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Sweet Dreams--Part 8
Calum and you have dance around reality for a few months now. But after Calum leaves and returns from a trip, the reality has to be confronted.
Weeks are passing and maybe more is blooming between you and Calum than might meet the eye.
Prince!Calum x Reader Insert.
CW: Smut across the series. Mentions of parental neglect, and alcohol abuse across the series as well.
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It’s a nerve wracking call, only because you’re sure Turner’s going to laugh. You’re sure she’s going to tell you that you’re probably overreacting. But you want to at least look Calum in the eye and tell him the truth, that you did call at the very least. So you hold the phone as it rings against your ear. You don’t even know what you’re going to say, how you’re going to breach the topic but you’re hoping that it’s not terrible.
“Thank you for calling Forest, how can I help?”
“Hi, I’m calling trying to get in contact with Turner. Is she available by chance?”
“Oh, uh, one second. I believe so.”
The rustling carries on. You can hear the chatter of patrons and servers alike mingling in the background. Dropping your head against the door, you wait with a thundering heart. Perhaps lightning could strike you and save you from your own anxiety and from the potentially embarrassing moment. But you doubt that the world would be that kind to you.
“Turner speaking.”
“Hi, Turner,” you greet, picking your head up sharply. You feel a small tweak run up the back of your neck at such a sharp movement. At the supply of your name in return from Turner’s greeting, you pause. How are you going to ask this?
“Is everything alright?” Turner asks in the silence.
“I think so. I-I’m calling because my boyfriend’s let me know about some photos that have surfaced of the two of us on a date. And I-I guess I’m calling to help placate his worry that it’s going to impact my ability to start with Forest.”
There’s a soft chuckle that echoes from the receiver. “Oh, no need to worry here. Not about that--what you decide to do on your own private time is truly none of our business. Of course, should you start working here, and feel that patrons or even staff are pressing hard on that boundary or things get out of control due to your relationship with the Prince, do let me know.”
There’s an exhale, you can feel it pressing at your shoulders. But you hold the wince at her words of ‘the Prince’. “I take it you already knew?”
“It may have come up in discussions during the hiring process and the impacts to you and the business. But I remain steadfast in the decision to add you to the Forest family.”
“Thank you, Turner. I appreciate it. Should anything get too out of hand, I’ll definitely let you know.”
“You are the second person to call today though, about your start here, at Forest. Seems like you are adored mightily.”
“The second?” you question. Calum promised he wouldn’t do anything else behind your back, that he’d only help when you asked him to help you.
“Your current boss thinks highly of you, dear. Is there anything else I can help with by chance? We’ll talk more about where you’re comfortable once you’re trained up on the line. Should you get to the floor and it gets bad, we’ll do what we can to accommodate you. But I think it might be best not to worry about the shadows we can’t see.”
You nod, finally letting the exhale push out from your nose. “Yeah, that sounds good. Thanks again, Turner. Hope the rest of today is good for you.”
“Thank you. Same to you. We’ll chat again on your first day.”
The call ends, a three tone beep letting you know that the other end has disconnected. Part of you wonders what Janet would’ve called about, what she might’ve had to say, but asking feels like too much of an overstep. Whatever Janet had to say didn’t appear to be bad, or you think Turner’s choice in words would’ve been different. Though it would be easy to ask Janet about the contents of the conversation, you don’t think it’s worth pushing. If Janet wanted you to know, she’d tell you. If Turner wanted to divulge more, you think she, too, would’ve given more. So you leave it where it is, lay it to rest there in the single sentence Turner gave you.
You’ve got one week left. A week left and then there won’t be any more night shifts for you. A week left taking breakfast orders between batches of biscuits. A week left of whatever it is that you and your coworkers have fallen into--Calum called it family. Said you were allowed to call them friends. But worry is a loud beast. Wouldn’t it all feel way too awkward? Wouldn’t it be better if you kept distant? Yet, you can’t help but wonder who else will tease like Declan, or Yvonne, or Crypus do. Who else is going to look out for Val? Who else is going to keep Janet from going insane with scheduling issues?
There’s no staying though. You know you can’t stay, not for what you want. Someway, they’ll take care of each other. It is your prayer, your hope. As you slip your phone back into your pocket and play with the ring of keys in your hand, you hope that they always find a way to take care of each other long after you’re gone.
“Groceries won’t get themselves,” you whisper to yourself.
It’s so strange, that the world keeps turning. The creak of your bedroom door closing behind you is faint--so much so, that you’re not sure if you actually heard it or if you’ve imagined it given all the other times you’ve heard the sound. Above the living room, you can hear the steps of Josie. You think it’s her day off from work, but you’re not entirely sure about that. She could’ve gone out earlier before you got up and come back. In the hallway, you know the breeze will be starting to stiffen. You suspect you might even find the neighborhood cat curled up on a step trying to soak up the last of the sun’s warmth.
And yet everything just keeps going around and around. You along with it. The way it’ll always be you’re sure.
The cat hardly looks up at you as you pass it. The bowl of water is full. There’s pieces of food in the corners and you wonder if someone recently left some behind. But you make a note to add at least a can or two of food to your grocery list. It won’t hurt to have the extra for when the bowl empties. The wooden stairs creak under your weight but carry you steadily down.
Everything keeps turning--round and round. The aisles are bright. The teenager who checks you out looks bored as they scan bread, meat, the fruits, vegetables, and even the snacks. They don’t blink at the cat food you’ve put on the conveyor belt either. There’s some solace, you think, as you carry your bags back to the car, that at least there’s some normalcy. When you return, you expect that the cat’s long gone. You expect that you’ve bought just a hair more than your portion of the fridge can handle and will need to hurriedly eat something to make it all fit. It’s like clockwork as you snack on the page of baby carrots that are the culprit this grocery trip.
Your phone chimes from the counter; you watch it light up as you work on getting the box of corn dogs that you shouldn’t have bought but did so anyway into the freezer. Your first instinct is that it’s Calum. He knows your schedule just like you do. But with the box snugly fit into the freezer, you lift it to find a message from Cyprus. You’d given your number to her should she need you to cover a shift. No one had yet to contact you outside of job needs. Until now.
Wednesday. 7:30 PM. Vivant Pub. There will be no ifs, no ands, no buts.
What if I have ifs, ands, and buts? you respond but make sure to add a reminder to your calendar. You work that Tuesday, but don’t not Wednesday night.
You better leave them at your house, Cyprus answers.
Your fingers hover over your keys. You want to ask what this is about. You knew the group got together occasionally for drinks or lunch, but those gatherings were always planned aloud in the kitchen with everyone bustling in and out to set tables or clock in and out of their shift. You have never been able to attend given the way your schedule falls. And if you had been able, you usually declined to get more sleep in your day.
Who else is coming? you ask in return. Declan’s on my shit list as you know.
It’s a small get together. You can’t use catching up on sleep as an excuse though. Declan knows he’s supposed to behave. Or I’ll unleash hell on him.
Vivant’s kind of far out though. Wouldn’t Tootsie’s be closer? Vivant is a bar forty minutes out--about three cities over. It’s not classier than Tootsie's in the sense that Vivant still serves a similar menu to Tootsie's; it’s just newer. They’re able to pull in more live events and host theme nights as a way to garner patrons. It’s upscale in a way that no pub really ought to be, but it makes sense for the town it’s in. You’d heard about it opening earlier in the summer, but hadn’t given it much thought given the options around town.
