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underoospeterparker · 25 days

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🪸 CORALS - send me a character + an au (rockstar!sirius, bodyguard!james, etc) and i'll write a blurb!

now i would love to see your take on bodyguard!tasm peter 🤭

i got ur back!! (in this fic, their relationship isn't really specified but you can assume that they're dating but no one knows hehehe)

bodyguard!peter parker x fem!reader - mcu!peter / tasm!peter, unspecified

At a ball, everyone dressed up. No matter whether they were counts or dukes, princes or heirs, they were either in dresses or suits, and there was absolutely no exception.

You glanced at your reflection in the mirror, smoothing your hair down with a hand as you realised just how different you were from two months ago, and you weren't just talking about your appearance.

Your entire life had been flipped over the moment your landline had rang in your service apartment at three in the morning. You'd reluctantly crawled out of bed, an annoyed frown on your face. It disappeared immediately when you received the news that your father, who you'd never met, had been assassinated, and that you needed to return back to his kingdom, which you'd never even known existed, to become a princess.

Now, everything was surreal. Completely unreal. The crown may have looked glamorous from the outside, but it sure wasn't the same on the inside. Apart from a few exceptions, of course. Peter, for one, Beatrice, your father's old maid, and Queen Cordelia, your grandmother.

When you stared at yourself a second too long, Peter spoke up. "Are you okay?" His voice was soft, gentle, as it had always been when he spoke to you. He knew exactly what you'd been through, and you him, even though he wasn't supposed to have told you anything about his own life. You'd promised him you'd keep his story a secret: not that he had ever doubted you, anyway.

You nodded, giving him a bright smile as you turned around. He offered you his arm, which you gladly took, learning into him. "I'm okay," you whispered, more of a reassurance to yourself than to him.

When Peter was sure no one was looking, he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. "You're okay," he repeated.

As soon as you entered the ballroom, you were subject to bright lights, tall glasses of champagne, and maddening people you were forced to talk to and form relationships with under the instruction of your grandmother. You made your rounds cautiously, a welcoming smile on your face. It was completely false, though, which Peter knew, because he knew your expressions far too well. He knew you far too well.

You curiously watched as a man in all black and a hood covering his head entered the room. He was dressed unlike anyone else there; informal, casual. Peter mirrored your expression. The man eyed the room until he saw you, and he paused, frowning. He moved to pull something out of his pocket, and you stilled when you realised it was a gun that he was holding.

The guards surrounded him, holding him down, but he was quick to fight, and he pointed the weapon straight at you.

Two shots fired. That was all it looked for Peter to throw himself over you, shielding your body with his own. You clamped your hands over your ears, heart thumping, whole body shaking under his.

"I need backup immediately," he murmured into his hand, eyes scanning the crowd for the perpetrator. "Phoenix is under attack. The threat needs to be neutralised. I repeat, the threat needs to be neutralised." Upon a word of agreement from whoever was on the other side of the line, Peter's attention turned swiftly to you. He surveyed your surroundings carefully, and when he believed it was safe, he held out a hand to pull you up away from the crowd, all shaking in their crouched positions.

Peter held out a hand for you to hold as he pulled you up and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, hurrying you away from the eyes of the crowd and into a small closet.

Peter sat you down on the floor, then turned to lock the door. He returned to you, his lips turning downward when he noticed your teary eyes. He crouched down in front of you, his expression soft.

When you let out a half-suppressed sob, he cooed at you gently, as if you were a wounded animal. "Oh, honey," he murmured, pulling you into his chest. "It's okay now, you're safe," Peter whispered, his large, warm hand cradling your head. You trembled under him, tears spilling from your eyes. "You know I've always got you, okay? No matter what."

"'t was so loud," you cried, the explanation lost in your throat, "and I was so scared." He frowned at you sympathetically, then pressed a kiss to your forehead. You paused, knowing he'd interpreted what you said wrong. "Not for me, though," you added.

He sighed, a pleasant sound that warmed your scratchy throat. "The Queen has her own men," he reassured you, "and Beatrice isn't even in the Palace today, sweetheart. They're okay."

"I wasn't only scared for them, Pete," you whispered, turning your attention towards him. "I was scared for you."

Your bodyguard looked completely shocked. You giggled wetly at his expression, then rushed to justify yourself. "Peter, you put yourself on the front line every single day," you whispered, your smile vanishing, "and I can't help but wonder if one day, you're not gonna come back to me."

Peter face fell. He tugged you closer to him, wanting to bury himself in your scent. "I'll always come back to you," he murmured. "No matter what."

You gave him a soft smile, curling yourself into his hold. Slowly, your eyes drifted shut, clearly exhausted. Peter allowed himself a moment to just stare at you, mesmerised. When your breathing evened out, he whispered, "How did I ever deserve a girl like you?"

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 2 years

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can i request reader x calum where reader got a haircut and calum's basically gushing over it even tho reader feels insecure but he doesn't say anything directly to them he just brings it up to other people and then it ends with cuddly fluff where calum's just playing with their hair and he finally says something, gender neutral is great but if reader could be latinx? thank u so much i love your stuff

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

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Gender Neutral & Latinx Reader Insert. CW: There's ONE mention of an erection so 18+ Content (Smut Adjacent). Do not interact if you are underage, please!

Haircut Blues

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The hair had to go. There were no two ways about it. It simply had to go and though you were normally a bit more methodical in your plans, you walked into your usual salon and asked if you could get slotted in. To your disappointment, your usual stylist wasn't there. But there were plenty of other talented stylists in the shop, so you didn’t think twice about taking the slot that was available for the same day.

The receptionist confirms there’s a 1:30 slot. It was 40 minutes away. Not enough time to go back home to drop off the errands you have done: food for Duke, cleaning supplies for the house, and new running shoes. You nod, and settle into one of the seats and scroll on your phone. About ten minutes from the appointment start, you figure that you need some sort of reference photo. You’re not even sure what you want, but you know you just need the length gone. It’s brushing against the back of your neck in ways that drive you up the wall every time the breeze picks up.

