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Wildest Dreams | Calum Hood

This is inspired by Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift.

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader (established relationship)

Word count: 1091 words

“When will you be here?” You whispered into the phone, Calum on the other line. Your back was pressed against the door of your bedroom, eyes latched to the bedroom window you left open for him to come in. Things weren’t ever good at home, the screaming, the fighting and constantly being torn between your parents wasn’t something you wanted to deal with yet you did. You love your family but that doesn’t mean it’s good for you. Loving Calum was something good for you, he was your soulmate, your everything. Whenever you needed anything he was always there and you were there for him. That’s why now, in the middle of the night when the door slammed shut and the yelling started, you were begging for Calum to come. You were left in the loose sundress from the day, your make-up wearing away, a sight that wasn’t as pretty as you would have wished to be when you saw Calum again but it didn’t matter, you were always a sight for sore eyes in his mind.

“I’m outside baby,” You heard him say on the phone before it clicked off, his hand appeared on the windowsill to pull himself inside, “I’m here now.” There he stood, by the window, with faded blue jeans, and an old t-shirt, still looking charming as ever. You would never understand how he looked so effortlessly good. Things haven’t ever been this bad and Calum could see that by the way, you were leaning against the door, shaking with anger or fear he wasn’t sure. He took cautious steps towards you, before crouching to your level to be eye level with you

You were barely able to move away from the door before collapsing into his arms, a meek “Let’s go.” passing your lips. He pulled you to your feet, hoping to sweep you away before you could change your mind.

Calum locked eyes with you, “You ready?” The question seemed simple but it wasn’t a matter of just leaving for the night like you had done a million times, this time it was are you ready to leave your home, your family, and all you’ve ever known in search of something better. You nod as you pull away from his chest, your hand slipping from where it was sandwiched between your chests to slowly link with his. The feeling of his hand was euphoric as close to a high that a sober mind could get. You reach down to the bag that was abandoned by your feet. It was a bag you packed the day you met him, it seemed outlandish to you but you packed that bag in hopes one day you would let Calum follow through on his promise to take you away from this town. Calum gently pulls you towards the window before going out first. He waits on the tiled roofing, helping you out the window, worried slightly about how your knees were going to get scrapped by the shingles, you however weren’t worried one bit.

You felt like you should say something, you owed it to Calum to say something as he helped you down the lattice fencing off the roof. You didn’t know what to say or where to begin so your silence ran strong, Calum wasn’t one to force you to speak either so he just waited. You both snuck around the side of the house to where his car was parked. His car was nothing fancy, it was an old Toyota Corolla that probably had more miles than you could ever imagine but Calum made sure that thing always ran. He was always working in the mechanics shop for extra cash and picking up every odd job he could, that was something that always amazed you, he’s a jack of all trades. You made it to the car, the yelling and crashing of items being thrown or dropped echoing behind you were soon to be nothing but a memory. He opens the door to the car, ushering you in before jogging to the driver’s side. He wasted no time in starting the car, speeding out of your neighborhood, headed in an unknown direction not that it mattered to you. The windows of his car were down as they always are since he doesn’t have air conditioning, the hum of the engine along with the whistle of the wind and the hum of the radio were creating the most peaceful chaos you had ever heard.

“Thank you.” You finally got out, not thanking him directly for what he did but still making it known.

“You never have to thank me,” His hand leaves the wheel, reaching across the center console to take one of your hands that were folded in your lap, “I will always come when you need me. Always.” Part of you wanted to doubt that was true but you knew in your heart that he would always come running when you needed him and maybe that’s why you felt so at ease around him since the moment you met.

Your eyes were latched on the road, so were his yet you two were connected, “Let’s get out of this town.” You said, watching as the road opened up in front of you and your town disappeared behind you. Calum slowly brought the back of your hand to his lips and ever so gently placed a kiss before dropping your tangled together hands into your lap.

Those were the old days though. The days when love was young. The days where you didn’t believe such things. You were young, you were naive, you were only a teenager. Now you were almost 30 thinking of when you ran away, it’s not with regret you look back though. If anything there was little in your life to regret, a couple of bad purchases, bad fashion choices, and stupid errors you’ve made. There are three things in this life you would never regret for sure. One was leaving home and never looking back. The second was this beautiful life you live, one where you laugh freely, love wholeheartedly, and dream feverishly. The last was meeting Calum, you were two kindred spirits who crossed at the exact right time. It was fate bringing you together because you have never felt anything but full beside him and he knows that. You two have felt nothing but love for each other since the day you met and you both know in your hearts you will feel that way until you die.

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I knew this would be love | Kim Seokjin

This one is inspired by the song I knew this would be love by Imaginary Future.

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader (established relationship)

Word count: 1,286 words

It wasn’t often that Seokjin had time off like this, in fact, he rarely had time off like this. When you had met those 3 short years ago, when you were just a student working in a local coffee shop to support yourself and he was an up-and-coming idol, you never expected much to come of the innocent flirtations. You figured he would always just be the pretty idol who snuck into the coffee shop, tucked behind a hat and sunglasses while you would just be the barista making insane amounts of coffees for his group. But here you are, graduating college, ready to make it out in the real world, your nothing but supportive boyfriend has surprised you. You wanted nothing too special because Seokjin was known for spoiling you on many occasions. Instead, he threw a surprise graduation party, much to your dismay but you couldn’t be that upset because this party was to be followed by a trip for just the two of you.

That’s how you ended up in this lavish ballroom, surrounded by people in the fanciest of cocktail attire. It wasn’t where you wanted to be but after all of his efforts, you wanted to at least enjoy the party a little, “Seokjin,” You leaned down to speak into the ear of your boyfriend who was wrapped up in conversation with Namjoon and Yoongi, “This is all too much.” You place your hands on his broad shoulders.

He holds up a finger to Namjoon and Yoongi before tilting his head to look at you, “It’s exactly enough to celebrate you my love, and all your hard work.” His hand comes up to cover yours on one side.

“I appreciate the efforts of this party and trust me it is quite fun,” You peck his cheek before continuing, “I was hoping to spend a bit of time with you alone tonight.”

“You’ll have me all to yourself for two weeks,” Seokjin jokes, picking up your hand and kisses it lightly, “Is that not enough for you?”

“Kim Seokjin…” You shoot him a stern look.

He releases your hand before turning back to Namjoon and Yoongi, “She’s right, the night is about her. I’ll catch up with you guys later.” Namjoon waves him off and Yoongi just laughs before they continue their conversation alone. Jin comes stepping around from the couch to stand beside you, his hand finding purchase on your waist, “How about,” He looks around the ballroom before his eyes stop on a far off wall, your eyes follow his eyes to the door to the balcony, “We step outside?” Seokjin suggests to which you just swiftly nod, following beside him as he weaves in and around all the people here to celebrate your success.

He gets to the door and pushes it open slightly to usher you out, “It’s beautiful tonight,” Your eyes look up to the sky. Before the door could even shut Seokjin was placing his blazer over your shoulders, “Thank you.” You lean into his side, his arms quick to wrap around you.

“Of course,” He says in a hushed voice, “It is quite a beautiful night.” He runs his hand up and down your arm, to warm you up.

“Look at the moon, it's so pretty,” You comment, slightly swaying in his arms, “Thank you for the party tonight.”

“Anything for you my love,” Seokjin leans down to peck the top of your head gently, “Although I may have gone overboard.”

“May have?” You chuckle.

“Alright,” He laughs, “I did go overboard with the party a little bit, but I couldn’t help myself.”

You roll your eyes, “What? Like you couldn’t help yourself when you let me move into your apartment rent-free? Or when you paid off my schooling? Or even when you bought me this?” You tease and pick up the dainty gold charm of your necklace that reads ‘Seokjin’ to show him.

Jin blushes, “Fair point,” He laughs, “I just want to do everything I can for you.”

“And I told you that you don’t have to do that,” Your hand comes up to grab his hand that was resting on your shoulder, “I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can.” He reassures, “I just think that if I can treat the people who mean the most to me, like you do, to anything you need, then I should.”

“Jin, I appreciate it, I really do,” You turn to face him, “But you worked so hard for your money, you work so hard every day, I would feel bad if you kept spending your money on me.”

He shushes you, “Don’t feel bad my love,” He cups your face, “I don’t want you to feel bad because I’m spending my money in the most important way and that’s to make sure that my beautiful girlfriend is happy, loved and knows how much she means to me.”

You were used to Jin’s words but tonight, it must have been a combination of the alcohol, the nerves from the party, and the excitement of graduating, you were close to tears, “You’re going to make me cry Jin.”

“Don’t cry,” His voice softens to barely above a whisper, “You don’t look so good when you cry.” He teases, making a laugh escape your lips as a tear rolls down your cheek.

“Did you ever think this is where we would be when you first came into the coffee shop 3 years ago?” You ask him as his thumb runs lightly over your cheekbones.

“Did you?” He reverses the question with a grin, “I mean did you really think all seven of us were drinking like 4 coffees a day?”

“Well I couldn’t have known,” You laugh, hands coming up to his chest, “You guys are busy idols, I figured you guys weren’t getting enough sleep.”

“Yeah?” He teases, bringing his forehead to rest on yours, “Is that why you would always sneak those little pastries in my order?”

You close your eyes, blushing, “I just wanted to make sure you’re eating enough since you were drinking so much coffee or so I thought…” You laugh at your past attempts of flirting with Seokjin through pastries.

“You’ve always been so sweet.” One of his hands comes up to brush the loose strands of hair from your face.

“You never answered my question…”

He raises an eyebrow, probably forgetting the question more wrapped up in the feeling of being so close to you, “Question?”

You roll your eyes, leaning your cheek into his palm slightly, basking in the moment of just the two of you, “I asked you if you thought that things would be this way when we met 3 years ago?”

The grin on Seokjin’s face grows, “Well my love,” His hand comes down from your hair to interlock with one hand pulling it up to a waltzing position while the other drops from your cheek to your waist. It leaves no place for your hand except on his shoulder, “I think-”

You cut him off, “Seokjin, why are you avoiding the question? Are we about to dance?” You giggle as he starts to spin you around in a fashion that is way off time for a waltz.