I mean it is, but I’ve never been to Vivant. So, you’re coming with me. Done deal.
You could tell her that you still need to meet with your siblings and see if there’s anything they need for back to school. You could tell her a thousand things to get out of it. Yet the echo of Calum’s word rings: They’re your friends. So you don’t tell Cyprus that you’ve got other things you have your agenda. You don’t tell Cyprus that she really knows how to drop an invite. You don’t tell her that you’ve got worry in your stomach like lead about leaving or about moving on from their community and how you don’t want to make things awkward when you leave the job, but aren’t really gone.
Instead you type back two words: Done deal.
The conversation lies there, with agreement, well after you call Calum back to update him about the conversation with Turner. The agreement you’ve made with Cyprus closes on those two words. Because maybe you all are dysfunctional, and maybe you all are also family in the way you never noticed it until it was time to leave it.
When Wednesday rolls around, you find yourself staring up at the ceiling of your room. Though Calum had asked if you were going to stay, you declined. He had plans for the evening anyway, and you didn’t want to be in that castle with nothing to do. Though you knew Calum was working on the shed for you in the garden, it was still not done. There’d been some big questions about getting the unit powered, whether a line could split off from the main building and what would that mean in terms of extending the timeline. And even if you did decide that you’d wait around in Calum’s room, he’d only be there for an hour or two max after you woke up before having to leave for his plans.
The evening sun is lower than before; you can tell by the shadows. The first sign that summer had been pushed out. Fall was creeping in and would consume the heat and bright sun in just another couple weeks. You didn’t mind the crisper evenings or the brisk mornings. Summer’s heat clung to you, like children begging for candy in a grocery store. Fall feels like an opening, a rush of something that’s not come but on the way. Fall feels like promise.
“Why aren’t you here?” Charlie asks over the phone. After eating and getting dressed, you called after Charlie and Teagan’s dinner. You wanted to make the most of the time you did have before needing to head out to Vivant’s. Though, you preferred to meet Charlie and Teagan in person for back to school stuff, you wouldn’t be able to make that drive, see them, and get out on time.
“Some friends asked me to go out with them.”
“But you always make our list together,” Charlie comments.
“I’ll be back Friday to finish it in person, Charlie. Just be thinking about it, okay? Like if you need a new backpack or a new pencil holder. Just think about it.”
“Oh, okay.” You’re not sure if the answer has totally placated him, but he seems to get it in the interim.
“I want socks,” Teagan interjects. “With the lace on them. I saw a girl wear them today and they’re so cute!”
You snort. You’re glad Teagan’s not asking for anything outlandish and that she seems unphased by the slight change in the normal routine. She’s always had a more level head, but you know that at the end of the day she is still a kid. You always want her to be a kid. So lace socks it will be. “Got it, Teag.”
“Oh! Our uniforms changed colors this year,” Charlie interjects with enthusiasm.
“Did they? What color are they now?” you ask and it launches Charlie into a discussion about how the grade levels get a different school color to denote their grade. Charlie’s traded in pale blue for purple this year. You whistle at the upgrade, even though you knew his uniform would change colors. Teagan grumbles that she’s still stuck in white and how it’s not fair that her color is boring.
“You’ll get a new exciting color soon,” you state as comfort.
“Yeah, I will. Just sucks right now,” Teagan comments. “Charlie, that’s gross!”
“I had a booger,” Charlie returns.
“Get a tissue then! Ew. Give me the phone. You need to wash your hands now.”
The good thing about Charlie and Teagan is that there is no dull moment. There's a shuffle of the phone before Teagan’s voice floats through again. “You promise to get us Friday?” she asks. Her voice is soft.
Your heart thunders at the sound of her question. What happened? You don’t want to think the worst. You keep telling yourself not to think the worst. Thinking the worst is only going to serve bigger problems.
“Is something wrong?” you ask. Your mouth is dry as the words form.
“Just--just promise you’ll get us Friday.”
“I will. I promise. Teagan if anything is going on, you can tell me, you know that right?” Please just tell me, you beg internally.
“I know.”
You worry about the sigh. You worry that if you push her too hard she’ll clam up on you, shut you out entirely. “We can go anywhere you want Friday, okay? Anywhere.”
“Just want to see you,” Teagan responds.
“Hands are clean!” Charlie announces as he gets closer to the phone. Teagan’s plea gets lost in Charlie’s new demand that he get cool tie dye socks. It takes every ounce of pressure to keep your mouth shut. The muscle in your jaw twitches. It’s not the time for tie dye socks, but Charlie goes on and on and Teagan laughs. The window’s closed, the moment gone now. You can’t push her even if you want to. Even if it burns the tip of your tongue. So you let Charlie rant on about the socks.
You know colors are well outside of the regulation for the school uniforms but that’s a problem for Diana and Melvin. You’re getting him the tie dye socks at the end of the day. You talk for another twenty minutes before you have to get off the phone--most of the conversation revolves around their days at school. You listen intently to the way Teagan speaks though. She’s getting along with her friends and so far has not had any issues with the teachers. It still doesn’t leave you as you hang up about her soft plea that you pick them up Friday. That she needed to hear your promise.
“Just let them be okay,” you whisper to the silence of your car. You just need them to be okay.
Vivant is more packed than anticipated. The parking lot looks like it could spill over at any second, cars pulled and backed down the aisles. You circle through the four lanes and manage to catch a space between two SUV’s. It looks like a close call, but street parking is on a meter, which you know will be a pain to monitor--sober or drunk. So you make the spot work and carry on towards the door. The music is spilling out from the inside of the pub, thanks to the outdoor patio. People stand outside, drinks in hand as well.
You hate to admit that it is a nicer appearing place than Tootsie’s as you step through the door. It’s not as crowded inside as the outside appears to be. Not at the front, but as you push through the initial thin crowd and move deeper, you see the bodies lined at the bar. It looks like most people are still getting the night started. You peer around, trying to see if you can spot Cyprus or Declan, since they’re the only two you know that are going to be there. But so far, you’re coming up empty handed.
Your phone shakes from your pocket and you take a moment to pull it out. Back patio, near the fire pits. It’s from Cyprus. A picture follows it up of her and Declan, grinning hard into the camera. We may have gotten started without you. Sorry!
Typical, you send back but smile at the thought of them apologetic about already being a drink in or so. Grabbing a drink, be out soon. You settle in at the bar at a clear corner. There’s two bartenders working. One that looks a little bit older than the other. The younger one slides to you almost immediately after you press into the wooden counter. “What can I get you started with?”
“What’s on draft?” you ask. With the options listed off and your ID checked, you settle on Guinness.
“Opening or closing that tab?”
“Closing,” you answer.
“You got it. Thanks for making our lives easier,” the man laughs. His curls are wild around his face, resting against his shoulders. A scrunchie lives on his wrist but it seems to be more decorative as he never reaches for it to secure up his hair. Though, you wonder if the black velvet with what looks like stars on it might be indicative that the scrunchie was gifted by someone important.
“Any time,” you return, singing the receipt. “Best of luck out there.” You tip the glass to the people still pouring around the bar.
“We accept cash, cards, and prayers,” he snorts before tapping onto the bar and moving on.