As your name gets called, you look up and realize you’ve been scrolling with no success. But you’re not backing out of this. The cape falls around you, snapping close at the back of your neck. “So, what are we doing today?”

The moment freezes you. The words start to come, but they bump into each other. You try as best you can to articulate the cut and style you want. You watch the stylist nod along, they’re asking all the right questions that makes you think that this might turn out decent. You are clinging to that hope as the stylist washes your hair. There’s a conditioning treatment and then the scissors come. They glint in the noon sun that cuts through the glass of the storefront.

You watch them, the scissors as they descend to your hair and you sign the cross on your chest. The prayers are soft and though you don’t pray often, this feels like a moment that maybe all the Hail Mary’s should’ve paid back debts and protect you from a disaster.

You slowly get turned away from the mirror. For a moment there, things looked dicey but after the hair falls to the floor around you and you manage to get one last glance at yourself, it looks like it might not be that bad. So you watch the salon whirring around you, the people shuffled to and from the shampoo bowls and under hooded dryers. You watch young children cling to their mother’s as they are walked around the shop. You smile at them in passing hoping to ease any fears that they might have with your own situation, but in the back of your head you’re always worried.

The blow dryer sounds around you, the heat hitting the back of your neck. It feels like the last line of defense before the chair is pushed back around. You’re slow to bring your gaze up to see yourself. As you do, you take it what is normal, what has always been there, the brown skin, the slight pout. And your gaze travels up and over your face, until you land on your hair.

It’s not terrible, but it’s not quite that you thought it would be. The stylist stands behind you with a grin and you paint one on to match. You pay, not wanting to cause too much of a fuss and in your car, you try to shake out the cut, using your own fingers to get it to sit right. But it just doesn’t. You check your phone and see a text from Calum, How are errands?

You sigh for a moment before replying. Errands went fine. Got a spontaneous hair cut.

Oh! Let me see, babes! I bet you look cute.

You want to say, you don’t know how much you’d agree with that sentence. You know if you do, Calum will only refute you and pour more and more compliments onto you. You angle your face to capture the sun just right and give a small smile. Me in all my glory. Not sure how I feel just yet.

You watch the picture lift and then settle and beneath it in small gray text you spot, Delivered. You’re focus at the moment is just getting home and starting dinner. At least those things will be normal even if you felt pretty underwhelmed by your haircut. You know that waiting for your stylist to come back from holiday would’ve been the smartest choice, but what’s done is done now.

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Calum holds his phone in anticipation. He hadn’t realized that you had wanted to cut your hair nor that you were going to do it today. “Cal, take a listen,” Michael calls out. Calum nods, settling into the seat next to him.

The track starts up, even with the clicks, and Calum tilts his head to listen closely. His phone buzzes a couple seconds later and he starts to bob his head along as he swipes and enters his passcode. There, in the thread he left up, is a picture of you in the car, the sun kissing your brown skin.

“Holy moly, I am one lucky man,” he whispers.

“What was that?” Michael asks.

Calum holds out his phone. “Look at them! They got a haircut and god!”

Michael laughs, glancing over the picture. His smile is soft and he nods. The cut does look good, but he’s more amused by Calum’s smiling face. “You’re fucking smitten man,” Michael teases.

“So what? I love them. And they look hot as hell.” Michael’s laughter rings out again and Calum stares back down at your photo. God, the cut looks so good on you and Calum wants nothing more than to tell you.

But right as his fingers start to draft a response, Michael interrupts. “I love that you love them. But seriously, I need your attention on this track. Can you do that for me?”

“Yeah, yeah, I can do that. But I won’t be happy about it.” After the track finishes out over the speakers, Calum manages to save the picture and set it as his new lockscreen.

When Ashton and Luke return, Ashton takes a moment to watch over Calum’s face. “Oh, that’s a smiley boy,” he laughs.

Calum spins to the voice and holds out his phone. “It’s because of them!”

Ashton manages to get a few solid seconds of the picture and he thinks your hair definitely looks different. “Is that new?”

Calum nods. “From today, apparently they got a spontaneous haircut.”

“And the man’s been simping ever since,” Michael retorts, not even looking up from the screens.

“Calum’s been simping since they started dating,” Luke chimes in from the couch. “Let’s be real.”

“Maybe I have been. But you can fuck off, loverboy. You’re the one planning a wedding here soon,” Calum returns, taking his phone back from Ashton. Ashton only nods, and gently pats a hand on Calum’s knee before settling onto the couch next to Luke.

“And you’ll be next. With the rate this is going,” Luke retorts, snorting out a laugh.

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When your phone doesn’t shake with a reply from Calum, you don’t even think too much of it. You’re too focused on getting Duke out to do his business and getting your bags settled down near the door too. Duke waddles up to you and happily flops to his side to accept a few belly rubs. Once he’s satisfied, he pushes up and then continues back further into the house.

“Love you too, Duke.”

Dinner--having already been settled thanks to the dry erase board you installed in the kitchen to plan out meals for the week--is easy to get started. Though, you are thankful for the ability to completely lose yourself in the simmering pots, the press of tortillas, and the snap of a knife into the wooden cutting board.

You don’t even hear the front door open, but you do catch the way Duke’s head picks up from the spot he’s taken up resident at up against the kitchen island. “Calum?” you ask into the house.

“Hi love,” he returns, peering around the corner. He stops for a moment to greet Duke and then comes up behind you and plants a kiss to your cheek. “How are you?”

You shrug, but turn to greet Calum with a kiss to his lips. “I’m alright.”

“Just alright, did something happen to day?”

“Eh, just a day, I guess.” You don’t even think to mention the haircut, not because you don’t want to tell Calum that you’re not sure if you love it but because you’re a bit too preoccupied with other things. You hadn’t been able to get to the tea shop before it closed so you felt a bit behind in your errands, knowing that one would roll over to the weekend. Tomorrow you’d have to go to work.

