stop him from achieving whatever goals he set for himself. One of those times was during his final two years as a Hogwarts student. Those were the years that he’d been lucky enough to call Michael, the cheeky Ravenclaw he’d been in love with since his first day of school, his boyfriend. 

“Sorry, I’m rambling.” The blonde man mumbles, awkwardly pulling his robes a little tighter around his waist. 

Things had been getting a little tense between the two of them lately. It’s been two years since they’d both come back to Hogwarts as professors of their favourite subjects. It’d been strange at first, having not seen each other for years prior to the welcome dinner on that first night of school. Their break up at the end of their 7th year had been emotional to say the least. Neither of them had really wanted to seperate but the career paths they’d chosen were very different at the time. Michael had wanted to travel the world studying every magical creature known to wizarding kind, just like Newt Scamander. Calum’s dreams, on the other hand, had stretched no further than the Ministry of Magic in London. They’d discussed trying out a long distance relationship but had ultimately decided that it wasn’t fair on either of them, particularly when Michael was bound to be uncontactable for certain periods of time if he was busy tracking dangerous animals around remote parts of the planet.

To distract himself from the heartbreak, Calum had thrown himself into applying for every job vacancy that the Ministry posted. He hadn’t really cared what area of the Wizarding Government he worked in and had initially been over the moon when he landed a position in the 

Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. He’d worked in the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad for three years before the current head of Hogwarts had approached him to offer him the job of Charms Professor. Despite loving his job in the ministry, he couldn’t very well pass up such a rare opportunity and he’d found out later that Michael had a very similar story regarding his appointment as Care of Magical Creatures Professor that same year. 

It kind of felt like fate had thrown them back together, somehow. Two vacancies becoming available at Hogwarts in one year was very rare in itself, so the odds of them being for the two subjects that Michael and Calum specialised in was, at best, extremely improbable.

“Don’t be sorry.” Calum replied, a soft smile curling the corners of his lips. “I’m really happy that your new lesson plans are working out so well.”

“But you wish I’d talk about something else.” Michael giggled, his eyes scrunching in the corners adorably. “You don’t change, Hood. You still have that glazed over look in your eye when you get bored of a conversation. You can’t lie to me.” His tone is undeniably fond as he bumps Calum’s shoulder playfully with his own. 

Calum scoffs. “It’s Professor Hood now, actually. Besides, I’d never dream of even trying to lie to you! You know me too well.”

His words were completely true. He couldn’t really think of another person on earth that knows him as well as Michael does. Despite the years they’d spent apart, the two of them still shared a seemingly indestructible bond. In fact, it was becoming harder and harder for Calum to deny that his old feelings were resurfacing with a vengeance. Michael hadn’t really changed a lot, he was still kind, loving, funny and not to mention that he’d actually gotten even more beautiful since their years as students.

“That’s true.” Michael beamed, watching Calum with those pretty green eyes that constantly seemed to have mischievous glint in them. “So are you going to tell me what you were thinking about whilst I was rambling about my students and animals?”

A slight blush coloured Calum’s cheeks as he shrugged. There was no point in denying that his mind had wondered, but he didn’t want to be too honest about the thoughts that had been fogging his mind “This just brings back some nice memories I guess.” He replied, gesturing to the little knot of buildings looming ever larger ahead of them. “We used to love our Hogsmeade dates, didn’t we?”

Michael’s expression became an odd mix of fondness and sadness. Calum was also sure that there was a hint of longining in the blonde’s eyes, but he didn’t want to kid himself into thinking that Michael still cared for him in the same way he had done back then. “We did.” The former-Ravenclaw sighed. “Remember the time we tried to sneak off into the woods to make out?”

Calum laughed at the memory as he nodded. “We got detention for like a week…” He recalled fondly. 

“Yeah…” Michael muttered, his cheeks slowly heating up to match the pinkness of Calum’s. “We never did finish cleaning all of those potion bottles, huh?”

The Charms professor giggled cheekily, resisting the urge to say anything that might alert Michael to the fact that he missed those times more than he could ever say. “Do you think our professor ever realised what we were really doing in those store cupboards?”