You push on through the thickening crowd until you’re deep at the doors that lead outside. The rush of warmth and the breeze mix as you push open the doors. To your right there’s a hodgepodge of people clustered together. No one you recognize but before you can even fully look left a cheer erupts. You catch your name in the mix, spinning and there--a good fourth if not half of the kitchen staff are bundled up on the left side of the patio, surrounding two fire pits. There are balloons, a set that says congrats, tied to a pole. They bump into each other with another slight breeze.
Cyprus reaches first you first, grabbing your arm to bring you closer. “Don’t act so shocked,” she laughs.
You watch the crowd, here assembled for you. “I-I am shocked,” you return. There’s a mix of emotions--joy to see all these folks rallying for you specifically. But you can see just under that is the sadness of knowing you’re leaving. Friday’s the last day for you; the end of the era. You’d pulled out all the chef’s coats already, washed and pressed the ones that you plan to turn in tomorrow. Janet’s let you have until Monday to turn in everything.
But there’s that crowd--smiling and cheering at your entrance. There’s Cyprus pulling you in and and in. You’re buried in hugs. Declan wraps you up first, arms swaddling you. “I’m going to miss you. Even if you were a stick in the mud sometimes,” he teases.
“I’ll still be around to be a stick in the mud,” you laugh. “But I’m going to miss you too.”
Yvonne catches you next. Her arms rubbing over your back. “It doesn’t feel real,” she whispers. “I’m happy for you though. So happy for you.”
You’re shuffled from person to person, hugs and congratulations given the entire way. In the back though, you spy Calum. The baseball cap and sunglasses do well to keep his identity concealed to the outside, but you watch the way he watches you. The squish of his cheeks as he laughs along with Delcan about something that’s been said, but his gaze doesn’t fall from you for too long. You feel it, even through the cotton of your shirt. Calum’s adorned in a green flannel open over a black tank. It’s the most casual you’ve seen him in a while. He looks good, like he could fit in with the crowd around him.
Val’s the last person before you reach him. Her hug is shorter though as she pulls back, she punches at your bicep. “I’ll be taking your spot. Still not going to give up that biscuit recipe?”
You laugh. “Family secret. Haven’t heard back about a secret brother though, so I fear your chances are growing slimmer for a sequel.”
“I’ll take a sister too,” Val snorts. She pats the spot she hit and then nods over her shoulder. It’s always obvious, you know. The way you and Calum are always pulled in close to each other, without thought. It’s easy. It feels right to keep close when he’s around.
You roll your eyes, but walk on until you’re just a couple steps from Calum. Declan clocks your approach and pats Calum’s shoulder before stepping away. A declaration of needing another drink is his departure from the group. “You said you had plans,” you comment around a sip of your drink.
“They fell through,” Calum returns with a grin.
“Nice of you to take the time to join.” You take another step closer. The fire pits aren’t on, not yet this early in the season. It’s not cold enough yet. You give it another few weeks and they’ll be on in full force. Even still, Calum’s warmth radiates. You feel drawn into it like a moth to a light. You want to chase it and have it bathe your skin eternally.
“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” Calum sets his bottle down, the Corona seemingly not interesting anymore. His embrace is tight. His cologne filters into nose as you wrap your arms around him too.
Calum presses a kiss to your temple as he pulls away. The brim of the hat bumps you just a little with the action. “Don’t let me hog you though. You’re the person of the hour. I’ll be here.”
“Awkward?” you ask, eyes trailing down to his lips. It’s a brief look before you look back up at his face.
“No, they’re cool. I’m cool. But I know this is your time, so I’m just being mindful of that.”
“I appreciate that. Can I kiss you? Before I romp around.” It’s public, you know. But the desire stirs in the pit of your stomach and it’s crazy to think that the slight dampness from his drink makes the pink tint of his lips that more alluring.
His palm is warm on your cheek. “You don’t really have to ask, baby. Of course.”
The press is soft--the taste of his beer coating his lips. You know your lips are bitter too. But you revel in the embrace. Calum’s grin brightens his face as you pull away. “Love you,” he whispers.
“Love you,” you return just as softly. There’s part of you that waits for the teases, a whistle or comment. But there’s nothing but chatter around you.
As you’re reabsorbed back into the crowd, you get circled. Declan starts the chain--a retelling of all the work stories they have about you. The first time you showed up on the job felt rather boring to you. You’d put in the code to get through the gate, walked into the kitchen, and noticed a note from Janet about the times that you needed to be mindful of. She’d compiled a list of the normal breakfast that everyone had. You stared at the list, memorizing it and then out of boredom dug out what you needed to make biscuits. The door opened to the kitchen in a rush as you pulled the second batch of biscuits out and there Declan stood, sniffing like a dog chasing a scent. When he asked if he could try one, you shrugged and quipped back, I’m sure you could. But if that’s asking for permission, we should try again. Declan howls even as he retells it, how he’d been so shocked at your dry wit, but that he knew from that day on that he’d always like you. That Declan knew you’d be someone special--even if you were a tough nut to crack.
Around and around you hear stories of how touched people were at your effortless grace--how you’d helped Cyprus with her hosting uniform when her hands had been aching and cramping all day. How you’d been the first person to greet Yvonne on her first day--asking her if she’d eaten before arriving and if she needed anything. You’d assured her that the job wasn’t too bad, as long as she could cook and follow directions. The more and more you hear--how you’d helped Kennedy change his flat tire, or sat with Jennifer’s kid when she interviewed--the more you realize that as boring as you called your life you’d been a force of kindness. You’d assumed anyone would’ve done the things you did, but you can see now just how impactful those actions were.
You still want to think that anyone would’ve done those things. You still want to believe that everyone has that same kind of grace. But you realize maybe that it has been something about you. Maybe it’s okay that your life felt boring, and maybe even as shitty of a road it’d been previous, it’d all led to this. To the invisible threads that connected people to each other. One simple act of kindness can be the difference in the universe. It’s all invisible strings around you and you are at the center--tethered to people in ways that felt so mundane to you, but now you realize are much more significant.
“Any stories you want, or can, share?” Declan questions. He looks over to Calum, who’s kept the outskirts as promised. “I think we’re all curious how this came about.”
“Cake,” Calum returns with a laugh.
“Technically, a sandwich,” you correct. “You stumbled into the kitchen drunk one night to make a sandwich and hadn’t seen me.”
Calum snorts at the correction, “And you told me that you could lead a horse quieter through the castle. But then I asked a couple weeks later for their help baking a cake for my mum’s birthday.”
“I still uphold that I could've led a wild horse quieter through the castle than you making that sandwich.”
“If I’m honest, you probably could’ve,” Calum laughs. “But it’s, uh, not scandalous.”
You know how scandalous it actually is; the words exchanged in the heat of the moment, how you two promised to consume each other-- from flesh down to the bones. But you know in reality it was the conversations, how the interest started was the way that Calum wanted to talk to you more and more as the weeks went on. It’s how you wanted to come in earlier to talk to Calum too. The truth, sometimes, is boring. “I liked talking to him,” you confess.
“I liked talking to them,” Calum states. “Didn’t hurt that the cake didn’t turn into a disaster.”
You throw an elbow back just a little to nudge Calum’s rib. “It only didn’t turn into a disaster because I was there, Mister Are-You-Sure-We-Need-Baking-Soda?”