Calum nods, hands rubbing up and down your arms. “I’m here now. Is there anything you want me to help with?” He’d already done his set of normal chores in the morning, taking the trash out, scrubbing the bathrooms. Washing the bedsheets is something you wanted to do today, but after a slow start to the morning, Calum agreed to tackle it in the morning before leaving for the studio.

You nod in response to Calum’s offer. “I’ll let you know, babe.”

He hums, lips pursing together. He wants to say that he’d rather you assume him some sort of tasks, but he doesn’t want to push it with you. So he concedes. “Okay. Give me a minute I’ll just hang out in the kitchen with you okay?”

A small smile crosses your lips. “I’d appreciate that.”

Calum sets out of the kitchen, removing his shoes and jacket. He washes his hands and then slides up next to the stove, leaning into the fridge. He takes in the squish of your cheeks and has to stop himself from pinching them. “Missed you today,” he confesses softly. “I greatly appreciated the selfie.”

“I wasn’t that far,” you laugh. “You can always call.”

“I know but it was your day off and I didn’t want to overstep.” Gingerly, he reaches out to play a little in your hair. “Also, the cut looks amazing.”

“You think so?” you ask, turning to Calum.

His brows pull together at the shock in your voice. “Yes, you look so fucking good. What--What is this about? Do you not like it?”

You shrug. “I don’t know. It wasn’t quite what I was expecting. My normal stylist wasn’t in so I went to someone else. But I--I don’t hate it.”

“Oh love.” Calum slides into your side, arms encasing your waist. You wind your right arm around his waist so you’re not pressing your shoulder into his sternum. His lips press into your temple. “You are so incredibly breathtaking. I showed all the guys your selfie. Even Luke called me a simp because of how much I was gushing to them about it.”

You snicker a little at the emphasis around Luke’s name. Your palm rubs at Calum’s back. “Not Luke.”

“Yeah, Luke.” Calum cups a cheek to get your full attention on him. When you turn, he kisses the end of your nose. “It’s a great look on you. But if you don’t like it, then I think you should text your stylist and book to get it corrected. Even if I think you look like the sexiest thing since sliced bread, the more important thing is that you’re confident about it.”

It’s sensible you know. But you’re always worried about having to go back and while the stylist that did do the cut watch your normal stylist go over their work. “Let me get a week. See if it grows on me.”

Calum kisses you, softly. “I know what’s growing on me,” his voice is low as he speaks and you catch just a hint of the weight in his crotch pressing into you.

“Alright, mister. Keep it together,” you laugh.

“A man simply cannot keep it together when their hot significant other is standing in front of him. Okay, you cannot ask something like that of a man,” he giggles. He seals another kiss to your lips but then moves half a step back to his original stance. “But since my loving partner has asked, I will do my best.”

You laugh at his antics, kissing his cheek and then turn back to the stove. “Maybe I like this haircut a smidgen more than before.”

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highstwildflower · 3 years

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it's nearly two in morning what are you doing?

You sat up abruptly as your sleep was disturbed, squinting at the clock you furrowed your brows. Who could possibly be at your door at 1:56 in the morning. Furiously you stumble out of bed and made your way to the front door. Making sure your modesty was covered you creaked the door open just as the person outside banged against the door again. His dark brown eyes meet yours and the anger boiled even deeper in you "wtf Calum" the words were spat at him but he didn't seem to bug. He raised a hand and pushed right past you and into your once shared apartment, he was quickly moving into the bathroom where he emptied the content of his stomach into the toilet. Rolling your eyes you closed the door and collected a bottle of water for him. He was sitting on the floor when you peaked into the bathroom, sympathy creeped into you. You handed him the bottle which he quietly thanked you for. "it's nearly two in morning what are you doing?" Your voices cut through the room as a knife through butter. He squirmed in his seat and avoided making eye contact. You rested against the door frame patiently waiting for him to offer you an answer. Realising that it wasn't a rhetorical question Calum searched for his word. Finding it harder to speak to you now that he was in front of you, all the scenarios that had played in his head over the months had never left him feeling like this. He hung his head, took a deep breath and finally tried to form a sentence "I had to see you, I had to feel if it really is over" you huffed at him, protectingly wrapping your arms snuggly around yourself. As you tried to protect yourself from his words and the hope it had spread in your body.

Your mind brought back the memories of him fleeting from you and your love. He had been up all night when you found him in the living room, high as a kit. The word that spilled from his soft lips had been harder than concrete. The scene had played out in slowmotion. Him standing up with hands tugging at his curls, tears had spilled down your cheeks. He had mumbled something about needing space, you had begged for him to stay. You could talk this through, you had promised him, and yourself. He large body moving through the apartment, pulling apart every loving memory you had created together. His packed bag clutched in his hand, in the other the bundle of joy that was Duke had been clutched tightly into his body. He had looked at you with pity, as you stood with tears and snot running down your face, desperate to make him stay. His voice had made you wince in pain "I gotta go. I can't do this anymore, we are hurting each other." Just like that he was gone.

Leaving you with a broken heart and a broke home. You used the next months collecting yourself, and to see him sitting on your bathroom floor all this time after. As if you were just waiting for him made you furious.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" The words were sharp from your tongue and he tries to dug them as if they were bullets. His eyes meet yours and time stopped. You wanted to hate him, you wanted to throw him out and you wanted to say "fuck you calum" but the love that filled your body as your eyes meet left your floating. Like every nerve in your body was on fire while you were swimming in ice. The butterflies in your stomach whirling up a storm, his eyes held the key to your happiness. Not ready for the overwhelming feelings you turned sharply and pushed off the door frame. Not long after he was right behind you, and the second his large hand brushed against your naked arm you knew you had lost. Turning around he was closer that you had expected “y/n” his breath was hot on your face and couldn’t resist. Leaning forward you closed the distance between you. His lips moved against yours. A content feeling filling the both of you. Your bodies moved in sync as if a day hadn’t passed.