“Well my love,” He starts again, “As I was trying to say before, I did think it was going to be like this,” Jin laughs, stopping his makeshift dancing, “See because I knew this would be love.” He smiles before spinning you around once more, lost in his own little world of his creation where it was no one but you and the music he could hear in his head.

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Terrible Things | Luke Hemmings

Pairing: Luke Hemmings x Reader (established relationship) Warning: angst, death, illness (terminal) Word count: 1,947 words

This was inspired by the song Terrible Things by Mayday Parade

No one ever expects to lose a loved one, whether it be a father, mother, sibling, friend, or even a lover. Losing a loved one always hurts especially when you think you’re gonna have more time with them. It hurts when the plans are ripped away when you no longer can talk to them, see them or even run to them like you want to. You also think that it could never happen to you, that tragedies like this only happen to other people that you’re safe. You believe that with your untouchable and that this won’t affect you until it does. Then when it does, it feels like all the air has been sucked out of your lungs and that you’re constantly suffocating. It’s feeling like you can’t breathe and will never be able to breathe again. You never thought that the light of your life would be taken from you so soon, right before you even have time to actually be with him. It shouldn’t happen to anyone, especially not Luke.

Right around his birthday, he started to fall ill. Everyone assumed it was a cold because no healthy 25 year old like him should be worried about their health. It went on for weeks until you nagged him enough to go to the doctor. That's when the blood work brought back the worst news. You never expected him to be terminally ill, just the flu or a virus. You supported him through it all, telling him it wouldn’t get worse and that he could fight it. It only snowballed from there, doctors' visits, nights comforting him through the pain, endless treatments, waking up to him getting sick, and watching him waste away in front of you. You two spent every moment together until it happened and he passed. He passed on a Sunday evening, you had taken him out to the park that day, you pushed his wheelchair all around the park while you guys talked quietly. At the end of the day, you helped him out of the chair to sit in the grass together. It was peaceful being together. You spent the day taking pictures of him and savoring every moment. You never expected you would be pushing him in a wheelchair you thought you would be pushing him when you’re old, not at 25. You always expected life but instead, you’re here without him. No family, no wedding, no house with the picket white fence or growing old. Instead, you spent one final day with him and went to bed beside him, waking up the next morning beside him but he was already gone, no official goodbye but every night you always said goodnight like it was your last. Then it finally was and you felt nothing but numb.

Today was the hardest yet, his actual funeral. You felt bad because you wanted to help his family plan the funeral and they wanted you to help but you couldn’t. Most days you don’t even get out of bed and if you do, it's to go to the bathroom or answer the door. All your friends and family have been ordering food and cleaning your apartment, taking care of everything while you mourn. His family brought you back to your apartment and had a few close friends over. You guys may have never married but you were always a part of the family. You however had finally escaped to your bedroom, finally having a moment to pull yourself together. You hadn’t cried all day, you feel like you finally couldn’t cry anymore.

Your fingers are tracing over the hem on the dress and your eyes are latched on them, “You look beautiful in that dress,” Liz’s voice startles you and you look up to meet her eyes through the mirror, “Luke would have loved to see it on you.”

“He would,” You smiled, your eyes watering a little, “He did buy it for me but never got to see it on me.”

Liz steps into your room further, “I know how you’ve been feeling,” She stops walking for a moment, “He really loved you, so much. He always told me so. I know this must be hard, it’s really sudden.”

“Oh Liz,” You turned around to face her, she was always crying, “I can’t believe you’re trying to comfort me. I should be comforting you.”

“It’s not a competition,” She reaches forward and places a hand on your shoulder, “We’re all grieving, I just want to support you.”

“Liz I’m so grateful for all of you and your family,” You smiled softly as a tear slipped down your face, “I’m sorry for all of you.”

“It must be a plan of some sort from the universe,” Liz sighs, stepping back to sit on the edge of the bed, “He was so young, my baby had so much life left. He had so many plans, I keep racking my brain to figure out why in the world the universe took him from us. Why he didn’t get to get married or have grandbabies. I just don’t know…”

You collapse onto the bed beside her, “I think the same thing. I wonder why the universe would introduce me to my other half and make me so happy like this just to take him away. To take all the plans we’ve had and flush them down the toilet. He had so much potential, I love Luke. I love him so much and now I have to live without him…” You ramble, “Sorry.” I shrug.

You two sit in silence for a moment before Liz moves to dig into her purse to grab something, “Here.” She holds out an envelope.

“What is this?” You ask, taking it.

“Luke wrote this for you,” She says as your jaw drops, “He made me promise to give it to you if anything ever happened.”

“He wrote this like he knew he was going to leave me,” A tear slipped down your face onto the envelope, “Why would he do that?”

“He just wanted to make sure you would always remember how loved you are,” She pauses, “Oh wait, there's one more thing.” She reaches back into the bag pulling out a CD, “This was for you. He wanted you to be the first one to hear it.”

“What?”

“Just read the letter and find out,” Liz smiles softly, “I’ll leave you to it.”

“Thank you.” You said, staring at the items in your hands.

“Of course,” Liz stands up, “We’ll all be out there when you’re ready.” She excuses herself.

“Okay.” You sighed. You stared at the items for a moment, contemplating even reading the letter or saving it for another day. You weren’t sure if this would hurt you more or help you but either way the CD and paper felt heavier and heavier. You started to feel guilt at the thought of not reading this when he wanted you to so you decided that for him, you would. You set the CD beside you, ignoring it until after the letter.

______ my love,

I had to write this letter in secret because I know you wanted me to focus on fighting and surviving and having only positive energy but I accepted it. I know you’re probably angry with me, angry for accepting it, and angry for leaving you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry that you’re alone and I’m sorry I didn’t fight hard enough for you. I know we had plans, we had a lot of them. I know we never got to go on that trip to Italy, that we never got to get married, that we didn’t get that house with the white picket fence or have our own family. I know that I left you way too soon and baby I’m sorry. I promised to give you all of my years for the rest of my life and I did but I always thought we would have more, we made do with what we had but I will never forgive the universe for cutting our time short.

I know we always told each other that we love each other, I know you know I love you. You love me and I am honored that you have been the last and only one I spent my time with. I couldn’t be more grateful for you because I know that all of this was not only hard on me, but you as well. I can’t fathom how the universe gave me someone like you to be my other half. I can’t imagine my soul mate as anyone but you. I’m grateful for all the beautiful time we spent together. I haven’t had many years but out of all my 25 years, the 5 years I have spent beside you have been the brightest, happiest, most passionate, and best years of my life. You have been the most wonderful, positive, and loving force in my life for the longest time.

I could write you pages about how I feel about you but you already know. I want to explain the CD. The CD is an album that I worked on. It was meant to be my first solo album, I know we talked about that and you knew I was working on it before I got sick but I never told you I finished it though. I want you to be the first person besides me to listen to it. I named it “When facing the things we turn away from”. I bet you’re surprised that this was the name I picked, especially since we spent hours staring at that board with potential names. I finalized the tracklist too, after hours of working on it.

1. Starting Line

2. Saigon

3. Motion

4. Place In Me

5. Baby Blue

6. Repeat

7. Mum

8. Slip Away

9. Diamonds

10. A Beautiful Dream

11. Bloodline

12. Comedown

I wish I was around to show this to you myself because I can only imagine your reactions but I hope you’re proud of me for this. I wrote this for me but when I got sick, I finished it for you, so that you’ll always have a piece of me. I hope you love this album as much as I love you. Even after I’m gone, you will always have a place in me forever and always in every lifetime. I won’t get to see the things you do but I know whatever you do, you will be absolutely brilliant. I am so proud of you for carrying on as strong as you are, baby.

Yours forever and always,

Luke

By the time you got to the bottom of the letter, the page was stained with tears. The letter hadn’t been that long but considering how sick he was it was a miracle he had written as much as he had. You glace between the letter and the CD before setting the letter to the side.

“Oh Luke,” You sniffle, picking up the CD, “You really were one of a kind, my one of a kind man,” You whisper to yourself as you play with the edge of the CD case, “I can’t wait to listen to your album baby. I know it’s gonna be amazing and I’m so proud of you.” You whisper again, kissing the CD case before standing up. You move carefully across the room to the stereo, putting the CD in. You sigh, “First track is,” You look back to the letter about the tracklist, “Starting line.” You click play before dropping onto the bed, preparing to listen to the last new shred of Luke you have.

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Hello my loves!

Sorry for not being so active and posting in a little while! I promise to update you all with a new post as soon as I can! I hope you all are well and I’ll update soon!

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At Last | Luke Hemmings

Pairing: Luke Hemmings x Reader (established relationship) Word count: 694 words

This was inspired by At last by Etta James

"Time for the happy couple to dance!" Michael, the best man, screamed across the room.

"Luke..." You stood in front of the blonde man, who was now your husband. You stood with a grin plastered on your face and your hands extended to him, "Dance with me."

"Do I have to _____? You know I have two left feet.”

“But it’s our wedding Luke.” You pout.

“But I’m tired." Luke yawns and your face twists to a frown. Luke was not very excited about the dancing part of the wedding, he was sure you would be made about his dancing abilities.

"It's our wedding," You pleaded, "Come on. Luke please? Come on, you picked the song after all.” The one thing he did request was that he chose the song for your first dance. You had no problem with this because you know that Luke would pick something perfect for your first dance.

"Alright, I'll dance with you." He linked your hands together.

Your smile spreads again, "Come on," You guided him out to the floor. He wasn’t quite shy or embarrassed by affection but you think today was just a drain that's why he seems so down, "Just one dance Luke..." The music started as you stepped on the floor.

"Alright," He put one hand on your waist and grabbed your hand with the other. Your hand found his shoulder and you began to sway. "I can't believe it." He whispered.

"Can't believe what?" you whispered back, stepping closer to him, pressing our bodies together. You weren’t sure why you were whispering, it was your wedding after all you could do what you want.

"We're married," Luke stares at you for a moment, "You really agreed to marry me."

You giggled, "I can't imagine spending the rest of your life with anyone else." It was true there was no one you could envision besides him.

"_____," He said in a breathy voice, "_____ Hemmings."