“It was a valid question,” Calum huffs.
“Cakes need to rise.”
“I know that now. Thanks to you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Cyprus fake gags. “I love your love. But speaking of cakes, I do have cupcakes for us to enjoy as well. Please eat them so I do not take them back home. I do not need 2 dozen cupcakes.”
The group migrates over to the boxes, next to the balloons. A few cliques form as people take their respective treats. By the time you get your hands on one, the first dozen and a half is done. You pluck up a vanilla one and get half of it down in one bite. You know the bakery Cyprus got them from, and it’s just as good as you remember them being.
“Need another drink?” Calum asks. You finished yours a bit ago, but hadn’t made moves to go inside for more.
“No, no I’m good. Thank you though.”
“Of course. I’m going to go inside for a second, I’ll be right back. Do you want something else even if it’s not another beer? Soda? Water?”
“Uh, a Coke would be great.” After the taste of the cupcake, you want something sweet.
“A Coke it is.” Calum squeezes your hand before slipping inside of the bar. The conversation surrounding you settles to how kids are doing. You listen to the excitement about teething and first steps, alongside the celebrations of the first couple weeks of school being survived. There’s fear though about children getting sick and bringing it home. Parents swap secrets and tricks to help keep sickness at bay. All of it reminds you of Teagan and Charlie. But specifically the plea Teagan had.
“Baby, you okay?” the question is soft.
As you blink, you realize a cup of fizzing soda is in front of you. You’ve lost track of the time you’d spaced out. “Yeah,” you answer slowly to the voice--Calum’s you’re sure. It’s not that you aren’t okay. You just know that as you answer this, you are opening up to a much deeper line of questioning. Calum won’t let the topic go easily.
“You sure?”
Not answering Calum will cause him to worry. Answering Calum will cause him to worry. There is truly no winning in this regard at all. You’ll be honest though. “Yeah, just. I'm a little worried about Teagan is all.”
“If you need to swing by and see them, I don’t think anyone would mind. But if you want to say, just know I’m here for you.”
“I’m going to see them Friday. I’ll be okay.”
Calum’s hand is warm as it surrounds yours. He squeezes only for a moment or two, but it’s enough that you know he’s there for you. “Do you want to stay? I can fake sick.”
A soft chuckle leaves your throat. You squeeze back at Calum’s hand before threading your fingers through his. “I don’t think you have to go that far. I didn’t expect you to take it easy,” you comment, looking now at the clear glass in Calum’s hand.
“Meetings in the morning, unfortunately. Or else I would’ve gone much harder.”
“Getting older sucks, don’t it?”
“Only a little bit,” Calum laughs. The evening winds down slowly--it starts first with the parents needing to get back to their children, then the people who have morning shifts, and then the people who have respectable bedtimes. You stay behind to help clean up, even though Cyprus and Declan both tell you to leave several times. It’s not a big clean up. Calum takes the last cupcake so they can break down the boxes and toss them into the trash. You unravel the balloons from where they’ve been tied down and tie the bunch around your wrist.
In the walk back to your car, Calum at your side, you pause to watch Declan and Cyprus head to their respective cars. There’s laughter between them, you hear it echoing against the night. You hope not to forget that sound.
“You’re somber,” Calum notes, paused behind you.
“I’ve never had people care about me leaving a job like this before. I mean sure, Ms. Shirley was sad to see me go, but she knew that I wouldn’t be there forever.”
“It’s like I said before. They’re your friends, baby.”
“I guess I just wish it didn’t take me leaving to realize it.”
“Well, you still got time to make it work, baby. You’ve still got time.”
Time is such a funny word and concept. The seconds pass in the blink of an eye. The minutes fall like sand. The hours move like a breeze. You know it’s there and then it’s gone. You’ll never be able to catch it.
“Thanks for coming to this,” you return, facing Calum again. “I appreciate it.”
“Of course, you’re welcome.” His smile is soft and the two of you start back to your car. “Do you want to come back to my place or head home?”
“I’ve got to get some stuff sorted for Friday, so I’m going to head home. But I will be free until Monday.” You think there’s a dinner happening on Friday. Calum hadn’t given too many details about it, but it was something he needed to attend from what you were told.
“Saturday then? I’m still ironing out details with some friends for drinks in the evening, and would love to have you along.”
“Friends or the boys?” you ask. It’s a small tease as you do know that there is a collection of three other guys Calum’s especially close too. You’d yet to meet them. Your schedule being the most unforgiving at the time.
“Drinks with the boys, yes,” Calum laughs. “But I mean it. I’d love for you to join. IF you can of course after you see Teagan and Charlie.”
Calum offers it tenderly, like he might be scared that you won’t believe him. You do though. As much as you had on your plate, there’s always a sense of calm when Calum’s around. A little bit of separation--you know that life won’t stop spinning for you, but when you can steal moments away with Calum it feels like life is stopping. You feel like you can soak it all up.
“It’s a date, then. With all of them, specifically.”
Calum’s kiss to the back of your hand is quick as you’re paused outside the driver side door. “Silly, silly goose. But I’m happy you can join. Text me when you get home, yeah?”
“Always.”
“I’ll let you know when I get home too,” Calum assures.
“Promise?” you tease.
“Always,” he grins.
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The curtains flutter as you pull to a complete stop outside the house. The engine is still knocking gently as the door flies open. Teagan’s figure stands in the now empty doorway. Behind her, you spot Melvin who’s pushing up from the stairs. “Teagan, sweetheart, please wait for a knock next time. We need to make sure you stay safe,” Melvin laughs.
Charlie is slow around the bend, his smile bright as he looks at you. You smile over to him, but quickly turn back to Teagan. She looks normal--a bounce to her as she waits. Maybe it was all a fluke. Maybe it was just the nerves about going back to school after the summer. “Hi, Teag,” you greet once you’re up the short set of stairs.
She greets you with a hug, arms wrapping around your legs. “Missed you.”
“I’m here now, Teag. I’m here now. Ready to go to the toy store?”
“Born ready!”
There’s still a small battle with jackets, light for the evening, but still necessary as you hear Diana gather Teagan and Charlie to take a pick from the ones in the hall closet. But once they’re layered up, you take a hand of theirs each and start back down the steps. Teagan’s in first and slides all the way to the passenger side of the back seat. Charlie climbs in second. They make quick work of getting buckled in, but the entire time there’s a prickle--the eyes of Diana boring holes into you.
“Have we thought about anything else needed for school?” you ask, reversing out of the driveway.
“Just the socks,” Charlie answers. “You’ve got everything else. Or at least I do.”
“Fair enough. Anything for you Teag?”
“Not at the moment.”
“Just give a call if you need anything.” You hope Charlie still has the piece of paper you gave him with your number on it.
“When do you start your new job?” Charlie asks.
“Monday. I start it on Monday.”
“Scared?”
You hum at the question. Maybe to you starting something new isn’t all that new to you. You’ve started over and over before. This is just another one of those times. “Not scared. But I think I am nervous about not embarrassing myself on the first day,” you laugh.
“You’ll do great,” he reassures. “You’re already pretty awesome.”
“Thanks, Charlie.”
At a red light, you take a glance into the rearview mirror. Teagan’s staring out the window. Charlie’s staring back at you. It’d all look normal if not for the soft echo of Teagan’s plea in your mind. “School’s still going good?” you ask.