Hours later you woke up wrapped in Calum’s arms. Groaning you tried to move away from him, disgusted with yourself. You swore to never allow him back in, and now here he was naked in your bed, and your body so sore that you couldn’t walk;)

You leaned against the headboard, taking in his face. He was beautiful as always, he had always been your soft spot. Like the moon drawn to earth. “You are staring love” his voice startled you as he kept his eyes closed, a smug smile spreading on his stupid handsome face. You pushed his shoulder “fuck your cal” his eyes snapped open and he looked at you before breathing out. He moved up, now also leaning against the headboard. His hand found yours and carefully took it in to his. You almost melted right there, the feeling of his cool skin against your warm one made the world spin. He sent you another look before speaking up “I know I was an ass y/n. It’s no excuse but I was so stressed out, and I knew I was taking it out on you. In my high state of mind it made sense for me to walk out on you, to save you. I miss you, everyday I have to drag myself out of bed. Before it was a joy, I was always ready to get up because that meant I got to hear your voice and laugh, god that laugh could get me through anything.” He held a short break, brown eyes meeting yours “ and I swear darling, you never leave my mind. I love you so much it hurts. When I saw you yesterday the world made sense again. When my hand made contact with your soft skin I knew I had to use everyday of the rest of my life to getting you back.” By now tears were streaming down you cheeks, his own eyes swimming in droplets. His thumb reached for your tears and you allowed him to caress your face. “I love you too Cal”

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calpops · 4 years

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Calum is sprawled out on the couch with Duke resting against his side. His hand lightly pets at the small dogs head and you see the contentment that both of them radiate. Calum sighed, shifts and Duke nuzzles closed into him.

“How ya doin teeny tot?” Calum asks in his soft voice designated for only you and Duke.

The nick name is nothing new, you reckon Calum must have dozens for the old dog by now. Duke huffs in response and Calum laughs.

“Tough day, huh, mister man?” Calum questions and continues petting him to earn a more content sigh from his best friend. “You and me both. Could use some more snuggles...” he says and trails off as he shoots you a pleading look and leaves you no choice but to abandon the work you’ve been trying to get done at the kitchen counter.

You join them, rest your head against Calum’s chest and give Duke’s chin a little rub.

“Happy now?” You whisper around a grin.

“Of course, got my little guy and my sweetheart. Nothing could be better.”

Your grin broadens and you feel the same; you’ve got your noble Duke and your handsome prince.

#i just spiralled thinking abt calum having nicknames for duke and had to do this sorry #calum hood blurbs #calum hood imagines #calum hood x you #calum hood x reader #calum hood fluff #chblurb

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winw7n · 4 years

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shelter

calum hood fluff

pairing: calum hood x reader

word count: 1,041

contents: fluff? oh, and duke

a/n: for my babe, @kingcals.

The day had finally come. You decided to stop moping around over the loss of your roommate and cheer yourself up. They decided a few weeks back to move in with their boyfriend, leaving you all alone and constantly hating the silence in your once shared apartment. You decided that today you were going to fill the dull interior with a little bit of joy by adopting a dog. Ever since you left home, and entered the big world by yourself, you knew you wanted to rescue a dog. But things hadn’t worked out, until now.

As you stood from the edge of your mattress, with your feet hitting the cold wood, you looked across the floor at the small bed in corner of the room. A round, fluffy cushion filled with countless toys and treats ready for when your furry friend arrived at their new home. The excitement was building inside of you, you just couldn’t wait any longer. You got yourself dressed for the day and headed downstairs to make breakfast. You had just made yourself a coffee when you checked the time on your watch. ‘Shoot, I’m running late’. You quickly grabbed your keys and made your way to the shelter. You loved the thought of giving an old dog a new home. It always broke your heart to see videos online of neglected dogs, and those charity commercials that brought a tear to your eye.

After a 20 minute drive, you pulled into the shelter, swiftly parked the car and grabbed your phone before rushing to head inside, completely oblivious to the man walking in the same direction as you. He stepped in front of you unknowingly, causing you to smack directly into his large back. You were embarrassed, you just face-planted a stranger. “G-god, I’m so sorry, totally my fault, complete accident.” You rambled, looking up to meet his gaze. His eyes were soft, the brown in them soothing, and you felt yourself becoming flustered. “That’s alright, love. Accidents happen.” He responds, the small and gentle smile sitting on his lips. He gestured for you to go ahead, before following behind

Feeling humiliated, you scooted ahead as fast as you could to lose track of the stranger and headed to the reception, never wanting to see him again. You fill out some paperwork, and you were finally able to go find your best friend. You entered the kennels, overwhelmed by all of the beautiful dogs around you. You were met with a golden, called Poppy. She was sweet, she was nine years old, and her coat was super shiny. You patted her head for a while, but unfortunately, Poppy would not be coming home with you today. You believed that adopting a big dog as your first could be a little overwhelming on your own, and decided you were going to adopt one perhaps on the smaller side.

You continued walking down the corridor eagerly, patting every dog along with way, until your eyes were met with a mix. He was adorable, his white fur was scruffy and he had patches of black on his face. A few grey hairs around the eye area. You sensed he was an old baby. As you crouched down in front of his card, you discovered you were right. But you thought, ‘old dogs need love, too.’ You placed your hand gently on the door of the kennel, cooing him to come over. And he did, his tail began wagging as he licked your hand, making himself acquainted with your scent. “Cute, isn’t he?” a voice spoke from above you. You raised your head, eyes widening as you recognise the stranger from before. “He is, he’s perfect” you responded, looking back down at the old boy as you rubbed his belly. “Yeah,” he pauses for a moment, before crouching down beside you, “I adopted him a few days ago, his names Duke. Mine’s Calum.” After introducing yourself in return, you frowned instantly. “You adopted him already?” You tried to mask the sadness in your words, but you were in love with this dog, and you really wanted to take him with you. “Yeah,” Calum begins, “I just filled in my paperwork, and I’m ready to take him home.” It was now evident to you that he and Duke had met before, the pup’s eyes shining brightly as he noticed Calum’s presence, almost instantly jumping into his arms.