Michael’s blush deepened even further, his gaze focused straight ahead where most of their students were starting filter off in different directions as they reached the edge of the village. “I think we’d have gotten into even bigger trouble, if they had ever worked it out.”

There was no doubt about that. Calum had often wondered just how badly they’d have been punished if a professor had walked in to check up on them, only to find Michael pinned against the shelves with Calum pressed against him, their hands tucked down each other’s trousers as they panted into desperate kisses. He had to try hard to shake that thought from his head before speaking again. “Yeah, you’re right there…”

A slightly uneasy silence settled over them as they reached the edge of Hogsmeade. Calum couldn’t help hoping that Michael was thinking about one of their intimate moments as well. There really was something rather nostalgic about taking this walk together and he wasn’t sure just how much longer he could pretend that he only wanted to be Michael’s friend.

“We used to go to Zonko’s first, every time we came here, do you remember?” Michael asked, pointing down the high street towards the magical joke shop. “We must have spent a small fortune in that shop over the years.” 

“Yeah, we must have.” Calum agreed. “Shall we go and see if it’s changed much?” 

Michael nodded enthusiastically, walking with a little added spring in his step as he made his way through the crowds. It really did feel as though the Charms Professor had been transported back in time, watching his excitable sixteen-year-old boyfriend weaving through the masses of wizards littering the street to get to the joke shop. 

When the blonde man came to a stop outside of Zonko’s to take a look at the magical window display, Calum almost bumped into him, but just about managed to avoid a collision. They stood side by side for a long moment, giggling at the display of nose biting teacups as they repeatedly attacked a moving manikin. Realising just how close he was standing to his fellow professor, Calum felt his fingers twitch towards the back of Michael’s hand, almost of their own accord. When they finally made contact with the blonde’s cool skin, Calum had to suppress a gasp as a familiar sensation, similar to a jolt of electricity shot up his arms, causing his pulse to race in his chest. Judging by the startled look on Michael’s face as they met each other’s gaze in the reflection in the window, the Care of Magical Creatures professor experienced an identical shock. 

Michael glanced around at the crowd of students as though he was worried they’d have noticed something happening between their professors. “Shall we go somewhere a bit quieter?” He asked, a shy quality to his voice. 

Calum nodded, even though he was sure he was about to be subjected to a tedious conversation about how the two of them can never be more than friends ever again. He allowed Michael to lead them off the high street into a slightly less busy one. It didn’t take long for the marginally younger man to work out where they were headed. He decided against saying anything out loud, but his suspicions are confirmed when the garish pink exterior of Madam Poodifoot’s Tea Room looms into view just ahead of them. The tiny cafe had never been that popular with Hogwarts students due to its old fashioned decor and the distinct lack of butterbeer sold there. Calum’s always quite liked it though. He and Michael used to snuggle up together at a table near the window, drinking hot chocolate and chatting for hours, comparing their purchases from Zonko’s, Honeydukes and Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop. 

The familiar tinkle of the bell above the door announced their arrival as Michael swung open the old pink wooden door. Unsurprisingly, the tea room was fairly empty. The elderly waitress that Calum recognised from back in his school days, looked up from a teacup he was drying and smiled at them brightly. “Hello boys.” She beamed. “Haven’t seen you two in a long time. Don’t you both teach at Hogwarts now?”

“You remember us?” Calum asked, shocked by this revelation. 

The waitress nodded. “I never forget a face, dear.” She stated plainly. “Your old table is available, if you want to take a seat, I’ll bring you a menu over.”

Calum had already made a few steps towards the table when he realised Michael wasn’t following him.

“Thanks, but I don’t think we need a menu.” The slightly older man said, causing Calum to turn around to face him again. “We’ll just have our usual won’t we, jellybean?”

Calum was caught off guard by the use of his old pet name. Michael had fondly given it to him on their first ‘date’. They’d sat by the Black Lake with some snacks and Calum had brought along a few muggle treats that he thought Michael would enjoy, having had very little experience outside of the wizarding world. He’d particularly enjoyed the jellybeans, giggling that their name was funny and cute, just like Calum. 

The two men locked eyes, unsure of what to say now that Michael had, seemingly by accident, thrown their whole equilibrium off. 

The blonde man looked seconds away from a breakdown as he opened his mouth, presumably to apologise. 