"That's me." You felt another chuckle leave your lips.

"I never knew a name would sound so good," Luke laughed, "I can't believe that we're going to spend the rest of our lives together." He seems shocked.

"Now, now," You started, "Don't regret your decisions now." You joked.

"I will never regret this," He paused, taking a few steps as we danced, "From the moment I met you, I knew that it was you.”

“Oh shut up,” You roll your eyes at his words, “You did not know that. You’re just saying that.”

“But I did…” Luke grins, “I knew it was you. I couldn't think of a more amazing, smart, funny, caring, or beautiful person to start a family with."

"A family," you lean on his chest, "We're going to have our own family."

"I know." Luke seems to be in as much disbelief as you are.

"Our little babies running around one day," you smiled at the thought, pulling your head off his chest, "Little Luke juniors!" you laughed.

"Or _____ juniors," Luke interjected.

"Of course," you swayed with him a little more, "What do you think they'll be like? Our kids?"

"I think they'll probably be crazy like you." Luke joked, sticking his tongue out at you.

"Or they'll be so bossy like you." you laughed, "Or even worse they could be like little Ashton or Michael juniors." you joked.

"I couldn't imagine dealing with little versions of him," He laughed, "But I'd still love them anyway."

"Good, you better love our kids as much as you love me."

"I will," Luke promised, "I always will."

"You're a good man." you smiled, getting lost in his eyes.

"You make me a better man every day." Luke smiles ever so slightly, "I love you so much."

You smiled, "I love you so much." We continued to sway back and forth as the music continued. Luke took his hand off your waist and spun you around. A loud giggle escaping your lips as he did it again. The song was slowly ending and you prepared to go sit down again, "Thanks for dancing with me." you tiptoed up to kiss his cheek.

You turned to walk off the dance floor, pulling Luke behind you but instead, you were pulled back by Luke. you gave him a puzzled look as he leaned to whisper into your ear, "Let's dance a little more."

"Of course." you threw your arms around his neck as the next song picked up.

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Honey | Min Yoongi

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader (established relationship)

Word count: 2,050 words

The view of tattoos has changed a lot over time but they were still a taboo subject in a lot of circles. You knew that your family would always look down on you if you got a tattoo but something about the art kept drawing you in. So you got one. You’ve always been careful to hide your tattoo from everyone to avoid the trouble of getting dress coded at your university or at your job, even going so far that not even your own boyfriend knows of your tattoo, which frankly was a miracle that after almost a year you had hidden this from him.

You walked together hand in hand, down the street to get to Yoongi's dorm for one of the last times for a while before you head off for a semester abroad. You only have a few weeks left together before you’re jetting off to America for 3 months. The two of you walked silently, just enjoying each other's presence peacefully.

"______?" Yoongi blurted out.

"Yes?" You looked to my boyfriend, who had stopped walking beside you, making you stop walking.

"I got you something." He reaches into his pocket to retrieve something.

"A gift?" You beamed, you loved gifts not because of the material items you would receive but because of how excited he would be to give you these things and how he would tell you about why it made him think of you. You smiled, squeezing his hand tighter, "What's this all about?'

Yoongi pulled something small from his pocket, "I got it because you’re going to America and I won't be with you as often. You know I wish I could’ve come with you." You wanted to laugh at the part where he says wants to come with you because it didn’t matter how far away you were, you knew that he would never admit it but he’s the type of person to fly to you when he misses you that badly.

"Yoongi," You stepped a little closer so your chests were almost touching, "I'm so proud of you and everything you're doing with your music. Of course I'll miss you when I’m gone and I know you would’ve wanted to be with me, but I could not be happier for you. I will always be your number one fan." You smiled wider, tiptoeing up to kiss his cheek softly.

"_______," He holds out his hand revealing a little silver necklace, "I got you this."

You stared down at the little silver heart shaped pendant with his initials inscribed in the pendant, "It's so pretty Yoongi!" You were practically jumping up and down with excitement.

He pauses, opening the pendant revealing it is a locket, "There's more." He showed you the picture of you and Yoongi, wrapped in each other's arms in his studio, celebrating the release of his first solo mixtape. You both look incredibly happy and it was such a good day. He was just happy he got the mixtape done and was happy with how it turned out. You were so proud of him for how hard he worked, knowing his late night studio times have finally paid off. It's Yoongi’s favorite picture, he plastered it everywhere, the studio, his room, his wallet, phone screen and now around your neck.

"Yoongi!" You practically shouted, wrapping your arms around his neck. He was never really one to initiate this kind of affection and was always quite embarrassed when you did but would never turn you down. "I love it so much!" You squealed in excitement when you pulled away, "Can you put it on me?"

"Sure." He nodded. You twisted your hair holding it out of the way. Yoongi used his most careful movements to bring the necklace around your neck. You felt him push the collar of your uniform down slightly, to get the necklace on. Then he froze as soon as his fingers brushed the nape of your neck.

"Is something wrong baby? Are you alright?" You asked, a little worried, wondering what could have startled him.

"Do you have a tattoo?" He asked then clipped the necklace around your neck, fingers still trailing the nape of your neck.

You turned around nervously, "I... um... yeah..." You clasped my hands together and shifted my weight. You had never really talked about tattoos with him, so you had no idea of how he was going to react. You bit the inside of your cheek, nervously waiting for his reaction.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Yoongi's normal stoic face has shifted slightly, not that you could tell what he was going to react like.

"Well I haven't told anybody," You shrugged, attempting to play it off as cool, "It's not exactly something I would broadcast, so I keep it hidden because you know how people will react."

"Can I see it?" Yoongi asks bluntly, the idea that he wanted to see it was comforting to you.

"Well let's get to your dorm first." You smiled.

“Alright.” He nodded, taking your hand again while walking beside you. You were only a few minutes away from the dorms which didn’t help, it made you more anxious the closer you got. You got to his building and he held the door for you as we entered. He followed you up the stairs, as much of a gentleman he is, you knew he was probably looking up your skirt like the cheeky idiot he is. You stopped outside the door of his dorm, rocking back and forth on your heels, waiting for him to let you in. The place was empty so the other boys must be out somewhere. He opens the door and lets you in. You walked past the living room, down the hall to his shared room with Jin. You open the door and step in, Yoongi behind you.

You and Yoongi set down your bags, "Sit down, so I can show you." You said softly, turning your back to him. Without saying a word Yoongi slides off his jacket and takes a seat. You feel my heart pounding out of your chest, this is the first time that Yoongi will see you naked or even semi naked. You start to slip off your jacket, tossing it onto the floor, you start to unbutton your shirt with your fingers shaking. You finish and move letting the sides fall over your shoulders until it falls off completely. You’re left in nothing but a bra, which with shaking hands you slowly unclipped. You let that fall to the floor too.

"Come closer," Yoongi asks, you stepped back within reach of him. You were shaking with the nerves "Relax honey." He reaches a hand out to touch my back, his calloused fingertips sent ripples up my back.

“I’m quite nervous to show you.” You sighed.

“Why baby? It’s pretty.” His fingers graze over the flowers on your back, "It's quite big."

You bite your lip nervously, hoping that he wouldn’t be upset by the tattoo, "What do you not like it?" You questioned.

"That's not it," His other hand comes up and grazes my back as well, "I just never thought that you would get something like this." The cool metal of his rings made you shiver when it touched your back.

"Well why is that?" You asked teasingly, trying to lighten the situation because it was going better than you could have anticipated.

"I just never pictured your whole back would be covered with ink." He continued to trace the patterns.

"So why were you picturing my back? Was there something lewd you were thinking about?" You teased him, peaking over my shoulder at him.

“Honey,” Yoongi starts, his tone getting stricter, “You know that’s not what I meant.”

“Well why were you picturing my back then?” You questioned again with a giggle.

Yoongi just looked up and met your eyes before changing the subject, "When did you get this?"

You pause for a moment, "The end of my first year of university." You smiled.

"You've had it that long?" He seems surprised, “Where did you get this?”

"Yeah, I got it one day when my cousin got a tattoo gun. She drew and tattooed the whole thing." You felt his fingers stop grazing your back.

"Do your parents know?" He asks, hand going flat against the tattoo.

“Parents?” You scoff, "You're the only one besides my cousin that knows I have this," You felt goosebumps raise on your skin as he pulls his hands away, "I've been very careful to hide it from a lot of people."

"I like it." He says softly, hands resting on your hips, pulling you back, "I like it a lot.”

“You like it?” You said in surprise.

“I normally don’t like tattoos but this is so pretty,” His lips press along the lines of the tattoo, “It’s so elegant, it’s like something I’d see on a canvas in a museum.” You felt your face heat up with his compliments, “So fitting for you honey, my little masterpiece.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, sitting back on his lap. You sat together in silence for a moment, "I've thought about adding more but I don't know." You hum.

"You want more?" Yoongi tucks his chin into the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Well yes,." You relaxed into his arms, still covering my breasts embarrassed, but the longer you sat there on his lap, the more comfortable you got.

“Where else are you thinking? Your back is a little full honey.” Yoongi jokes, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

"I think I want some on my hips."

His hands went down from your waist to rest on your hips, "Here?" His fingers were inching the waistband of your skirt down. You continued to let him undress you as you both sat on his bed, finally growing more and more comfortable with him. He pulled the skirt down slowly, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. His hands stopped on your hips, thumbs tracing small circles.

"I was thinking of adding some more flowers and butterflies." You leaned your head back, looking up to the ceiling. Yoongi just nodded slightly, "I don't know if I want to do anymore or even if I should." You rambled on and as you talked you relaxed further into his arms, "Sorry I'm rambling."

"That's fine honey," His fingers ran over your skin slowly and his lips connected to your shoulder again, "I like hearing you talking." He mutters against your shoulder.

You pulled your back from his chest, turning to straddle him, in order to look at him, "I love you." You looked into his eyes for a moment and his eyes softened. You let your fingers slowly start to unbutton his shirt. After a few minutes, you finish and he shrugs his shirt off.

He looked like he was registering the scene in front of him, "I love you too." His eyes were looking me up and down, “Is this really happening? Do you really want this?” He whispers.