You both stood from your position, as you petted Duke’s fur gently. “It was nice to meet you, buddy. Your new daddy is so lucky to have you.” Calum giggled at your comment, as you spoke to the dog in his arms. “You know, you can come to visit him if you’d like when he’s all settled in..” He suggests, causing a smile to appear on your lips. You nodded in agreement with him. “I’d like that.” He hands you his phone, gesturing for you to add your number into it and you did the same, “So…just call me whenever he’s ready to see me.” You smiled, handing his phone back to him. You look beside you at the other dogs, waiting for their new owners to scoop them up and take them home too. You make your way back down the corridor, stopping at a Jack Russell named ‘Honey’ when you hear his voice again. “Hey, if you do adopt one of the pup’s here, maybe we can arrange a doggie date at the park or something?” Calum suggests, making you chuckle slightly. “I’d really like that as well, Calum. It was nice to meet you” He smiles at your response, settling Duke down back in his kennel, “You too.” Calum placed Duke’s new collar on him and said his goodbyes before left.

It was hard to concentrate after your encounter with Calum. From the awkward meeting outside the shelter front, to eventually exchanging numbers, you couldn’t comprehend what had just happened. You did, however, spend the next few hours playing with the pooches in the kennels before you stumbled upon, a female Dachshund named ‘Nala’. You quickly snapped a picture of the pup and sent it to Calum. He replied almost instantly making you blush, “She’s just as cute as you!”

tags: @ashtonsos @kingcals @easierlftv @thesubtweeter @castaway-cashton @spicycal @haikucal @vapor5sos

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tirednotflirting · 4 years

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“I bought you a beanie! Isn’t the pompom cute?” and “Is it too early for Santa hats?” with Cal pls :) -notinthesameguey

!!!!!!! OKAY so here’s the deal. this is 100% what came to mind when i read ‘cal’ + these prompts and it’s Silly but also cute? so i hope u dig it lol <3

Duke is going to kill him. He’s a tiny little thing but there’s a good chance that the old dog might start plotting against him after this one.

Calum wanders back into the kitchen where he’s left Duke with a bone while grabbing the remaining bags from the grocery and pet store from the car. (It’s a bit of a bribe but of course, there’s no way the pup knows that.) He puts away the groceries and smiles brightly when Duke lifts his fluffy ears at the sound of a new food bag being tossed into the pantry before returning to the task at hand.

Calum pulls the bag from the pet store closer and does a short whistle to get Duke’s attention. “Alright here’s the deal, little dude,” he start while pulling a bag of treats out and Duke’s tail starts wagging like crazy, “you can have some of these if you let me put this guy on your head for a picture. Mom and Luke both want holiday cards this year and you’re much cuter than me so it’s gotta be a picture of you.”

Of course Duke has no idea what he’s saying (though Calum has got into fights with Ashton many times over how he swears Duke knows what he’s saying) but his tail waves around a bit more when Calum rips open the bag of treats and tosses one to the floor while he pulls out a tiny dog-sized beanie from the bag and rips the label off.

“See?” Calum asks rhetorically while holding up the little red and white hat. “I bought you a beanie! Isn’t the pompom cute?”

Rather than waiting to see the silent response from the dog, Calum bends down to the floor and attempts to tuck the hat over Duke’s ears. The treats on the floor are immediately abandoned in favor of growling (whether at Calum or the hat, he can’t really tell) and Duke shakes his head, his collar tags jingling, until the hat falls to the floor. Calum returns to standing and lets his hands fall to his hips, a pout resting at his lips as he starts considering other options for a photo that’ll bring a smile to his family and friend’s faces. But then an idea hits him.

He reaches into the bag and tosses a couple more little treats to the floor. “Be right back.”

Calum wanders off to the hall closet where he knows the photo booth decorations from last year’s Christmas party have been waiting for their annual return to his living room. He pulls a box down and digs through it until he finds what he’s looking for. He heads back for the kitchen, this time digging his phone out and opening the camera app to have it ready since hats apparently are not Duke’s most favorite thing. (Which is weird, Calum thinks. He hadn’t been that opposed to the gator costume.)

“Okay, let’s give this another try, buddy.” Calum pulls the adult size Santa hat out from under his arm as he bends down again to the dog’s height. “What do you think? Is it too early for Santa hats?”

He tucks the hat onto Duke’s head and adjusts it so it’ll stay in place for the five seconds that he needs to snap a clear picture that would be appropriate to print fifty or so copies of with some cheesy holiday message written across the front of.

Before Duke has a chance to shake the hat off again, Calum reaches up onto the counter for his phone and snaps a picture, the tiny dog’s head tilted slightly to the side, the hat just barely falling over one of his eyes. Absolutely adorable and very on theme, Calum thinks. He plucks the hat off and tosses it up onto the counter before settling onto the floor of the kitchen and pulling his tiny, furry best friend into his lap to show him the picture.

#this is SILLY!!!!#duke hood is my favorite member of 5sos send tweet #cal fic #blurb boy #i don't have a blurb tag so that's what it's going to be i think #wonderlandiswhereitsatyo

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pinkbubbles-and-bigtroubles · 4 years

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BEST YEARS

I am feeling very out of character so here is some a fluffy crazy romantic Calum blurb. It’s not even smutty. Who am I?

Calum grinned as he glanced over at the bouquet on his desk. It was just like you to surprise him with flowers at work. You were wildly romantic and refused to let his cynicism affect that. Your refusal to be anything but optimistic is what drew Calum to you in the first place. You refused to be daunted despite what the world threw at you, and he marveled at your toughness.

When you met neither of you had been single, he was dating a woman who had the potential to be serious, and you were getting weary of a relationship that had seen better days. Your sister got involved with Calum's roommate, and while you found Roy incredibly tedious, Calum and Duke made the house one of your favorite hangouts.

Your friendship grew closer and everyone noticed. Calum's relationship petered out. Meanwhile, your relationship quickly fell apart under constant accusations that you were cheating with Calum, or both him and Roy depending on how nasty the fight became. At that point, you hadn't even been alone in a room with Calum, and after such an ugly breakup you had no intention of jumping into a new relationship. The two of you had an easy friendship, and even after your sister upgraded her romantic partner you still came around to hang out with your boys as you called them.