Calum couldn’t bear the thought of Michael saying sorry for using a pet name he’d loved so much. In a split second decision he held his hand out to Michael and smiled, albeit shakily. “Of course, pumpkin.” He replied before forcing himself to look over at the waitress. “Two hot chocolates, please, with extra whipped cream and sprinkles.” He ordered, trying to keep his voice even as Michael took his outstretched hand. 

The elderly lady smiled almost knowingly before bustling off behind the counter to fix their drinks.

Calum still felt kind of shell shocked but having Michael’s hand in his again felt so right. He led the way over to the table by the window that they always used to claim as theirs, his heart thudding in his chest like a bass drum. 

“Cal.” Michael whispered when they reached the table and the younger man reluctantly let go of his hand so that they could sit down. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“Don’t apologise.” Calum shrugged, trying to sound calm and reasonable. “I’ve always loved when you called me that.”

For  a moment it seemed as though Michael might continue trying to apologise. He still looked a little embarrassed and Calum hated that. “I just… Well it kind of slipped out, I guess this place sort of…”

“I know.” Calum cut him off gently, gesturing to the seat that Michael always used to occupy. “You don’t have to explain to me, Mikey.”

The Charms teacher’s words didn’t seem to have the soothing effect that he’d hoped they would. Michael continued to give off an air of anticipation and anxiety as he took his seat and immediately started staring out of the window.

If he was going to get their comfortable atmosphere back, Calum had to act fast. He reached across the table to place his hand over Michael’s. Part of him wanted to confess that he was still in love, that his heart would probably always belong to Michael and that he could do what he pleased with it. That conversation could possibly end very badly, though, and Calum wanted to enjoy this time with Michael, even if it meant keeping his deepest secret buried forever. He couldn’t entirely change the subject, that would feel forced and he wouldn’t be able to concentrate properly anyway. Instead he found what he hoped was an acceptable and comfortable middle ground. “Remember the time that we suggested Luke bring his date here in our final year?” He asked, smiling mischievously as he recalled the disastrous afternoon. “We came in here to spy on him just in time to see him spill the tea in her lap.”

Michael laughed, his green eyes sparkling beautifully. “She called him a clumsy troll but they still ended up going on a second date.”

“Only because Ashton sent him a letter with a long list of do’s and don'ts for dating to get things back on track.” Calum replied, stroking over Michael’s knuckles with the pad of his thumb.

“Oh yeah!” The blonde exclaimed delightedly. “I’d forgotten about that… I swear those two made dating look like hard work. We never needed anything like that.”

It was true, of course. Dating Michael had been as easy as breathing. Every development in their relationship had felt like a natural progression and despite the odd spatt created by stress or typical teenage jealousy, their two years together were pretty damn near perfect.

“Do you still hear from Luke and Ashton much?” Calum asked, eager to keep the conversation flowing, even though the ache in his chest was starting to reach an unbearable level. 

Michael nodded, smiling faintly. “They both write to me quite a lot, Luke came to visit me over the Summer, too. Ashton said he’d try and get back to England for Christmas so we could have a meet up. Do you still talk to them?”

“Not as much as I’d like.” Calum replies, “Ashton did mention that meet up at Christmas in his last letter, though.”

Luckily the waitress chose that moment to bring over their hot chocolates, saving Calum the bother of trying to muster up another subject change. “Enjoy, my dears.” She chimed, offering them both a fond smile before heading back to her task of drying teacups.

“Wow these look just as good as I remember.” Michael beamed, taking hold of the handle of his mug with his free hand, seemingly reluctant to break contact with Calum.

Equally as disinclined to take his hand away from Michael’s, Calum lifted his own mug with his other hand. The hot chocolate tasted every bit as delicious as he remembered, the whipped cream and sprinkles on the top adding just the right amount of flavour. 

The two men were enveloped in a noticeable silence for a moment. It wasn’t exactly tense or uncomfortable but it definitely felt significant somehow. It was broken, however, when Michael lowered his mug to reveal a tiny blob of cream on the end of his nose that made Calum giggle. “You never change…” He declared delightedly, placing down his own mug so that he could reach over and wipe the little white smudge away with the tip of his thumb. “You always used to get cream on your nose when we were kids.”