You felt your cheeks heat up as he looked down at your naked body. You nodded, "Yoongi... I want to..." You trailed off before leaning in to kiss him. You met his lips in a very passionate kiss. Your hands wrapped around his neck and he tightened his grip on your waist, the cool metal of his rings making you shiver. Your hands came falling down his chest to meet his belt, you started to undo it before pulling away from the kiss, "Can I?" you asked, batting your eyelashes.

“Are you sure you want to do this honey?” Yoongi’s hands run up and down your sides, comfortingly.

“Yes baby,” You smiled, “I’m sure. Now can I?” You pull on the belt a little bit more.

"Yes of course honey." He nods. You continued with undoing his belt and he connected his lips with mine again. His hands were slowly roaming my body. I pushed him down onto his back, trailing my lips down to his neck and starting a trail down his chest, “You’re so sweet honey,” He laughs, his hand coming to cup your chin, “But let me take care of you tonight.”

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So as of right now it’s kind of just sporadic uploads but I’m thinking about sitting down and writing a few to start an upload schedule! I’m thinking probably Tues/Thurs for updates but I’m not sure. I’ll post the schedule and update the master list when I get something set! Love y’all and thanks for reading my stuff. <3

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When you stop, I stop | Calum Hood | Mature

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader (established relationships)

Warning: smut, talk about sex, oral (f recieving), fingering

Word count: 1,615 words

Finals week is hell. There was nothing worse than the stress of finals, especially now. You were finally going to graduate and be a practicing psychologist. You’ve dreamed of this for years. You were sure you wouldn’t have made it through if it wasn’t for the support of your loving boyfriend, Calum, who you met as a freshman. He had eventually dropped out of college, more focused on his music, which was doing well. He always supported your dreams though, helping you when you pulled all-nighters, listening to you practice presentations, bringing you food while you studied, and especially pulling you away when you’ve been studying for too long. You were just finishing your paper as Calum came in through the door of your shared apartment after being at the studio writing all day.

“I’m home baby,” Calum calls from the front door before walking in further to see you sitting on the floor by the coffee table, “What are you working on?”

“Just perfecting my thesis.” You answered typing away at the computer and glancing between the screen and a textbook, “How was the studio?”

“Really good, we finally wrote that bridge for that song we’ve been w

“Baby,” Calum comes up behind you, crouching down to be eye level and placing hands on your shoulders, “How long have you been working?”

“What time is it?”

“It’s after 9,” He answers, his hands rubbing your shoulders, “Have you eaten today?”

“I haven’t had time,” You pick up the textbook, “I’ve been working on this all day.”

“Baby you know you have to eat,” Calum’s hands stop, “Get up we’re going to the kitchen to get you something to eat.” He moves to stand in front of you, holding a hand out for you.

“Not now Cal,” You whined, “I have so much work to do still.”

Calum stops and narrows his eyes, “Baby your paper isn’t due for another week and you’ve had it done for months. You need to get up and eat.”

“I’ll eat later.”

“It’s important for you to eat, come on.”

You sigh before getting up and keeping the textbook tucked under your arm, “Fine.” You agree, knowing Calum wouldn’t let this go. You take his hand and he pulls you down the hall to the kitchen.

“What do you want to eat baby?” Calum spins around on his heels, “I can make you something or order you something.”

You think for a minute and think, “Can you make me your special grilled cheese?” You ask, shifting your weight, dropping his hand. Calum smiles, he isn’t much of a cook but he could sure make an amazing grilled cheese with whatever else he could find in the kitchen. It was different every time but made with love by Calum so that’s all that mattered to you.

“Of course,” He leans in and kisses your forehead before pulling back, hands finding your hips, “You sit here,” He backed you into the counter and helped lift you onto the counter, “I’ll make your sandwich.”

“Thank you, Cal.” You smile, leaning your head back on the cabinet, you open the book and begin to thumb through those pages. You occasionally peek out the corner of your eyes at Calum who is moving about the kitchen. He was gathering random items from around the kitchen to make dinner. You watched him put the pan on the stove and buttering a slice of bread for the pan. He pulled out a second pan and tossed some bacon in.

“You look so pretty when you’re pretending to read that book,” Calum teases, moving away from the food and in front of you, “You know I can always tell when you’re looking at me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You roll your eyes, “I’m reading.” You pull the book up in front of your eyes as Calum’s hands rest on your knees, parting your legs to stand between them.

His hand came to the top of the book, pushing it down, “Don’t lie to me, baby.” His other hand shuts the book and sets it on the counter beside you. “I was reading that.”

“You can read later,” He leans in, his lips ghosting over yours, “I have something else in mind.” Calum connects your lips eagerly. You respond as the kiss heats up, your hands clasped around his neck and his hands trace shapes on your thighs.

You pull away slightly, “I thought it was important that I eat.” You tease, pulling your hands to rest on top of his hands.

“It is important to eat,” His hand slides up your thigh hitting the edge of your shorts, “I want to eat something else.” He whispers, lips against yours while pulling the edge of your shorts down a bit.

You pull away, both of your hands finding his chest, “That was the worst possible thing you could have said to me at this moment.” You playfully push him back.

Calum rolls his eyes, “Shut up,” One of his hands comes up to your chin, gripping tightly, “Do you want me to eat you out of not?” His demeanor changes completely as the other hand moves to the waistband. His hand slips into the pants and past your underwear, his finger traces over your clit lightly. You let out a whimper as he gains speed, “Words baby.” He tuts, letting go of your chin.

“Please…” You beg, hands coming to rest on his shoulders.

“Of course I will baby,” He grins, pulling his hand away from you and kneeling to be eye level with your cunt, “I know how hard you’re working. You deserve this don’t you baby?”

“Please Calum…” You whined again.

“Alright, you do deserve it.” He grins, pulling your shorts down slowly and you wiggle your hips to help him get them off. He gets your shorts and underwear off, hands finding your knees, pushing your legs farther apart. He leans in so that his breath hit your dripping cunt making you shiver slightly, “Actually baby,” He looks up, “Since you wanted to read so bad,” One of Calum’s hands move over to the textbook on the counter, he picks it up and thrusts it into your hands, “How about you read for me.”

“What Calum?” You ask.

“Read to me,” He answers, hands gripping your thighs again, “And when you stop, I stop.” He leans in again and your breath hitches.

He leans forward, licking a stripe up your cunt, “Better start reading.” He tuts before leaning back in.

You flip back to the page you were reading and try to find the spot. You have one hand holding the textbook open and the other tangled in his hair, “In 2006, Dr. Weinschenk conducted a study-” Your reading is cut off by Calum’s lips attaching to your clit, “Oh god.” You threw your head back as he sucked on your clit, one hand tracing up your thigh coming to your core, “More Calum.” You begged.

He pulled away, “When you stop, I stop.”

You turn back to the book with a shaky voice, “Conducted a study amongst 10,000 college students-” You pause for a moment as two of his fingers plunge into your core, “O-of many different ages, genders and um…” You pause to catch your breath as Calum continues to swirl his tongue around your clit and fingers thrust in and out. You continue to struggle while trying to read, knowing he’ll stop and never let you finish if you don’t try.

“What’s that baby?” He pulls away for a second to ask with a cocky grin on his face.

“Genders and races about how-” You pause to let out a loud moan as he curls his fingers, “How stressed they are regularly-” You’re cut off by Calum’s pace quickening again, “Holy shit Calum,” You gasp as he sucks on your clit harsher than before, “Basis during a semester.”

“You are doing so well,” Calum says as he pulls away and his freehand leaves your thigh, “How about you put that book down and focus cumming on my tongue? You like that idea baby?”

You nod desperately, “Please Calum…” You set the book down again, both hands finding his hair, “Please make me cum.” You beg, looking down, making eye contact with your boyfriend. He smirks before diving back in. He sucks on your clit while curling his fingers against your g spot. It wasn’t long until you felt the knot in your stomach growing. Your grip on his curls tightened. You tugged as his curls, earning a moan from him and the vibrations sent you over the edge, “Shit Calum.” You whined, your head hitting the cabinet behind you and your fingers coming out of his hair.

He pulled back and took his fingers out, “You did so well baby.” He laughs, sticking his fingers in his mouth.

You chuckled for a minute, “What the fuck was that about?”

“What?” Calum looks surprised.

“Reading my textbook to you while you had your head between my legs?” You laughed again.

“I don’t know,” Calum shrugs, pulling back, “I just thought of it. Did you not like it?” He seems concerned.

“No,” You pause, “It just took me by surprise.”

Calum steps back, picking up your pants from where he tossed them on the floor, “Here you go,” He laughs, tossing them at you, “Let me finish making your sandwich.” Calum says as he goes back to making the sandwich as if nothing had happened. It made you laugh but you were grateful for Calum during these stressful times, he was goofy and always knew how to make you feel better.

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letdown | Michael Clifford

Pairing: Michael Clifford x Reader (established relationship) Warning: angst, drug use, effects of drug use Word count: 1,470 words

This was inspired by the song letdown by nothing,nowhere.

You knew that you had to do something about this. You never ate, you never slept, you couldn’t work, you were only worried about your next fix. You knew it hurt your friends, you could tell by the way they went running. You knew it hurt your family, evidence from the multiple interventions and eventually being cut off. You had one person in this world though, your boyfriend, Michael. He knew about your problem, he was always trying to help you, pushing you to fight to recover. He’s tried every method, cutting you off money-wise, sending you to multiple rehab centers and so many therapy sessions, literally nothing was helping. You loved that about him but something about the sweet feeling of shooting up would always draw you back.

You came sneaking into the house after another late night, shooting up in some random public bathroom since that was the only place you knew Michael couldn’t get to you. You walked past his dark office, a sign that he had long abandoned the office. You crept into the bedroom expecting to see your boyfriend asleep or scrolling on his phone or watching TV. Instead, you’ve met but a completely made bed with a note on Michael’s pillow. You come over and sit down beside the note picking it up to read it.