It’s only been a couple days, but yet the fear keeps pressing the question. You want it so desperately to just be something with school. The question you keep trying to swallow back, yet keeps pushing to the forefront of your mind is what if your parents have slipped up? What if things are getting bad like they did for you? You’re in no position to take Charlie and Teagan in. You’d do it if necessary. You’d do whatever you needed for them.
Charlie shrugs at the question. “I don’t think I’m going to like my science teacher.”
“Why not?”
“He’s mean. Spits a lot when he talks too.”
You grimace at the mental image; the fury of a red faced man shouting at a group of children, coupled with the globs of spit that fly around him. “I think I should get you a poncho, huh?” Charlie howls at the suggestion. Teagan’s laughter joins in too, much softer than Charlie’s. “What about you Teag?”
“School’s fine; I have friends in most of my classes,” she states.
The conversation falls after that into silence. You have to pay attention to the road. The radio’s playing softly. There’s a hum of the car passing you by and utter dread solidifying in your gut. It’s too big of a leap--one bad mood from Teagan is not enough for you to make this much of a conclusion, but your gut’s sinking and you cannot stop it.
Charlie’s first into the store, tugging you by the arm. But Teagan stays close to you. Where you’re normally fighting to keep an eye on both of them, Charlie’s taking charge and leading the trio of you. Teagan’s hold on your hand is tight. The store itself isn’t too busy. There’s a few families from the looks of it. A father carrying the littlest of the family on his shoulders. A mother carrying her child on her hip. You suspect in the coming weeks though the place will become busier--the closer and closer it goes to Christmas.
Charlie at the helm leads the trio into the section where the Lego sets are. You let go of his hand so that he can navigate a bit more freely. He pauses and picks up various sets, turning to look at the back of the boxes. Teagan shows only vague interest in the few immediately near her. “Don’t you think we should beg Santa for a sister to your unicorn?” you ask Teagan.
She laughs, head shaking as she looks up. “Rosie already takes up my entire bed. No sisters for her.”
You shrug. “Looks like you might just need a bigger bed then. It’s the only real solution here.”
“Look! They have Star Wars!” Charlie shouts. He’s only at the end of the aisle, and you look up to see the set in his hands. You think you make out one of the ships from the series, but you wouldn’t be able to place it exactly. “It’s a republic ship, but it’s still cool!”
“Oh don’t tell me you’re going to the dark side, Charlie. I’d hate to fight my own brother, but will if I must,” you return.
“No, no dark side. Not yet anyways,” Charlie tacks on with a dark cackle. He places the box back and turns to look at the items behind him.
With only a soft tuft of laughter, you look back to Teagan. She’s wrapped herself around your forearm now, clinging to you but uninterested in the items around her.
“What was it like with Mom and Dad before?” Teagan asks as the two of you follow behind Charlie to the train sets.
“What do you mean?” you ask.
“You said that they didn’t tuck you in and that you didn’t get bedtime stories. But we do get that. So what was it like before?”
It’s not fair. You know that. Teagan’s asking you a genuine question but you don’t want to taint the view they have of Diana and Melvin. They’re much too young; they’ve had a good childhood. But that lead in your stomach grows heavier. The very suspicion you’d prayed was wrong creeps back up. It burns your throat like bile as your body grows hot. Please let me be wrong.
“Has something changed?” you ask in return.
“You’re avoiding my question.”
“And you’re avoiding mine. So I guess we know where the other got it from. Teag, has something changed?”
“I wasn’t supposed to be up.” The start of her sentence comes out soft, reminiscent of the first snowflake that falls. You hope it’s not the calm before the blizzard. You still hope that maybe Teagan overhead something and is misconstruing it. She is only a child. There’s so much she doesn’t understand; there’s still so much the world hasn’t done to her yet. You want her to stay that way. It won’t be forever. No one gets through the world with their share of scars. But you don’t want Teagan’s world to be shattered like yours was.
“I won’t tell on you.” But you will set fire to that house if need be. You will tear your parents limb from limb if they don't keep it together for Charlie and Teagan’s sake. You will be more than their worst regret. You know that in the marrow of your bones.
“Dad was talking to Mom; it sounded bad. Mom hadn’t been reading or tucking me in. Dad does it. And that’s fine. Dad does great with it. I just--I missed Mom doing it. She did read and tuck me in last night. But we only got through one story. I talked to Dad about it. I just wanted ot make sure everything was okay.”
“Did you or Mom get sleepy first?” You can’t ask her if Diana’s words were slurred. You don’t dare try to ask if something smelled different. Teagan wouldn’t have a concept of what would even smell different, how to place the sterile stench of alcohol on someone’s breath.
“Mom did. Which is okay. She’s been up late, she says. Working or something. I didn’t mean to cause more trouble.”
Your palms are wet, you know they are. You can feel the sweat prickling at your skin. You can be wrong. All you had was Teagan’s recount--noticing that she wasn’t getting tucked in or being read bedtime stories by Diana like normal. It could be nothing. Maybe Diana was taking on more hours at work. Perhaps there was some sort of logical explanation for all of these behaviors. But it could be sinister. It could be that Diana’s relapsed, returning to drinking.
“Did you hear anything else? Anything specific?” You’ll need something solid. Though your gut lurches at the idea that you’ll be dropping them back off to that house, you don’t think taking them would help at all. You couldn’t hold them hostage for the weekend or for the week. You don’t have the grounds. Nothing that would hold up in court at all at the very least. But you know. You know in your bones that something bad is happening.
You won’t be going anywhere though. Even if the storm gets tough, you will fight it out for Teagan and Charlie. You’ll do whatever you can for them. They have the shot you didn’t. They have something that you could’ve only dreamed of. You’ll be damned if it’s taken from them.
“Dad was going through the cabinets or something. There were things opening and closing. So I couldn’t really hear what was being said. That was Tuesday. It’s sort of gotten better though. I swear it has.”
Is Teagan trying to convince herself or you? The fear quakes her throat and you realize that behind your own fear is a child. Teagan’s just a fucking child. “Hey, hey, no,” you start, squatting down to her level. “No, you’re not in trouble. It’s okay. It’s okay,” you reassure, cradling her face.
“I really didn’t mean it.”
“Thank you,” you return. “For telling me. You’re not in trouble, okay? You’re not.”
“What if she never reads to me again?”
“She’ll read to you. I’ll read to you if I have too. Okay? I’ll do whatever I need to. You just call me. If it gets bad again, call me, okay? I don’t care if it’s in the middle of the night. You call me.”
She needs to believe you. You need her to believe you through and through that you’ll come and get them. Even if you all have always had a bit of a wedge, their own natural curiosity as to why you weren’t around before and your own stubbornness not to ruin something good for them, the obvious tension between you and your parents, even with all that, they’re still your siblings. They are still young. They still deserve everything you didn’t get.
Teagan nods. “I will. Thanks.”
“Of course. What else are big siblings for?”
“Lace socks and looking at the doctor’s kit.”
You snort at Teagan’s clear directive to go take a look at the other toys now. “Sure thing. Just, you know I love you right?” You offer wiping at her cheeks with your thumbs. Only a few tears fell, but you just need her to know that you’ll be there. Come hell, high water, fires, you will always be there now.
She nods. “Yeah, I know. I love you too.”