Calum plucked a peach rose from the bouquet inhaling its scent, remembering your first date. It wasn't supposed to be a date, the two of you were bored out of your minds and decided to get out of the house. Calum wanted to get food, but you weren't hungry and insisted on going for a drive. You'd taken over the music, randomly selecting songs and making Calum sing along. Within an hour you'd rocked out to "London Calling," shimmied to "Jungle Love" and "Whatta Man " His high notes in "Dancing Queen" had you giggling, but his rendition of "One Less Problem" sent you into hysterics. You made him pull over at every cheesy tourist trap and buy postcards. After a while, you were both starving and Calum pulled into the first restaurant he saw that wasn't fast food.

Opening the door he found a tiny Italian restaurant almost empty except for an older couple sharing a pizza in a corner booth. The hostess looked like someone's grandmother from the old country in Sicily. Her eyes lit up when he saw the two of you. She fussed over the two of you, blatantly ogling Calum in his blue jeans, docs, and a tight black T-shirt.

"I'm Bianca, my husband works in the back," she introduced herself. "You two make a cute couple," the hostess commented, leading you to a table, decked out with a white linen tablecloth with white red checkered placemats.

"Thanks, it's our first date," Calum told her, leaning in towards the older woman, lowering his voice as if he were telling her a secret.

"You came to the right place," she told him, patting his arm before giving you a not so subtle thumbs up.

After she lit the small candle on the table, she left to let you look over the menus you'd looked at Calum, confused.

"Shhh play along," he whispered with a wink and a brilliant smile. "We can pretend to be on a date, can't we?

The staff went all out, starting with complimentary bruschetta which Calum made it a point to fawn over when Bianca told him it was her specialty. That was followed by antipasto before the house specialty pasta Verde, linguini with white wine sauce, chicken and spinach. There was so much food you both took several boxes to go. The drive home was slow, the music turned down so you could talk as you watched the sunset over the hills.

You'd been a little drowsy when Calum dropped you off and walked you to your door.

He hesitated before giving you an awkward hug and hurrying off leaving you cursing yourself for not being bolder. He was halfway home when he realized you'd left your leftovers in his car. He knew you were looking forward to the tiramisu you'd insisted on paying for yourself. He sent you a text and turned the car around. He still got butterflies thinking about how nervous you'd looked when you answered the door. How when he'd finally been ready to make a move you'd pounced first. Standing on your tiptoes in bare feet as your arms wound around his neck your lips found his, and just like that his heart was yours.

Calum was snapped back to the present by his phone ringing on his desk. He frowned at being pulled out of his daydream until he saw your face flashing across his screen.

"My love," you could hear the smile in his voice when he answered. "Thank you for the flowers."

"I was about to say the same thing, but I think you went a bit overboard," you laughed holding the phone out so Calum could hear your coworkers cheering in the background.

You worked at a small design firm with just three people and the company owner. Calum had sent all of them flowers although much smaller than the ostentatious display of orchids overwhelming your desk.

"Nonsense, you all work so hard, and I may have had an ulterior motive," Calum confessed, putting his feet up on his desk.

"Yeah I can tell, suddenly my boss is insisting I take the afternoon off. So what's the plan Hood?"

"What if I order takeout from Mama's Kitchen and if you'll pick it up, I'll stop and get wine and meet you at the house. I've got a couple of calls to make, but I've canceled everything else. Sound good?" He asked her.

"Of course, what's the special occasion?" You asked, a little confused. You'd sent him flowers on a whim, and now you were wondering if you missed something.

"I'm in a romantic mood, what can I say? I'm not allowed to woo my beautiful girlfriend while also giving in to my craving for tiramisu," he paused, "and other sweet things," he finished, his voice trailing off to a deep rumble.

"Order a whole one this time, you always eat more than you think you will. I'll see you at the house, love you," he grinned when he heard the "ooohs" of your coworkers.

"Love you too, sunshine," he hung up and called the restaurant.

The nickname, sunshine, came the day he'd asked you to move in. Nine months as a couple and he was set to go home for the holidays when his regular dog sitter fell through. You jumped at the chance to stay at Calum's place to take care of Duke. You'd sent Calum a video each night highlighting your day with Duke. One night while video chatting with he'd suggested you go through his closet a bit to try on his clothes, and take a few pics. He still had one of you in his silver sparkle jacket with nothing else on except red heels and lipstick as his lock screen. By the time three weeks were up Calum was frustrated by how much longer the flight home seemed to take. He'd arrived home grumpy but relieved to see your car in the driveway. He'd come in the front door but heard nothing until he got further in the house. Your voice was coming from the backyard and Calum followed the sound until he saw you. You were singing to Duke, bouncing and shuffling your feet and he danced with you bopping around on his little paws.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine," you'd sang, almost finished with the song before a twirl brought you face to face with him, stopping you cold. He remembered the bashful look on your face and the way you couldn't meet his eyes. Duke has been caught off guard and toppled over when he ran into the back of your legs. Calum didn't say a word as he took two steps before folding you into his arms and singing the final lines.

"You'll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away." He'd asked you to live with him that night and you'd been his sunshine ever since.

The cars might be different but the relief at coming home to you was still the same. Duke met him at the door and he could hear you in the kitchen. He set his flowers down on the hallway table under the mirror, and scooped Duke up to give him chin scratches. He found you setting the brushetta out on a plate while the pasta was kept warm in the oven.

"Hey handsome, dinner's ready." You greeted him with a smile wiping your hands on a napkin as he set Duke down.

"Food can wait, I want you first," he sighed sliding his arms around your waist and pulling you in close.

"Mmmmm I don't know what's gotten into you, but I like it," your voice caught in your chest as Calum's lips found your neck.

"I'm hopelessly in love," he murmured feathering kisses across your collarbone. "I know I'm not always good with words but I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling. I gotta make you understand." Calum's hands began unbuttoning your shirt and he backed you up against the counter. Your fingers tangled in his dark curls as his teeth scraped against your skin.