Dear ______,

I remember the day we met. I never thought I would meet the love of my life in a gas station. I was at the counter paying for some snacks, it was literally 3 in the morning. You were coming out of the bathroom, I figured you were on a road trip but now that I look back, you were probably just shooting up. You went to leave the store but instead, you walked into a display knocking over about 50 cans of pringles. I remember laughing thinking you were just clumsy but now I know you were high out of your mind. I remember talking to you and helping you pick them up. Then I made some stupid joke about pringles and you laughed so hard I thought you were going to pass out. I bought each of a can of pringles and we talked together. You asked if I wanted to go for a walk in the park together. I asked if you were sure because it’s 3 in the morning. You were giggling and said it was on your way. In hindsight, I shouldn’t have left my car at the gas station but a pretty girl like you was giggling asking me to come with her to the park, I couldn’t go home. I also knew that if I wasn’t there with you, you would find someone else and I couldn’t stand the thought of you being by yourself. So I followed you and we spent hours wandering the park like we were lost kids, laughing. I swear to god there hasn’t been a better day I’ve ever had. I wish I could go back to that day often to feel something like that again.

I hate that I’m even writing you a letter like this. I think that there are a million words for me to say what I want to say and they might come off better if I said it in person. I can’t look you in the eyes and say this but ______ I love you and I can’t take this anymore. I can’t look at the light fading in your eyes anymore, I can’t watch you skip meals, shaking from withdrawals, or getting sick. I can’t watch you wither away in front of me. I hate watching you lie in bed unable to move, going in and out while I check every minute if you’re even breathing. It’s even worse watching you scratching until you’re raw or bleeding or pacing the room until you pass out on the floor. I can’t stand watching you, my once driven and ambitious girlfriend loses her job and not be able to work for more than a week before getting fired. You aren’t even the girl that I met 2 years ago, the girl I fell in love with. You’re the empty shell of the person you used to be, more concerned about being a drug.

I want to be sorry for leaving you on your birthday but I doubt you even remember that’s today. It may be your birthday but it’s not only you impacted anymore. I can’t remember a time where I haven’t had to tell you what day it is or remind you of someone’s birthday. I doubt you even remember the promises you’ve made me, promises to get clean, or even the plans we made. I can’t watch you disappear before my eyes when we had planned so many things together. With the way you are right now, I doubt you’ll ever make it to see anything we planned. We’ll never get married, we’ll never buy our house, we’ll never travel the world and we’ll never get to raise our kids. I used to think it was partly my fault, wondering what I could have done to make things better and how I could have helped you but I realized it isn’t my fault. You have a problem and if you don’t admit it, you’ll never get better. At this rate, you’re never going to get better because no matter how many people try to help you, you never help yourself. I love you so much but I can’t be the only one fighting for us, for you. You were supposed to be the love of my life and I was supposed to be yours but you always chose heroin over us. I never thought I would be losing the one I love like this, I always thought we would spend years together before losing one another. I didn’t think that I would lose you this soon.

Maybe one day in another life, a better life, you and I are happy but I don’t think this life is the one for us.

Love always,

Michael.

You had to wipe your tears from the page because the ink was starting to blur. Michael had done it, he had left you. After years of trying, Michael had reached the end of his rope. You couldn’t blame him though because you had given up on yourself a long time ago. You were just left shocked because the one person you thought you would always have, has left you. You set the page on the nightstand. Your heart was weakly beating but was still echoing in your head. You move slowly, your head spinning from the thought of never seeing Michael again and coming down from your high. Your mouth was dry, painfully dry. You wipe your tears and head to the bathroom. You flip the light on and it flickers for a moment. You look at yourself, moving to grip the sink edge to make sure that you don’t fall over. You were shaking slightly as you looked up at yourself. The bags under your eyes were dark and your eye sockets were sunk in. Your whole body was shaking and your skin was getting paler. Michael was right you don’t look like yourself and now you don’t feel like yourself.

You sigh, hands shakily coming up to turn the faucet on. You splashed your face a bit, the water stinging as the cold water drips down your face. You looked at yourself in the mirror again, this time you focused on your arms, scarred up and covered with little scabs and bruises. You make eye contact with yourself again. You pull back, flip off the light and turn to go back to the room. You’re tired and feeling yourself fading. You flop onto your back on the bed, you pull your phone from your pocket. You shoot a text to your dealer, its only been hours but you were desperate again. He says he’ll send someone over and you sigh. You click through the phone, hovering over Michael’s contact. You debate nervously whether or not to click it but you cave. Maybe just once you can hear his voice one more time.

“Michael please…” You whisper, feeling sleep washing over you. You set the phone beside you on speaker, hearing it ring as you fade in and out. It rings all the way through and right to voicemail, “I’m sorry Michael.” Is the last thing you say before you lose consciousness. You aren’t sure if you’re going to wake up after this one but it doesn’t matter, you’ve lost everything this time and if you woke up again, you would only chase more drugs. Michael was right about everything he said, you love him but you love the drugs more.

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Wish you were here | Calum Hood

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader (established relationship) Warning: angst, swearing, death, blood (very minor) Word count: 2,218 words

This was inspired by the song Wish you were here by Neck Deep

Saying that Calum Thomas Hood is your boyfriend is an understatement. He is your lover, your confidant, your teacher, your best friend, and your soulmate. Every day you’re left wondering how you could have found someone like him among all the people in the world. How someone so caring, smart, funny, handsome, and kind fell for you. It’s like he was made to be yours and you were made to be him, there was no one else for you two but each other. Your relationship rivaled only those of a fairytale.

You two had nothing but hopes and dreams for your lives together until the day it all changed. The day that you lost him. You were right beside him when the accident happened. You took months to recover but he was touch and go from the moment he was pulled from the wreck and didn’t even make it through the night. You didn’t even get to say goodbye because you were still under surgery, a life-saving surgery you needed to survive. Not that you would call this living because without him it’s surviving, not living. Realistically there wasn’t like there was much you could have done but you keep thinking maybe if we hadn’t argued 3 days earlier, maybe if you hadn’t insisted on going to the party, or maybe if you hadn’t been singing so loud. You just keep thinking maybe there was one thing you could have done. You know that it wasn’t your fault and it wasn’t Calum’s either so you didn’t understand why the world was so cruel. You knew it was the fault of the ice on the road and the driver who was speeding and spun out into your car. You couldn’t tell if it was guilt that you survived and he didn’t or if it was just the pain of losing him. You knew that if either of you should’ve survived you know it should’ve been him, you always knew that Calum was the light in a lot of people’s lives, especially yours.

You knew this day would come, where you had to pack up Calum’s house. It took you months to gather the courage to set a time with everyone to pack up the house because the idea of setting foot in this house without the possibility of seeing him, makes you sick. After the accident, you took care of Duke but you still couldn’t go into the house, Luke having to bring Duke to your apartment. Now Duke is one of the only pieces of Calum you would have left. You haven’t slept this entire week in anticipation of this day. but you thought it would be under such different circumstances. You always pictured packing the house to move to your home. You always assumed this house would be packed up so you two could start your lives together in a shared space, not because he was gone. Now all you’re left with is pictures of his smile, videos of him laughing with you, memories of nights you spent together tangled in the sheets, talking and laughing. You have all of his things but nothing would matter if he wasn’t around to use them.

Now you had Calum’s best friends and his family here, helping you pack up the house. The worst part was having to explain that while they left the house to you and it would be one hell of an upgrade from your shoebox apartment, you couldn’t stay here. This big empty house was only a home because of who you shared it with, it would never be a home without him. You assigned each person to a room, you took his bedroom for yourself, wanting to savor each memory the room would bring up. You moved to the nightstand, picking up the framed photo of you two that he had put up. You remember being so surprised when you saw he framed a picture of you two for his bedside, he said he wanted to wake up to your face even if you weren’t with him.

“______?” A voice startled you and you dropped the picture frame, the corner hitting the floor. The frame broke and the glass shattered upon hitting the wood floor. You broke it, one of the sweetest memories you had of him.

“Shit,” You knelt to clean it up before looking back to see Ashton coming over to you, “What’s up?” You asked hurriedly, trying to clean the glass from the floor.

“Hey hey hey,” Ashton urges, kneeling beside you, “Wait a minute you’re gonna cut yourself on the glass.”

“It’s fine,” You reassure, your tone shaking and tears pricking your eyes, “Did you need something?” You sped up your motions.

“I just came to see how you’re doing.” Ashton places a hand on your shoulder.

You scoffed, “I’m fine. How are you?” You continued to scoop the glass up.

“______,” Ashton places a hand on yours, trying to get you to not worry about the glass anymore, “I’m serious. I know this must be hard for you.”

“Ashton, I’m fine.” You huffed, shaking his hand off yours, focusing on cleaning the glass again. You couldn’t help but feel guilty because everyone was walking on eggshells around you as if they didn’t lose their brother/son/best friend, “How are you? I know this is hard for you too.”

“It is hard,” Ashton agrees, “But I know it’s gotta be hardest for you.”

“And why would it be hardest for me? I mean his parents lost their son, Mali lost her brother, you guys lost your best friend and your fans lost their idol. Everyone lost a lot-”

Ashton cuts you off, “You lost your soulmate.”

Your breath hitches at the words and your hand slips, slicing your finger on the glass, “Shit.” You looked down at your finger which was bleeding.

“______, I told you to be careful,” Ashton shakes his head, “Go clean up and I’ll finish boxing up the room.”

You just nod. It doesn’t take you a second thought before you’re on your feel headed to the large bathroom. The bathroom was all dark tile which should be more intimidating but all you could think about is the mornings you spent, showering together, the nights in the bathtub, or getting ready to go somewhere together. You stop at the sink and rinse the blood away. The blood is an awful reminder of the worst night of your life. You keep rising until it’s all gone, letting out a shaky breath. You slowly crouch down to look in the cabinet where Calum kept the first aid kit. You had to shuffle through the random products under the sink, “Where the hell is it Calum?” You muttered to yourself, feeling your heart sink a little more when his name left your lips. You rummaged a little more until the white plastic first aid kit was found, you moved to shut the cabinet but a little black box tucked into the far corner catches your eye. You move to shut the cabinet, not wanting to snoop in his things before realizing that he couldn’t yell at you about snooping anymore. You huffed to yourself, “What were you hiding Hood?” You grasped the box. It was black crushed velvet, a jewelry box. You carefully flip it open like someone would walk in and catch you. It revealed a ring, a diamond ring in the center, and two colored stones, one on each side, his birthstone and yours. “This can’t be,” The tears you had been holding back all day finally came streaming, “Calum you’re a dick,” You said in hysterics, looking up to the sky, “You really did it. You listened to my idea for an engagement ring and fucking made it.” You couldn’t quite discern what you were feeling at this moment because while you thought you ought to be in tears, you couldn’t help but laugh instead. “You made my dream engagement ring, then I assume you were gonna propose then you went and fucking left me?” You were in full hysterics now, silent tears streaming while your mind was racing. You decided to pull it out and slip it on. The ring fits like a glove hurting you more than ever, “And it fits perfectly. Of course, it does.” You sit down with your back slumped against the bathtub, still in shock of the find.