“Good, good,” you whisper. Teagan steps in for a hug, her arms winding around your neck. It’s a tight hug, even you know it, but you hold Teagan close, hoisting her up onto your hip you stand.
She laughs, still clinging to your neck. “Charlie, c’mon. We’re leaving you,” she calls out to her brother. It’s the sign that she’s ready to go. Maybe she’s ready to drop what had been plaguing her. You hope that she can leave it here in the toy aisles, that she can drop it onto your shoulders for you to worry about, for you to fret over.
Charlie huffs, putting the train down but takes your hand. You take the lead, carrying Teagan on one side, keeping Charlie close to the other and start off to the other end of the store. There’s a collection of other toy kits for different professions--astronauts, hair stylists, construction workers. You hadn’t known about Teagan’s sudden interest in medicine. She’s generally a healthy kid, so is Charlie. The most you’ve heard of them talking about doctors is at their yearly appointments and when either one of them caught a cold. It might’ve been something at school that came up, though you think anything surrounding careers is much too young for Charlie or Teagan to worry about seriously.
“What kind of doctor do you want to be?” you ask as you set her down.
“There’s different kinds?” Teagan returns staring up at the kit with the white coat and stethoscope.
“Yeah. There’s like the doctor you see when you go to get shots and stuff, who practices general medicine. Then there’s doctors that work with specific kinds of sickness and specific body parts and organ systems. You could be an eye doctor. You could be a nurse. Or be a pharmacist. There’s a lot of different things inside of medicine.”
“Like the dentists?” Charlie questions.
“Yeah. There’s oral surgeons too.”
“Are their doctors for your brain?” Teagan poses.
You nod. “Yeah, like doctors who study the physical brain and study how to operate on them--brain surgeons. Then there’s people who study how the brain works and how it changes over time and stuff in your environment--like a psychologist or psychiatrist.”
“I don’t know what I want to do. Just want to help people, I think,” Teagan answers.
“Well, the good thing is that you’ve got time to figure it all out.”
“Maybe at the library I can check out a book about all the kinds of doctors.” It’s a gentle suggestion and you nod in agreement. Charlie wonders a few steps over. You spy an excavation kit that seemingly has caught his eye.
How much has Charlie noticed any changes? How much of Teagan’s story could be reaffirmed by Charlie? But if Charlie’s not bringing it up, you worry you could plant the wrong seed. There’s already enough concern and fear. You don’t want to keep making a pit that didn’t need to be deeper, deeper. It would only serve worse for wear in the long run. The only thing you can think of as you watch them is that you’re praying you’re wrong. You hope you’re so fucking wrong.
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Runaway
A/N: wow it's been actually forever. finally decided to get back into writing, hope you enjoy this one! (p.s. i'm trying to get caught up on requests, so they are currently closed!)
Pairing: Calum Hood x GN!Reader
Summary: a confession of love is ignored and revisited
Warnings: none, i believe
Word Count: 2.4K
Minors DNI
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You met Calum’s eye from across the small living room of Ashton’s house, giving him a weak smile. You weren’t sure how long he’d been watching you - you just knew that as soon as you looked up, his eyes were already on you.
It was weird. You’d never had that kind of interaction with any of the other boys before, or any boy before.
Do I have something on my face? Is my hair a mess? Maybe he thinks my outfit’s ugly.
You did a quick once over of yourself in the reflection of your glass, and eventually decided that you looked fine. So what was his deal?
Calum stood up, and your eyes met his eyes once again. You gave him a confused look and he just gave you a small smile before he walked out of the room.
The rest of the boys all shared a knowing look.
“What?” You asked them.
“Nothing.” Ashton said. “Nothing at all.”
The smirk on his face was enough to irk you, and you had to look away before you made a snide comment that you didn’t mean.
They all clearly knew something. Did they all think your outfit was ugly? It didn’t look that bad when you checked it over before you left.
Maybe I won’t wear this one again.
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“Hey!” Calum called into the phone.
“Hi!” You responded, just as enthusiastic.
“Whatcha up to today, sweets?” He asked. You tried to ignore the flutter in your stomach at his pet name.
“Um, not much. I’ve got to finish cleaning my kitchen but other than that, I don’t think there’s anything else. Why?”
“Nothing. Just wanted to see if you wanted to come over for a bit.” He said. There was something in his voice. Hope?
You thought about it. You loved hanging out with Calum, you really did. It was simply becoming increasingly hard to be in the same room as him.
“I… I’ll think about it, yeah?”
“Alright.” He said. Disappointment? “If you don’t want to drive I can pick you up, no biggie.”
You chuckled.
“I’ll let you know, Cal.” And with that, you hung up.
You placed your phone down on the counter, bringing a hand up to your forehead. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Calum to ask you to come over, but something about the way he said it this time was different.
Calum put his phone down, glancing up at Luke sitting across from him.
“Dude.” He said.
“I know.” Calum grumbled. “I don’t know what it is. Am I the problem? Is it something with me?”
Luke immediately shook his head. “No. I don’t know what it is either, but I don’t think it’s you.”
Calum nodded, defeated. He hated that he couldn’t just tell you how he felt, always using some other tactic.
Come hang out with me.
Want to get dinner, in a totally platonic way?
Hey, I saw this book at the store and knew you wanted it so I grabbed it for you.
Jesus.
—
You eventually shot Calum a text, telling him to come pick you up so you could hang out with him. It hadn’t even been a minute when his reply came through.
I’m on my way!!!!!!
You smiled.
He pulled up, walking up the steps to your house and swiftly knocking on your door. You opened it, dressed in a pair of shorts and one of Calum’s t-shirts that he’d left at your house a few weeks ago.
His face began to heat up at the sight of it, and he cleared his throat in an attempt to hide it.
“Hi.” He said.
“Hi.” You answered, walking beside him out to his car.
He opened the door for you, gently placing his hand on your back as you got in.
Your chest constricted at the feeling of his hand on you - the heat of it seeping through the thin t-shirt. Calum walked around the car, getting in and quickly driving away.
When you finally made it back to his house, you were more than a little confused to see a group of cars parked on the street.
“You throwing a party or something?” You asked.
“Nah, just a few friends. Why, you okay?”
“Yeah I’m good, just… thought it was gonna be just us.” You shrugged, opening the door and stepping out of his car.
Calum sighed. He knew it wasn’t a good idea to invite people over, but Michael had all but begged him to have some kind of get together instead of moping around because he wasn’t hanging out with you.
Calum quickly caught up to you, reaching around you to open the door to his house for you, gently guiding you through the doorway.
You smiled and said your hello to the rest of the boys as you walked through the house, but soon realized you didn’t recognize anyone else.
“Cal, I don’t know any of these people.” You mentioned, shrinking into his side as the anxiety of being surrounded by strangers began to set in.
“I know, sweets.” He said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “I’ll introduce you to some of them, if you want.”
You were about to express how much you didn’t want that when a girl approached you. She was just a few inches taller than you, and she was gorgeous. And she clearly knew Calum.
“Cal Pal!” She called, gathering his attention.
“Cara! I didn’t even realize you were here!” He said, the smile on his face putting shame to the overhead lights.
“I know, I snuck in after you left. I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see you guys!”
“Oh! This is Y/N.” He said, gesturing to you.