"Understand what," you gasped as he pushed the food aside before he lifted you onto the counter.

"That I'm never gonna give you up," he whispered, pushing your shirt off your shoulders. "Never gonna let you down. Never gonna run around and desert you. Never gonna make you cry. Never gonna say goodbye. Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you. Never gonna give you up. Never gonna let you down. Never gonna run around and desert you. Never gonna make you cry. Never gonna say goodbye. Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you. Never gonna give you up. Never gonna let you down. Never gonna run around and desert you. Never gonna make you cry."

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sarcastically-defensive17 · 4 years

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Okay but imagine...

“Overhearing one of the boys referring to you as ‘mummy/mommy’ when talking to their dog[s]” a blurb

Original short story by sarcastically-defensive17

Calum:

When Y/N and Calum met, she was enamored by the small dog that followed him around the dog park.

She was working as a pet photographer for a couple who wanted to showcase their prized poodle when the small fluffy dog named Duke crawled his way into her lap while she was taking a break and she fell in love.

“Duke!” A tall man called after him, jogging towards the two as Y/N was rubbing the belly of the pup. “You can’t just go up to people and demand attention! Who are you, Luke?”

The man seemed to laugh at his own joke, and Y/N found herself smiling at both the dog and his equally adorable owner.

It was a few months later than she fell in love with the man that went along with the dog.

It took many more months of dating, almost two years, before she could convince Calum to let her dress Duke up in some tiny outfits and conduct a photo shoot of him.

She was setting up her backdrop and lights when she heard Calum’s delectable voice travel through the open door to her studio. A spare room in her house that she converted a long time before.

“Can you please sit still while I take this photo, duke?” He whined causing Y/N to giggle behind her hand.

A few minutes later, before she could call Calum into the room to bring the little man in, her phone chimed signaling a post on the Instagram account she set up for Duke. Her and Calum both had access.

It was a photo of Calum smiling at the camera, Duke in his arms with the small bow tie clipped to his collar and a dapper tux on his body.

The caption made her heart warm in her chest cavity, and it brought a wide smile to her face.

“Got all dressed up for a photo shoot with mama. Hope she likes the outfit dad picked out, but probably not coz he’s shit.”

She snorted at the comment, as Calum always referred to himself with derogatory terms on Duke’s account, but she smiled at the name he used for her.

She couldn’t stop herself from poking her head outside of the door, wide smile still intact.

“Hey, bring our son in. Mama wants to get these photos taken,” Calum smiled at her words, scooping the dog up and pressing a soft kiss to her cheek before entering the room fully and placing Duke on the designated seat.

#calum hood #5sos #5 seconds of summer #calum hood x reader #5sos blurb #duke hood #i want to hug duke because hes so fluffy

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banghood · 5 years

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This is the type of boyfriend I want, CALUM BABY PLEASE BE MY BOYFRIEND

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babe-babylon · 5 years

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Lil squish being scared of petunia:-(

Calum could stand lots of things, could handle changes and hard times and tears and disappointments. But Calum has yet to excelled saying goodbye and letting go, it was a struggle each and every time, whether it was you or his son or his dog. Whether it was a few months tour, a week of promotions, or a day of running errands. Calum hated breaking up. Dreaded the thought and pushed the sad emotions away.

It wasn't often that he had to, luckily. He was excited about your date night, finally having his special one on one with you. Not having to split your attention with your baby boy, who was a decent competitor. Not having to feed him or make sure that he's happy and smiley all the time. It felt calming not to be a parent for a few hours, to just be your lover. And if letting go wasn't difficult on it's own, when your favorite baby sitter cancelled you just had to put your little squish at the first place you could find and trust.

"Thank you for taking him," you smiled.

Luke shook his head with a grin, "You know it's not a problem."

Calum held his little squish in his arms, trying to stir him awake from the little nap he had in the car. "Hi baby, look where we are," he whispered.

Little squish rubbed his eyes, adjusting the different lighting and returning to reality. Never been a fan of his sleep being interuppted. A soft smile spreaded across his lips, covered with his pacifier. "Lu!" He called, excited to see his uncle and even happier to see his daddy being excited over hearing more and more words leaving his lips.

Calum pressed a proud kiss to his son's cheek, "My smart little squish," he sighed in content, baby giggles causing him to chuckle too.

Little squish reached for Luke, reaching for some new attention since he already had yours and Cal's all the time.

"I got you, squish, I got you," Luke smiled, "You guys can head out."

Calum stayed staring with a plastered smile, brain happy and busy with love, gaze won't shift, heart eyes won't budge. Until you tugged on his hand, "Bye, Love you."

Luke walked around towards the kitchen with Little squish in his arms. "Okay squish," Luke opened his fridge, "your parents aren't fans of my cooking, so I'm assuming you're not either."

"Banana!" He requested.

Luke nodded. "yeah, I can do that." He took one out to place on the counter, and he realised he has to put the baby down so he can cut the fruit. He placed him on the floor next to him with the closest thing he could find for him to play with, a goddamn spatula.

And he proceeded to cut it. "Man, parenting is so easy," He shook his head with a laugh, but was cut off shortly as he heard loud piercing sobs and felt a tug on his leg.

His heart ached for little squish, and he struggled to understand what happened when he took him into his arms and rocked him. It took the baby a few moments to point at petunia, newly joined them at the kitchen. "You scared of piggy, Little squish?"

He felt the small nod against his shoulder, tears tickling his neck. "She's just a soft baby dog, that's all. We can pet her togther."

Luke lowered himself to the ground, sitting and calling petunia over. She sniffed Squish around, Luke had to reassure him that it's all good and that he'll keep him safe. "She's a big Duke, squish," He laughed.

"Duke?" Little brown eyes widen at the mention of his best friend, he finally looked over at petunia.

"Yeah, see? She just wants to kiss you."