You wanted nothing more than to walk out of this room, down the hall to his studio, and see him sitting at his computer. You wanted to slap the back of his head and chew him out for hiding this in such an easy-to-find spot but you couldn’t. You instead slipped the ring off and back into the box, just staring at it. Ashton’s knock at the door startles you, “You alright?” He asks as he slowly opens the door.

You shut the box and look at Ashton, “Did you know?”

He glances between your eyes and the box, “______…” He trails off, which in itself tells you that he knew.

“Did you know when?” You asked, the tears finally drying up, all feeling sucked out of you. You couldn’t even muster up enough emotion at this moment to continue crying, you were drained.

“Your birthday.”

“Birthday? Interesting.” You chuckled to yourself, letting your mind wander to what it would have been like. Your eyes stay latched on the box in your hands.

“He loved you so much ______,” Ashton kneels to be eye level with you, “He always said you were the only one for him. How he wanted a life with you.”

You looked up at his words, never knowing that Calum spoke of you in such a way, “I didn’t know he told you those things…” You trailed off.

“I heard it all the time,” Ashton reaches up and brushes the single stray tear away, “How a life with you was all that he looked forward to, how he had such big plans for you two.”

“I would have given anything for that life with him.” You whisper.

“I know,” Ashton sighs, “Maybe you should call it a day.” He stands up. You take a moment to gain a little more composure, not wanting to break down again completely in front of everyone. There was enough of that at the hospital and the funeral. You didn’t think it would be very helpful to anyone if you broke down and caused others to break down.

“Can I take this?” You ask Ashton as you stand up. You guys stand facing each other.

“I think you should.” Ashton nods, “He wanted to give it to you but either way you should have it.”

You don’t know what comes over you but the next thing you know, you throw yourself into Ashton’s arms, “Thank you.” You two stand pressed together for a moment before you pull back.

“Of course,” He flashes a sad grin, “Maybe you should call it a day, you can come help again tomorrow. I can tell everyone you left.”

You open your mouth to protest but instead you agree, “You’re right. I bet Duke misses me at home so I should probably go.” You smiled softly.

“Of course,” Ashton’s grin seems more genuine than any smile you've seen from him recently, “Give him an extra treat from me.”

You nod before moving past him, tucking the ring box into your sweatshirt pocket. You see the picture from the frame resting on the bed and also tuck it into your pocket. You went down the hall, looking carefully at all the pictures on the wall. Your pictures from Europe, the one of him that you took and he framed because he said it was the best photo of him ever taken, that no photographer could ever compare. You smiled at the pictures of you two together on the walls, the pictures you took of Calum and Duke, and all the pictures of the guys, goofing off. You sighed before heading down the stairs thinking of the mornings you spent chasing Calum through the house or late nights coming up the stairs to see him. You luckily didn't pass anyone as you slipped out the front door. You went running down the driveway so eager to get to your car. You’ve never wanted to leave Calum’s home more than you did right now. You hop into the driver's seat, slamming the door behind you. Instead of pulling your keys from your pocket, you pull out the jewelry box and picture.

You open the jewelry box slowly, “You always knew exactly what I wanted,” You whispered as you slipped the ring onto your finger, “You always knew me so well.” You turned to the picture, stroking the curve of his face tenderly.

Now you were still grasping at the fact that you had nothing but the pictures and the memories to remember him. Your fairytale ending wasn’t what you expected. You didn't get your prince charming sweeping you off your feet and running away with you. You couldn't help but think not all fairytales can have a happy ending, so maybe this wasn’t one of those happy fairytale moments. Calum would always be your prince charming though, even without the happily ever after.

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You followed me | Park Jimin

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader (highschool classmates)

Warnings: Hinting at sexual situations and underage drinking

Word count: 1,206 words

The music is blasting, bodies are packed together and the drink in your hand was sloshing over the edge as you swayed your hips to the music. This was the first party you've been to after years of your best friend begging you to come with her. You’re having the time of your life, dancing and singing with friends. Your best friend dressed you in a red tank top with a black mini skirt after telling you that 'I need to work what my momma gave me'. You feel more alive than you ever have, just dancing beside your friends and sipping the drink in your hand.

Your eyes wandered the room as the music was blasting and your friends surrounded you. You looked up into the crowd of people and caught eye contact with Park Jimin, the most sought-after boy in our school, after all, he was the class president, a singer, and an amazing dancer. He stood in the corner, leaning against the wall with a red cup in his hand while he laughed, listening to random stories from other people around him. He was wearing a button-up shirt with the top three buttons undone and a pair of jeans. You stood locked in each other's eyes for a moment, your hips still swaying as he brought his cup to his lips. Everyone thinks he’s attractive and he has girls throwing themselves at him left and right, normally you wouldn’t be one of those girls but tonight was different, something about the music, the alcohol, and your outfit made you feel like a new person. You don't know what came over you, it was most likely the alcohol but you winked at him, brought a finger up, curled it towards you, and mouthed the words 'come here.'

You saw a devilish smile spread across his face, he quickly excused himself from the people he was around. He set his drink on a passing table as he started coming across the room. You took whatever was left in your cup and chugged it, spinning to toss the cup into a nearby bin. Soon the brunette boy was right behind you, startling a bit. You swayed your hips and he latched his hands to your hips. He pulled you against him as we danced to the music. You rested your back on his chest as we danced, "I'm-" You twisted your neck so that you could talk into his ear.

"________," He cuts you off. You were surprised that he knew your name but he is the class president after all. "Jimi-" He starts.

"Jimin, I know." You giggled as he tried to introduce himself as if he wasn’t known by the entire school. You leaned further into him and his grip on your hips tightened, "How do you know my name?" You leaned up to his ear, bringing a hand up to his neck and the other grabbed his hand on your hip.

"I sat behind you all year," He leans down and talks into your ear, "Don't think I haven't noticed you all year."

"Well, I knew that," You laughed, "I didn't know that you knew me." You looked over to his face to see the grin.

“How could I miss a girl like you?” Jimin lets out a breathy chuckle.

“A girl like me?” You chuckled, “You’re going in for the flattery aren’t you.”

Jimin hums in agreement, "Seeing a girl like you in a skirt every day," He bit his lip, "Now this skirt..." His hand moves down from your hip and plays with the hem of the tighter skirt, "Tsk... Tsk... So tight and so short."

"Well you didn't expect me to come dressed in a school uniform did you?" you laughed as the song changed, it was still just as upbeat as the last one.

"I just never imagined you could look so..." Jimin pauses, rubbing his hand on your thigh, edging slightly under the skirt, "So hot." You felt your face flushing because you had never had anyone speak to you in such a way or touching you like he was.

"Well thanks..." you laughed as you could feel him growing hard under you, "I didn't think that when my best friend dragged you here tonight, that I would be here dancing with you, I assumed I would spend my night sulking in the corner or dancing beside her."

"Why did she drag you here?" He asked while we swayed, his hands kept your bodies firmly pressed together.

"It was this or sit at home alone." You shrugged, feeling completely grateful that you aren’t at home lying on your bed doing nothing.

"Ah, I see." Jimin laughs.

"Why did you come here tonight?" you felt his hand rubbing your thigh still.

"My girlfriend cheated on me." He sounded numb to what he just said, you were surprised he wasn’t more upset.

"You had a girlfriend?" you paused, not sure how you didn’t realize that the class president had a girlfriend, "I'm sorry though..."

"It's alright," He shrugged, "At least I've got a pretty girl dancing with me, making me feel better," Jimin whispers in your ear, nipping at your ear lobe.

You bit your lip as you felt your whole body heating up, never feeling like you were right now, "Alright calm down Mr. Player." You spun around, speaking with your lips almost pressed against his. You were so unsure of where all this confidence had come from but you decided to run with it before it faded. You pulled yourself closer to him, pressing your chest to his, resting one hand on his chest and the other around his neck. His hands trace down your hips to your ass.

Jimin pulled you closer, "I'm not a player..." He groaned in your ear.

"Sure, " you said sarcastically, wrapped both arms around his neck, "Because just anyone gets a crowd of girls to follow them and a girlfriend."

"That's not my choice," He leans into your ear, "They follow me."

"Big difference?" you laughed sarcastically.

"Yeah those girls would follow anyone," He grabs your ass, "I wouldn't follow just anyone."

"Yeah?" you pulled out of his grip, "Well then let's see if you'll follow me." you walked away through the crowd, daring not to peek over your shoulder to see if he was following you. you walked out of the house and into the front yard.

Before you could turn around, "Here I am..." He gripped your hips as he did on the dance floor.

"Here you are," you grinned, "Do you want to get out of here? My parents aren't home tonight." you bit your lip and leaned your back into his chest against. At this moment you were thankful that you were seen as the goodie two shoes by your parents or they would have never left you home alone for a weekend.

"Tsk tsk..." He spins you around, "Aren't you just turning into one of those girls?" He jokes.

"No they follow you," you laughed, "You followed me..."

Jimin just looks at you with a smirk spreading on his face, "So you said your parents aren't home?" His lips ghost over yours again with a smirk.

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Boys Time | Michael Clifford

Pairing: Michael Clifford x Reader (married couple, parents)

Word count: 833 words

It happens again. For the 3rd time tonight, you’re woken up with the sound of your son crying. You were told that after the first year Bailey would be sleeping through the night, which he was but tonight he definitely was not. He was waking you up every few hours. You rolled onto your side to look at the clock, 3 AM. You start to swing your legs off the side of the bed to get up but instead, you feel your husband’s hand on your shoulder.