Michael’s eyes sparkled with a playfulness that Calum hadn’t seen in a long time. “Yeah, but when we were kids, you wouldn’t just have wiped it off with your finger. You always used to kiss it off, remember?”

The Charms teacher gave a wistful little smile as he nodded. “Of course I remember. You always used to blush, no matter how many times I did it.”

Without uttering another word, Michael took another sip of his drink, holding Calum’s gaze over his mug the entire time. When he lowered it another globule of whipped cream was perched on the tip of his nose.

Calum rolled his eyes fondly. Of course this would be Michael’s way of trying to see whether their old spark was still there. “You did that on purpose.” He accused light heartedly. 

“Oh no… did I do it again?” Michael asked, feigning innocence. “You’re not allowed to use your hands to get it this time.”

A whole flurry of butterflies seemed to fill Calum’s tummy as he silently agreed to Michael’s only condition. He slowly leaned forwards until he was close enough to the flecks of every different shade of green in Michael’s eyes. Not wanting to turn the sweet gesture into anything more meaningful without Michael’s clear say-so, Calum simply pursed his lips and gently sucked the cream from the tip of Michael’s nose. He backed up just enough to see the familiar pink tinge appear in the blonde’s cheeks before Michael caught Calum’s face gently in one cupped hand. “You used to always give me a kiss on the lips afterwards, I’d hate for us to break tradition.” He whispered, tilting his head ever-so-slightly to create the perfect angle for kissing.

 Without hesitation, Calum closed the tiny gap between them, placing a soft gently kiss to Michael’s lips as requested. It felt even better than it used to when they were kids. Their hormonal lust and vague understanding of love had been enough back then, but they were wiser and more experienced in life now. The fact that they still felt as though they fit together perfectly, was even more significant in adulthood. 

Michael sighed blissfully as they pulled apart, giving Calum the impression that the blonde had been aching for that kiss as much as he had. “I really missed you.” Michael smiled bashfully, “I know we’ve been friends for a couple of years again now but… I still missed you.”

“I know exactly what you mean.” Calum replied, stroking Michael’s cheek gently with his finger tips. “This feels like it’s how we’re meant to be, doesn’t it?”

Michael nodded, leaning into Calum’s touch. “We’ve been slow to realise it, but I know we’ll have a lot of fun making up for lost time.”

As they closed in for another kiss, Calum had absolutely no doubt that Michael was right.

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[irwinkitten]

Best friend!Luke and plus sized!Reader having a day out together and being platonically affectionate without noticing a pap nearby and dealing with the aftermath and rumors the next day

having been friends with luke for so long, you knew that you would get some sort of targeted insults whenever you went out with him. You’d long since accepted that the price you paid to have his friendship was one you were willingly happy to pay if it kept him in your life.

you’d both gone through hell together, neither one leaving the other. the days that he struggled, you were there and vice versa. 

it just happened to have been a day where your world had come crashing around you. you’d ended your relationship, knowing that had you dragged it out any longer, it would’ve been even worse for the both of you.

luke hadn’t hesitated to pick you up and drive around so you could cry it out before taking you for a small shopping trip.

it was usual for the two of you, going out and his arm often found its way over your shoulders or your arm was linked with his. 

you had your arms linked whilst walking through the streets of la, deciding where to go. 

“how bad was it?” you knew he’d been holding back his questions, choosing to put you first instead of interrogating you. 

“knowing you don’t love someone the same way? it hurt. but having to say that to their face, to break both of our hearts? i felt guilty for feeling so relieved but it still hurt.” you admitted quietly and he sighed, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“c’mon, lets grab some coffee and pick up a takeaway. you deserve that at least.” you gave him a watery smile before he let the way into the cafe. 

the following day, you’d woken to your texts going off, confusion as your group chats went off as well as individual texts going through.

the first one you saw was from your ex.

‘anything you wanna say?’ was followed with a link. clicking it, your heart sank.

“5sos front man clearly wanting something more heavier to throw around” was the leading title followed by photos of the moments before you’d gone into the cafe. 