He had to sit in Luke's lap for awhile, getting used to the bigger dog and her kissing, laughing when she jumped for a snack. And as Calum and you stared at the picture Luke sent you of your little squish hugging petunia tightly in his sleep, you could both sigh in relief.

"Think we should start talking about getting another dog?" You grinned.

"Think we have the rest of the night to ourselves," Calum smiled back, "And I'm not spending it in just talking."

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twinklegreeneyes · 5 years

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the few years difference

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 2 years

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Maybe an angst fic based on the song Better Version by Sabrina Claudio with Luke or Calum

Written for Graduation Celebration Blurb Weekend. Requests now closed.

Gender Neutral Reader Insert.

Mirage

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There’s a moment, and you think everyone has it, where the work, the tears just becomes a burden. You are fighting and still getting nowhere. Unstoppable force meets immovable object. You meet Calum Hood. He had it--the shy smile, the toned body, the kind eyes. He had that, but still behind that was a wall. And behind that wall you knew the kind of man Calum could be--caring, and genuine. But it was covered in a thick layer of pain.

“I can’t do this,” you whisper, staring down at the plate of food in front of you. You wanted Calum so badly, but you weren’t sure he wanted himself. He was content with barely getting along. He didn’t talk much. When you asked how his day was, he’d say fine. When you asked him what he wanted, he said he was just going to see where things took him. And he was so content to be taken by currents.

The sex that made it feel smoothed over. He was tender, alert, and communicative in that space. You had his undivided attention as you stripped out of clothes. But at bars, at comedy shows, in the backyard Calum always seemed a million miles away.

“Is it burnt?” Calum had attempted to make rolls but didn’t set the timer properly.

You shake your head. “The rolls are fine.” When you look up, you watch the confusion descend onto Calum’s face.

“Well, what’s the matter? I didn’t use too much garlic, did I?”

Another sigh escapes you and you bury your face in your hands. You really shouldn’t be doing this over dinner. You should wait. “No, Calum, the food’s fine. It’s all fine. It’s all fine!” It is always fine. It is never better, never brighter, never open. Things are always fine.

“Hey, okay. That last fine didn’t sound fine.”

Calum has almost everything you could want. But he won’t actually give himself. It is still only ever a version. You fell in love with a mirage. You see how he is around the guys, how open and silly he is. But when he leaves, when it’s just the two of you, there is too much silence. Even now, with your scrubbing over your face, you know Calum is watching. But he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t pry. He pauses and lets the silence fall.

“Maybe it’s better for the morning,” you start. Maybe it’ll give you time to sort your head. Was this just the bad day at work talking or had you finally broken the surface? Were you drowning in stress or inhaling realization?

“If you say so.”

Your arm twitches. You snap your head up and Calum goes back to his plate. His fork clinks against the ceramic and he brings a forkful of string beans to his mouth. He takes another twirl of spaghetti. He keeps his head down for a moment and you think here is his best angle--where you can’t see the vacancy in his eyes.

You stand from the table, plate in hand and dump it into the trash. It’s mostly full and Calum watches you go. The sink runs and you wash the plate and the utensils. The only sound once the plate is on the drying rack is that of your feet shuffling over the hardwood floors. He watches you go down the hallway and then the bedroom door shuts.

There is no sound from the bedroom, Calum finishes his food, washes his own plate. He takes Duke out one more time. He goes to work on music for another hour or so and in all of that time, the bedroom remains silent.

In bed, you hear the door creak open. You see Calum shuffle past the bed to the shower. It runs for a while and then Calum returns. His side of the bed dips. You’re praying for one of his arms to snake around your waist. You’re praying that his lips will press into your shoulder. You’re praying he will ask you what’s wrong. But he says nothing.

You don’t sleep much that night. The silence is somehow the loudest thing you’ve had to be in and it drives you mad. You are listening to Calum’s snores. The way his body has given in to sleep so easy and you know. You know that whatever version of Calum you’ve conjured up in your head is doing you no favors.

The blink of the sun greets you from the kitchen window sill. Calum shuffles from the bedroom to the kitchen and finds you perched near the window, a steaming mug in hand. He pauses for a moment to take in the sight of your tired eyes, the way your lips are turned down into almost a permanent pout that normally is not there.

“Is everything alright?” Calum asks.

You don’t face him, only shake your head. “It’s not working for us. You don’t talk to me. How am I supposed to be in a relationship with someone that I don’t even really know.”

Calum drops his head. “If--I’m sorry,” he says. “I-I don’t know why. I do like you. I swear to it. I think I’m scared. Like I could be so open with you. But what if I get hurt?”

And as sad as it is, as much as your heart aches for Calum to trust again, you know that you can’t keep hitting a wall that you don’t see cracking. “There’ll be someone,” you return. “Someone will crack you open. But you’re going to have to want it. You’re going to have to want the hurt and the pain so that you can have the love.” Another bout of silence falls between you too. “I’ll be moving out by the end of the week.”

“Where-where are you going to go? You can stay here,” Calum states, figuring your old apartment is definitely rented out by now to someone new.

You shake your head. “Don’t worry.”

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The move’s painless, or at least as painless as a move can be. The thing that hurts more is not being able to get the picture, the version of Calum you had made of him, out of your head. The man that smiled so brightly; who laughed deeply even at the silliest jokes. There was that better version of Calum that did exist but he only came out in waves and you deserve better than just the glimpses.

As the months pass on, you find yourself settling in nicely. You meet someone else, they ask you about your day and listen. They’re sweet and open doors for you. They send you flowers on random occasions. Most often than not, they’re not your favorite flowers. Like Calum used to do at the start of the relationship. And when you look at them, you are waiting for Calum’s laughter.

When you are lying in bed next to them, you are waiting for Calum’s snores. You are waiting for his arm to settle around your waist. You are waiting for Calum’s raspy voice to fill your ears. And you think that it’s so fucking cruel to have known that he couldn’t give what you wanted, but he’s tainted everyone after him.

Calum is the footstep in the wet sands of your heart. He will always be the comparison--no matter how unfair it is. No matter how much you felt alone in that relationship. Calum is the door you will always want to open again.

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