“Baby,” Michael’s raspy sleep voice used to startle you but now it was one of your only comforts on nights like these when the baby wouldn’t stay down, “I got it, you rest.” He leans over and kisses your shoulder lightly before climbing out of bed. You laid your head back down and let yourself drift back to sleep, knowing that Michael could easily get the baby down.

After a while longer the sun was shining on your face through the window. You rolled to look at the clock, 7 AM, you hadn’t slept much longer but at least it was something. You sat up and stretched, turning to look over for Michael. It surprises you when you see he isn’t there, “Babe?” You yawned, standing up, “Mike?” You asked as you wandered to check your bathroom, which was empty. You didn’t bother to change out of your PJ pants and t-shirt, not caring what your appearance looked like right now. You wondered where Michael had gone, probably out for coffee or breakfast or downstairs doing something else. Your next step was to go find the baby. You wrapped your arms around your torso as you walked out of your and Michael’s shared bedrooms. You walked across the hall to the nursery, you swung the door open to reveal it was empty, no sign of Michael or your son, Bailey. You wandered slowly down the hall towards the stairs in search of your husband and son, “Babe where are you?” You called out, getting no response.

You get down the stairs, the kitchen is empty, the living room empty, dining room, porch, and yard also empty. The only room you hadn’t checked was Michael’s gaming room, when you got in front of the door you could hear the sounds of your son’s giggling on the other side. You carefully pushed the door open, trying not to disturb whatever was going on on the other side of the door. You saw Michael, headset on with one ear off. Your son Bailey was perched on Michael’s lap, giggling and clapping at the flashing lights of the screen.

You heard Michael laughing and saw him pause to point at things for Bailey, “You like that one don’t you?” Michael questions pointing at the screen and your son's little hands clap together, “He’s fast, isn’t he?” Michael grinned kissing the top of your son’s head. Your son kept giggling and grasping at the screen. Michael murmured a few more things to your son as he clicked across the screen. You watch them for a few moments before you cross your arms watching them as they continue to sit and giggle together.

You lean against the frame and it creaked, causing Michael to spin the chair around, “Sorry.” You apologized, coming further into the room, “Didn’t mean to interrupt boys time.”

“That’s fine baby,” Michael smiles, “How long were you standing there?”

You stand right in front of the boys and your son makes grabby hands for you, “Only a few minutes,” You crouched down, kissing Michael on the lips quickly, “You want mommy?” You asked your son, taking him from Michael’s lap. You situated Bailey on your hip, “How long have you guys been down here?” You swayed back and forth while your son played with your hair.

“What time is it now?” Michael asked, moving to set the headset on the desk.

“It’s about 7.” You answered.

“Then we’ve been playing games for about a couple of hours,” Michael chuckles, “Didn’t realize it had been that long.”

“Mike you’ve been playing for four hours and you didn’t notice?”

“No,” he scoffs, “Hard to notice when Bailey and I are playing games and having so much fun.” It was always funny when Michael would say that Michael and Bailey were doing something together because half the things he said were hardly something a one-year-old could do.

You rolled your eyes, “Alright boys,” You set Bailey back on Michael’s lap and he looked surprised that you handed his son over again so soon, “I can see you two were having a lot of fun this morning. Let me go make breakfast for all of us.” You kiss Bailey’s head, then you kiss Michael’s forehead, eager to get out of their way to avoid interrupting the boy's time. You pick up the headphones from the desk before setting them over Michael’s ear again, leaving the boys to play their video games together.

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Bloom | Kim Namjoon

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader (established relationship)

Word count: 1,144 words

You were so hesitant when your boyfriend, Namjoon, suggested a holiday in the spring, dragging you away from your university ending your semester early. He told you how he had a break coming up and he knew that recently he has been neglecting your relationship. So he said he wanted to take a trip with you. After a few days of thinking, you sat down with him ready to plan a trip, only to be told to not worry that everything would be taken care of. Once again you were hesitant, not that you thought he would plan a bad trip but because you had no idea what he had in mind.

Your doubt was misplaced because when he revealed he wanted to take you to Tokyo to see the cherry blossoms in bloom, you couldn’t have been happier. The trip has been nothing but a dream, waking up and exploring the cities, walking through parks (with Namjoon taking time to point out all the cool plants he sees), all the museums, and trying all sorts of new food at restaurants. Today was finally the day the trees were in bloom. Namjoon had planned the day for you two completely. From taking you to the cafe in the morning, then to a grocery store to pack a picnic, then he dragged you to the park where you are now.

You're lying together at the base of a cherry blossom tree, deep in the park. You weren’t sure what Namjoon had in mind when he dragged you through the park to find this tree. You realized that he must have scoped the park out when he took that walk the first night you got here just to find this place. Namjoon had you both spread out on a picnic blanket and a basket beside him. He was leaning against the tree and your head was in his lap. One of his hands is playing with your hair absentmindedly, running his fingers through your hair and twirling pieces between his fingers while his other hand held a book of poetry he wanted to share with you. You loved moments like this where he would find something that he would be dying to show you.

The spring air was nice, it was beautiful out. The cherry blossoms were blooming around you and the breeze was blowing, wafting the scent throughout the park. You felt the breeze tickling your skin as your fingers played with the material of the blanket underneath you, "You look so pretty like that when you’re reading to me," You blurted out as you watched his lips moving as he read out loud, you were more tuned into watching his face twist with every word than listening to the words that were coming out of his mouth, “You always look so perfect like this.”

Namjoon looked away from the book and down at you with a soft smile. He stops running his fingers through your hair and rolls his eyes, "You're not listening." He was chuckling at your outburst, similar words of adoration he always heard from you.

"Sorry," You smiled back, "I just can't stop staring at you."

"At least try to listen ______," Namjoon chuckles as his fingers start going through your hair again, fingertips grazing your scalp slowly, "This part is important."

"Alright," You rolled your eyes, "I'm listening."

"'I carry your heart with me. I carry it in my heart. I am never without it. Anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling.'" Namjoon paused to look down at you, his eyes had softened completely and were full of nothing but love and adoration. He turns back to the book again, "'I fear no fate For you are my fate, my sweet. I want no world for beautiful you are my world, my true and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you.'" Namjoon looks down at you again.

You felt your eyes starting to water, "It's beautiful."

"There's more," Namjoon chuckles, removing his hand from your hair to wipe a stray tear rolling on your cheek. His thumb runs over your cheek again before looking back to the book, you watched him with more tears threatening to fall, "'Here is the deepest secret nobody knows: here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart.'" Namjoon dogeared the corner, setting the book down, "'I carry your heart. I carry it in my heart.'"

You feel the corners of your mouth turn upwards and the tears start spilling over, "Who wrote that one?" You twisted the blanket under your fingers nervously.

A smile graced Namjoon's lips softly, "It's called 'I carry your heart with me (I carry it in)'," He takes his free hand reaching for one of yours, "It's by E.E Cummings."

"It's beautiful," You smiled, fiddling with his fingers between yours, "I like that one."

"It's one of my favorites," His smile deepens, "I always think about you when I read it." His fingers are still playing with your hair while his other hand is tangled in your smaller hands.

"I love you, Namjoon." You whispered, finally just holding his hand, not playing with his fingers anymore, bringing his hand to rest on your chest. You lean your head down, pressing your lips to his knuckles.

Namjoon's other hand stops running through your hair momentarily, "And I love you ______."

You just smiled, feeling the crisp spring air waving over you both, "I want to freeze these moments," You shut your eyes and basked at the moment, "I don't ever want this moment to end."

"I know," Namjoon's voice was soft, you peeled your eyes open and smiled at the sight of him, he was smiling with his eyes shut, leaning his head back against the tree. His dimples were showing on both sides, making you smile wider. Namjoon peers down his nose at you, "What are you looking at?"

"I told you," You giggled, "I'm looking at my handsome boyfriend." You took your hand out of his and placed it on his cheek, pressing your thumb into his dimple.

Namjoon takes a hand and places it over yours on his cheek, "You're the most beautiful girl in the world."

"Namjoon..." You said his name slowly because in your opinion there was nothing sweeter than the way it rolled off my tongue, "You have my heart forever."

"_____..." He pulls his hand off my cheek, moving to kiss your knuckles, "I carry your heart with me, I carry it in my heart."

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After Practice | Calum Hood | Mature

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader (friends with benefits)

Warnings: swearing, blowjobs, masturbation, praise kink, degradation

Word count: 1695 words

The door slams shut and echo through the house. The only sounds that can be heard in the house are his footsteps stomping through the house, his grumbling, and Duke’s quiet barks. Calum trudges through the house with his soccer duffle slung over his shoulder, heading to Duke’s crate to let him out. There weren't many drawbacks of being a professional soccer player, he has a nice big house, a great dog, his dream job, and the money to buy anything he ever wanted. However one of the biggest drawbacks is he is perpetually alone. It wasn’t by choice because of course he had girlfriends or others he was interested in but things were always complicated with his job, the schedule, and traveling. He got to the crate where Duke was, whining and wagging his tail.

“Hey, buddy,” Calum coos at the dog as he kneels in front of the crate, “Missed you.” He laughs as he lets the dog out of the crate. Duke runs straight for the dog door making Calum break his scowl for a quick laugh. Calum shakes his head as he turns on his heels heading up the stairs then down the hall. He gets to the master bedroom and opens the door quickly. As soon as he steps into the room, Calum drops the duffle in the corner, a corner he long designated his soccer corner. He was pissed today was a tough practice, the coach had them running harder drills, faster plays and was on Calum about every little mistake today which was bothering him. Calum has always held himself to the highest of standards when it came to soccer, so he didn’t the coaches harping on him bother him outwardly, on the inside he was fuming though. He kicked his trainers off on top of the duffle and went to the bathroom. Calum sets his phone onto the counter beside the sink. Then he looked at himself in the mirror before sighing and running a hand through his hair. He looked beat up, soccer had been taking a lot out of him recently, and being the captain of a professional team was really starting to eat him away. He was barely sleeping or relaxing, all his time was spent training. Calum turned to the shower, one of the best things in this house. It was one of the things that confused him at first was why someone would need such a large space, the shower was bigger than his entire bathroom in his childhood home but now it was easily one of his favorite places in the entire house. The shower was lit by overhead lights and surrounded by black tile and glass walls. He turned on the shower, waiting for it to warm up.