‘it’s not what you think. you know luke is my best friend and this has happened before. why is that so difficult to believe?’

that seemed to be all you said that day, repeatedly typing the message until the words stopped looking real to you.

by the evening, you were exhausted and miserable, so when luke facetimed, you were very tempted to decline. but you didn’t.

“wow, you look like shit.” was the first thing you were greeted with and you glared at the camera.

“considering the damage done thanks to the paps, i think anyone would look a little shit.” you snapped before sighing. “sorry lu, it’s been a rough and long day.” 

“i get that, i’m coming around yours for wine and ice cream and we’re gonna deal with this without making it worse. i’ll be over in an hour.” and you laughed as the call cut, the first time you’d laughed all day.

yeah there were prices to pay to have him in your life, but you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

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[flannelpunkcalum]

Ok but spy!sos and one of them got hurt on the last mission and they’re half trying to stay out of your way and half trying to help while you’re working on making sure the rest of the team is safe

oh my GOD let’s say it’s Luke bc let’s face it with arms that long he’s got to be prone to injury and HQ told him to take the time off until he’s healed but he begged until they let him join you in your office “helping” you while the other three go on the mission and he’s got one arm in a sling but he’s happy to be there with you “all to myself” and of course whenever he says anything like that the other three guys are groan and yell at him over the comm link and he winks at you with that megawatt smile and you roll your eyes and he takes off his headset and says something like “how’m I supposed to go back into the field when I know how sweet you look when I’m teasin’ you angel?” without the boys being able to hear and when you say “you know the rules, put your comm back on” they can hear the smile in your voice but they don’t get to see it so Luke still acts smug as he puts the headset back on. 

while the guys are going on with the mission he’s poking around the office and trying to figure out what all your stuff is and you have to smack his hand away from your monitors all the time and he’s always like “oh guys guys guys there’s this guy heading towards you -” and you’re like “don’t worry about it, he’s about to get a call from his boss that pulls him away” and Luke’s like “...are you always doing stuff like that for us? we gotta give you a raise, angel” and he still doesn’t quit fucking around until shit actually hits the fan you get him to step back and if he liked you before seeing how you work behind the scenes to keep them safe now he’s just in awe of your composure and grace under pressure and once the mission is done and the guys are as safe as they ever get and the comms are off Luke helps you out of your hair with his good hand and doesn’t let go, just smiles at you for a second like “...you know how incredible you are, right?” “I’ve been told I’m a miracle worker” you smile but he presses on like “yeah, but that’s not the same” and you shrug with a little smile but he still doesn’t let go and after a long moment he’s like “once my arm is better I wanna take you out, sweetheart. dancing or something. at least to say thank you, if it can’t be more” and you’re like “...I don’t know if that’s a great idea.” “our lives are always in danger, angel. live a little with me.”

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[mulletcal]

Hi Sarah! Congrats on 1k lovie 🥰. Poppin by to request a ship! Pisces sun, Sag moon, Aries rising, selfies in tagged/my-face. Love all animals and writing, and I'm ridiculously interested in cryptids and such. Also big ocean nerd if my user isn't enough hint at either of those last two things oops. Love you 😘

LAUREN my sweet angel bby. lowkey i remember the day you followed me i was shook bc i love your blog so much?????? anywHO i ship you with calum. just bc i can see the two of u on the beach, talking about the ocean, the depths of it, what else lies out there.  it would likely lead to you guys talking about aliens, cryptids, and such until you watch the sun go down; duke laying lazily at your feet.  he would take any opportunity possible to make u feel special, adoring your love of the ocean and going as far as to bring back small bottles of oceans he came across when he was apart from you with notes about what he was thinking about when he saw that, or how much he missed you, a countdown of the days until he got to come home to you, etc.  I LOVE U I HOPE THIS IS OKAY????

#calumsmermaid

[cakesunflower]

Don’t think about Calum coming home from tour, quietly sneaking back into your house well past midnight, ready to crawl into bed with you and surprise the munchkins in the morning, only to find you half asleep on the couch with the kiddos asleep in your lap, neither of them wanting to go to bed until their dad was home. Just a thought you definitely shouldn’t consider. Good night 🥰

i always know when you pop up in my inbox i’m gonna get fucked man fuck u lauren this was uncalled for I'm HURT

come talk to me about Calum

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