“Hi!” She said excitedly. “I’m Cara, but I think you probably figured that out.” She giggled, glancing at Calum as he chuckled.
You nodded, returning her hello before Calum detached himself from your side, wrapping an arm around Cara’s shoulders as they walked away. You were left standing in the middle of the hallway, surrounded on all sides by people you’d never seen before, most of which were either high out of their minds or too drunk to stand.
Wow, you thought, he goes all the way out of his way to bring me here and then introduces me to… her. His girlfriend? No, he would tell you… right?
You were pulled out of your train of thought by Ashton’s voice, “You alright?”
You nodded, finally looking away from the direction Calum had walked in to meet Ashton’s eyes.
“Yeah I’m okay. Is Calum seeing that girl?” You asked, pointing at the two of them on the far side of the living room.
“Who, Cara? I… honestly can’t answer that. They just met a few weeks ago, but I doubt it.”
You nodded, not satisfied with his answer. Hanging out with Calum seemed like a good idea before you knew this was how the night would be spent.
You walked into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water before making your way into the backyard, dropping into one of the chairs away from the group surrounding the bonfire.
Watching everyone interact with each other, watching Calum interact with Cara, it was quickly worsening your mood. Now, you just wanted to go home.
“What’s going on?” Calum asked, walking up to you.
“Hm?”
“Come on, sweets, you look like someone kicked a puppy. What happened?”
You warmed once again at the use of his nickname for you, but quickly moved on as you were reminded of the events of the night.
“Nothing happened, Cal. Why don’t you go back over to Cara? I’m sure she misses you.” You knew it was low, and a little unnecessary, but you couldn’t help it. The man you’d been fawning over brought you to his house and abandoned you for a girl he met a few weeks ago.
“What? Why would Cara miss me? She’s got plenty of company over there.” He responded.
“Yeah, well, no girl wants to be away from her boyfriend for too long.”
Calum froze. Is that what this was? You thought he was dating her?
“You can’t be serious.” He said, watching as you slowly picked your head up to look at him. “After everything… all that I’ve done and said and… and you think I want someone else?” He asked incredulously.
“Cal, what are you…?”
“I love you. Not her, you. You’re the only person I want.”
No. No, no, no, this was not happening. You couldn’t be with him, you’d do nothing but bring him down. He deserved so much better than whatever you had to offer, he had to know that.
“No you don’t.”
“Excuse me?”
“You don’t love me. You can’t. You deserve so much better, you are so much better off without me. I’m sorry, Cal, but it’s true. Whatever it is that you think I have to offer I promise is nothing compared to what someone like Cara could give you.”
“No. That’s where you’re wrong. I don’t want you because I think you have something to offer. I want you because you’re you. I want you because you cry over books, and make your tea with oat milk, and have to smell every candle before buying the same one you always get. I want you because you understand me like no one else ever has, and you know exactly what I need at any given moment.”
You couldn’t even think. Here Calum was, telling you exactly what you’d always wanted to hear, and you didn’t believe a single word. There was no way that Calum of all people could feel that way for you.
A tear slipped down your cheek, leaving a warm trail behind as it eventually dropped off your chin.
“No, sweets, why are you crying?” He asked, reaching a hand up to wipe your tears away. You dodged his hand before it could connect with your skin and quickly walked away, leaving Calum and his confession of love behind.
He was dumbfounded. Clearly it was something that he’d done, offended you in some way, to have you walk away from him like that. He stood outside for a few moments before he realized what had happened, and all but sprinted back inside the house.
“Where is she, where’d she go?” He asked no one in particular.
“Uh, I think Macie just took her home. Why what happened?” Luke said.
—
It had been 3 weeks. 3 weeks since Calum poured his heart out to you and you walked away. He’d called and texted to no avail, and the boys tried, too. But it was clear that you didn’t plan on answering any of them.
It all caught up to Calum one day. And suddenly, he couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. He was out his front door in a second, immediately heading for you. Sure, you lived 3 miles away, but he couldn’t be bothered to grab his car keys before leaving, and wholeheartedly decided to walk.
The first time thunder rumbled in the distance, Calum didn’t even realize it, too caught up in his own thoughts. It was only a few minutes later when he felt the first drops of rain that he realized what he was doing.
He was pulled out of his thoughts by the sight of a flower stand, an elderly woman placing out a fresh bouquet of roses.
“Hello, ma’am. How much for the roses?” He asked her.
She looked him up and down, clearly seeing something about him that he couldn’t.
“For you? Free. Have them.” She said, giving him a warm smile.
He returned it as he picked up the bouquet and began walking again. 2 minutes later, it was pouring down, and Calum picked up his pace to a run.
You were sitting on your couch, nursing a cup of tea as you read, listening to the rain bounce off the windows. You were startled out of your cozy atmosphere by frantic knocking on your door.
You quickly made your way over, confused as to who could be at your door at this hour, in this weather. And you opened it to find, “Calum?”
You looked him over. It had been almost 3 weeks since ‘the incident,’ as you had nicknamed it, and you hadn’t seen him since. His clothes were soaked through, and the look of desperation on his face almost distracted you from the beat up bouquet of roses he was holding.
“What are you doing?! It’s pouring!” You said.
“I don’t care. I had to see you. To tell you that I meant it, every single word. That you’re the only person who truly understands me, the only person I want to fall asleep next to and wake up with. The only person who can make me laugh until I can’t breathe and fills my heart with so much love and my life with so much happiness that I don’t have a single clue what I would do without you.” He finished.
Tears were streaming down both of your faces, and you didn’t think before throwing your arms around his neck.
You’re clothes were immediately soaked through as Calum wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, dropping the flowers onto your doorstep.
“God, Calum, I am so sorry. I don’t even know what I was thinking, I just… No one’s ever said anything like that to me before and meant it. I didn’t know what to do so I ran and I can’t even express to you how happy I am that you’re here. That you’re here and you said it again and you still mean it even after I ran away the first time.” You pulled back to look at his face, bringing one of your hands around to wipe a fresh tear off his cheek.
He smiled, pressing his lips to yours like he’d been waiting to do for so long.
“Trust me, sweets,” he mumbled against your lips, “that doesn’t change a single thing.”
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Selfish C.H
Calum Hood x gn!reader
Summary: Calum blows up your phone out of jealousy and you decide it's about time you remind him why you broke up.
TW: reader gets of cheating several times, hella toxic relationship
Text fic: 3 screenshots
Part 2
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security blanket - calum hood
summary: calum comforts you during a storm
pairings: calum hood x gn!reader
w/c: 484
"couldn't sleep?"
you turned and saw calum, your best friend, moving to sit beside you. you shook your head before turning to look out at the window, staring at the sky as rain fell and lightning flashed occasionally.
you felt his warmth next to you, so you unconsciously and automatically moved closer to him. he wrapped his arm around your waist as you leaned your head against his shoulder.
just his presence alone calmed you down. you were always afraid of the storm. the cracks of the lightning would keep you awake, flinching every time you heard it. you were still afraid of it, but lately, you started to look out of the window, preferring to actually see the lightning instead of just hearing it.
you thought that it would help you, since the last time you were with calum, you sat by the window and watched the lightning, and felt less afraid than you usually would.
but it didn't work this time. at least, not until he was next to you.
you wrapped your arms around his waist, feeling the knot in your chest loosen, and you could breathe more freely.