Calum turned back to the mirror to undress. He peeled the team warm-ups off slowly, throwing them into the hamper beside the shower. Next, he took off the practice uniform, leaving himself in nothing but his boxers. Calum stretched upwards, the sports tape on his hip was beginning to peel at the motion. Calum stripped completely and chucked the remaining clothing into the bin, stretching again. His fingers traced down his hip bone, finding the peeled-up edge of the tape, rolling it off his skin, leaving a red mark in its wake before crumpling it, leaving it on the counter, deciding it’s a problem for later. The room was steaming up much more so he decided it was time to hop in. He slides the glass open slowly before stepping in. He was hoping the shower would relieve some tension. He got in and rolled his head around, the curls wetting down to his head as the water rolled down his tanned muscles. He runs his hands through his hair while washing it. Calum’s hands ran over the smooth expanse of his muscles, trying to rub the muscles to relieve any tension he could.

After a few moments some of the tension had disappeared but not all of it, “Fuck…” He groans in irritation as his hand runs down his stomach, coming down to grip his cock. He figured it may be worth a shot to try to relax a little more. He starts to run his hand up and down his cock gripping firmly. He quickened his pace, trying to get this over with. It wasn’t the fact that Calum was embarrassed about jacking off but he just didn’t like to take longer than necessary. His head falls back and the water drops down his face as he continues to go faster. His mind was wandering trying to think of what would help him finish the job. His mind wanders to you, his casual hookup, an arrangement that perfectly suited both of you. You were too busy and so was Calum for a real relationship so you two would hook up occasionally to keep your needs taken care of. Calum stops stroking his cock, letting his hardened member fall out of his hand. None of his ministrations were doing enough to get him to release, only making him more frustrated, “Are you fucking kidding me?” He huffs to himself, trying to muster up any thought that could help him. He tries to think back to the last time you had seen each other, it must have been close to two months since you’ve seen each other. Calum sighs, “How could it have been so long?” He wonders to himself. Calum turns and shuts the water off, walking out of the shower, shaking his head like a dog to dry his hair. He turns the towel rack, picking up a towel to wrap a towel around his waist. He steps over in front of the mirror, picking up his phone, starting to text quickly.

FROM CALUM: How fast can you get over here?

TO CALUM: Hello to you too…

FROM CALUM: I’m serious.

TO CALUM: I’m busy.

FROM CALUM: Well get not busy.

TO CALUM: Fine. 10 minutes.

Calum would normally feel bad about being so demanding with you but after the day he’s had he couldn’t care less. He also knew that you would never say no to him. Something about him was always so hard to say no to. He walks out of the bathroom, setting the phone onto the bedside table before collapsing on the bed, his hair drips a little on his bed. He sighs and lays on the bed waiting. He didn’t have to worry about you getting past the gate of the neighborhood or even into the house. The gate code and a spare key was something he gave you a long time ago so he had no worries about you being able to get into his house. Calum laid on there patiently waiting, wondering what the hell was taking you so long.

“Calum?” You called out.

“Back here.” He called sitting up, leaning back on his palms. He could hear your feet coming up the stairs. You opened the door to the most amazing sight you’ve seen in a while. Calum sat on the edge of the bed and you couldn’t help but stare, “Are you going just fucking stand there?” He snapped.

You came further into the room, still acting shy as you did so. He hated when you acted and so mousy like this because he knew you better than that, “You’re pissy.” You laughed a little.

“Yeah, today sucked.” He huffed, standing up facing you, he towered over you slightly.

“Tough practice?” You questioned, stepping closer so that you’re pressed chest to chest.

Calum nods before he sets a hand on your shoulder. “So down on your knees baby,” He pushes you down to your knees, “Now suck.”

You dropped to your knees without a moment of hesitation. You pulled the towel down to expose his muscular thighs and his prominent cock waiting to be touched. You stared for a moment, “Oh wow.” You eagerly wrapped your hand around the base of his cock and planted kisses around the length.

“You really are such a whore aren’t you?” He laughs, “You drove over here at my request and now you look at you, on your knees so desperate for my cock.”

You nod, “I am, I really am.” You opened your mouth and slowly took the length in, letting your hands leave his cock and rest on the sides of his thighs, as you increase your pace.

Calum’s hand was quick to come down and wrap your hair around his hand, “That’s right baby. You are my little whore, my little plaything. I could call you at any time and you would come, wouldn't you?” You hummed as you worked your mouth up and down the length. You moved down his length until your nose was at his pubic bone and you were gagging around him, “Fuck you always take my dick so well.” Calum’s hand in your hair pulls you back off of him, “So fucking well.” He praises you as you looked up at him before thrusting back into your mouth. Your hands come up and dig your fingers into his thighs as your throat tightens around him again. You quicken your pace as Calum’s moans got louder. You peered up at him through your eyelashes to see his head thrown back in pleasure. You swirl your tongue around the tip as his grip tightened on your hair, “So close baby,” He sighs, “Stop let me paint your face.” His tone was breathless as you pulled off, a string of saliva connecting the tip to your lips. Your left hand came off his thigh, reaching up to grip the base before jerking it aggressively, “Please Calum…” You were begging him to finish at this point, you were so desperate to get him off. You continued to whine and beg, so desperate for him to cum. Only a moment later, white spurts of cum painted your face.

Calum’s chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath, “Good job baby,” He releases your hair, “But how about you bend over the edge of the bed so I can reward you baby.”

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Soccer Calum Blurbs

These blurbs are all the same relationship, it’s your best friend Calum, who is a professional soccer player and you two occasionally hook up.

- After Practice (MATURE)

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Sofa | Kim Taehyung

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader (established relationship)

Word count: 952 words

We can go where you want Say the word, and I'll take ya But I'd rather stay on the sofa

This one is inspired by the song, Sofa by Ed Sheeran

Loving Kim Taehyung was the easiest and most natural thing you've ever felt, despite the schedules, the nights apart, time differences, and all the hectic moments. Besides that everything with him is a dream.

You roll around on the couch to face the sleeping boy that is laying behind you. He feels you stir and pries his eyes open, “You okay baby?” He yawns and looks down at you with a puzzled look, probably wondering why you were interrupting his nap after demanding he took one after coming home from an early meeting this morning or wondering why after hours you’re just now getting antsy. He was quiet since he came home and it was worrying you since he is normally energetic, talkative, and overly affectionate.

"Tae," You look up to his eyes, "What do you want to do today?"

His eyes locked in mine and with his half-asleep voice, "I wanna be with you." He answers before pressing his nose further into your hair.

You roll your eyes and giggle as he nuzzles further into you, "Well," You pull yourself away from him to lean up and kiss his cheek, "Besides that? What do you want to do?"

"What do you mean?" He looks confused, a hand coming up to brush your hair out of your face with his palm resting on the apple of your cheek, "I want to be with you."

You laugh at his answer before shimmying loose from his grip. You pull out of his arms and stand in front of him on the couch, "There are so many things to do," You stretch my arms out, "I feel like we always do what I want when you have a day off. So what do you want to do?"

"What do you have in mind?" Taehyung moves to sit up on the sofa, eyes still locked with yours.

"It's your choice! Anything you want Tae!" You place your hands on his knees and bend to his eye level with a big grin.

Taehyung rolls his eyes a bit, "Why do I have to pick?"

"I always pick," You pout and he cocks his head, clearly confused on why it matters so much what you do today, "We always go where I want or stay home when I want. It's not fair, it's your turn."

Taehyung’s hands slide up your arms and grab your biceps, leaving your hands still perched on his knees. In a swift movement, he pulls your lips against his. He pulls you in by your arms so that you’re closer to him. You moved your hands from his knees to his chest to prevent you from completely falling into him, even though you had already partially fallen into his lap. You two break apart and you smile wide, Taehyung smiles slightly. You carefully move to sit on his left leg while wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands both move to grip your skin softly, one on your waist and the other in your lap.

"I want to be with you," Taehyung lets out a breathy laugh as he buries his head into your neck again like it was the only place he wanted to be, "I don't care what we do."

You pressed your lips to his temple softly, "Pick anything." You begged as you pulled away.

"I don't care what we do," Tae murmurs into your neck, once again.

"Kim Taehyung," Your voice turns serious, "Are you bored with me?" You shift nervously, afraid that he was embarrassed by you or bored of you.

He pulls his head from your neck, “What?” He seemed shocked by the question but it had been bugging you because for the last few weeks he decided to let you choose everything you two had done. It felt off and like he was bored with you.

“Are you bored with me? Is that why you never worry about what we do anymore?”

"I would never be." His tone only lightens slightly, “Baby…” He trailed off, hand coming up to run through the side of your hair.

"You just seem uninterested." You whispered kinda nervously. Even in times when you start to overthink, Taehyung is always patient. He just lets you talk it out, even if he doesn’t say anything you always work it out. Your hand comes up to cup his which was resting on your cheek.

You felt him freeze under your touch, "I am not uninterested," He pulled his hand from under yours and brought it down to pinch your chin, "I just don't care what we do today."

“So you aren’t bored of me?” You ask, biting your lip nervously.

“Not one bit,” He grins, placing his forehead on yours, “I don’t care what we do, I promise.”

You roll your eyes a bit with a chuckle, "I just feel bad because I always pick what we do, and a lot of the time I just wanna stay home. I feel like there's probably a lot of stuff you want to do but instead, we sit here on the sofa watching reruns." You pout as his thumb runs over your bottom lip that was quivering like you were about to cry which you hadn’t even noticed.

Taehyung’s hand on your waist squeezes comfortingly, "Who said that you're the only one that enjoys staying here? I love watching these reruns with you."

"I feel like it just bores you."

His hand that was on your chin moves you in, connecting his lips to yours. When your lips are disconnected he keeps his grip on your jaw, "I am never bored when I'm with you, I just want to be here with you."

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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