"i thought it would work this time," you started. "i thought staring out the window and looking at the lightning would help."
"but it didn't?"
"no," you shook your head. "i don't think it was why i felt less afraid last time."
you were still staring out the window, but you could feel him looking at you.
"it was you."
"me?"
"yes, you. looking at the lightning didn't help me. being beside you, being with you, was what helped me."
you sat up, turning to look at him, not surprised when you saw his face already staring back at you. you smiled softly at him, to which he returned, a smile equally as soft as yours.
"it's like you're my security blanket," you said and he chuckled softly. "i'm serious, calum. with you, i feel like i'm at home, like nothing can hurt me. like i do not need to worry about anything as long as i'm with you."
and this, felt like it was a turning point. saying what you have always known. that calum was your home, your comfort.
he released a soft breath, gazing into your eyes. "you are my home too, y/n."
you both didn't need to say the words, you both knew what the other meant, and knew that you both felt the same way.
you moved back to your original spot, his arms around your waist, but this time, his embrace felt warmer, like saying what you both felt had magnified the comfort you both brought to each other.
his other hand found yours, intertwining your fingers together while his lips touched the top of your head, pressing a soft kiss there.
you smiled, calum hood was, without a doubt, your security blanket and home.
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Going to a haunted house with Calum, Ashton and Luke (Blurb)
You stayed a few steps back. Holding Calums hand and trying to come up with a way to get out of this situation while Ashton and Luke waited impatiently (more Ash than Luke) to follow them to a horror house.
It was Ashtons idea to go. The only one of the group who actually like even horror movies but somehow still convinced Calum and Luke to go to a haunted house. Despite it not even being close to Halloween, Luke had found a house that was open all year around.
And your, right now, not so lovely boyfriend failed to tell you about their plans. Forcing you to go with the three.
“Come on, Y/N! It will be lots of fun.” Cal begged while hugging you from behind. His head on your shoulder and trying to make you move to the house. Placing soft kisses on your shoulder.
“None of you except Ash even likes horror movies. How the hell did he even convince you to go?”
“It will be fun.” Cal shrugged laughing while you groaned.
“We’re going to die quickly.”
“Maybe you should try to be more optimistic?” Ash made fun of you while Luke furrowed his eyebrows. Shaking his head over his friend.
“Like the last time we went with your plans and nearly died?”
“But, did you die? No? Then stop complaining, we’re fine.”
You signed and finally followed the boys. Taking Cal’s hand once again.
You all quickly payed and entered the house. It started with a dark path which wasn’t that bad but quickly turned dark. It seemed fine until a scary skull out of nowhere appeared and you could hear Luke screaming next to you. Ashton laughing about his older brother.
It didn’t get better after that. The different rooms you went to worse than the once before with creepy equipment and staff that would try their best to scare the visiting people.
At some point a hand took yours and made you scream as well. Until you realized it was Lukes. It was short before the end of the house and you could even see the relieve in Ashton face once you go out.
“Are you holding my partners hand?” Cal questioned Luke once you were finally out of the house.
“They held and squeezed mine as well.”
“I can’t believe my sweet partner had to comfort you.” You rolled your eyes over Cals words. Hearing in his voice that he didn’t actually mind that much and just wanted to take the piss out of Luke.
“We could have died. Someone had to comfort me.” Luke tried to weakly defend himself.
“Well, who’s should I have taken? They were right next to me!”
“Ashtons!"
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– CLOSE AS STRANGERS
PAIRING: musician! suna rintarou x gn!reader
GENRE: angst(y), long distance relationship
A/N: this is based off this head-canon which basically compares suna rintarou to calum hood from 5sos, like... they're the same person, same [astro] planets. plus, this is based off the song, close as strangers.
͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏
it's been six weeks since suna left home, touring around the world as the opening act while his band slowly grows in success everyday.
he stares at the messages that reads: delivered, unsure of when he'll get a response from you. the band has just finished their set, which meant his day – or night – was practically over with.
suna wishes he wasn't thousands of miles away from you, leaving you to spend nights alone when he should be there next to you and wrapped in your arms.
everyday that passes, every night spent with missed calls and dial tones only splits the two of you even further apart. with shaky hands, he presses the call button, bringing the device up to his ear, waiting for the other line to pick up.
the longer suna waits, the more scared he gets, but when the ringing stops so does his panic. "hey," your voice appears through the speaker, static. "how was it?"
"hi," he breaths out, "it was good. it's insane seeing so many people in the crowd though," suna says – praying that the line wouldn't cut out.
"oh yeah? it's a lot different than playing in front of twelve people in a hotel lobby isn't it?" you tease, fiddling with the ends of your shirt, doing your best to ignore the obvious drift between you two.
"well, it doesn't feel the same." suna says, "i'll take that hotel lobby over this any day if it means i get to see you in the crowd." feeling a lump begin to grow in his throat, attempting to clear it away, he continues on. "although the lighting is better here,"
"i bet!" a sad laugh escapes, "hey, don't forget to send me videos and pictures of you on stage alright? i'd rather see them come from you, instead of some fan on twitter."
of course it pained a little to not be near suna, but he was living his dream! he was doing what he wanted, travelling around the world with three of his best friends and performing in front of crowds of thousands.
sure it worries you sometimes, him being surrounded by people prettier, funnier, closer. or even how you've started to feel like someone who keeps dragging him down, that you're someone stopping him from reaching full potential, whatever that is.
"so um, when are you guys coming back over here for a show?" you ask, interrupting yourself from those thoughts, "i would buy tickets, but they're all sold out."
"i think we'll be back in around... six months?"
sucking in a breath, "wow, six months?" you repeat, the itching feeling in the back of your head resurfacing. would the relationship even last that much longer?
suna knew what you meant. he wasn't a mind-reader, and the constant interrupted connection didn't help either, but he could tell just by the deflation of your voice that this wasn't good.
"yeah... we have to finish the north american leg of the tour before we move on to europe and oceania." he explains, "but hey! i'll be back before you know it, and we can always find time to call for hours on end."
"no, no, yeah, of course." you say, "just tell me when you're free and have time, we can call then."
"yeah–" cut off when the door burst open, revealing the guitarist of the band along with the rest of the members behind him. "hey, give me a second," suna says, holding his phone to his chest. "what do you guys want?"
"we're going to go prank the band," semi informs holding up empty aluminium trays and whipped cream cans. "they're about to play teenage dirtbag in a couple minutes, so come on!"
on your end, hearing muffled voices, "alright– just give me a minute alright? i'll be right out," suna waves off, bringing his phone back up to his ear. "hey, i'm sorry, but i have to go."
"that's fine," you brush off, "i have to meet a friend in a few anyways."
"look, i'll call you later alright?"
"yeah, i'll see you." you say, hanging up the phone before another word can be said. tossing your device somewhere on your bed before burying yourself in the mountains of pillows and blankets.
suna stares at the disconnected line, putting aside whatever emotions dare to linger before joining his band outside with a forced smile. listening to semi go on about how they'll show them what the "emo's" can do.
of course, suna would rather be with you right now, and all he can hope for is that you'd wait for him too.
interaction appreciated!
PT 2: story of another us
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a little bit of me on you
tattoo shop! calum hood x gn! reader
summary: tattoo artist calum hood lets the reader give him a tattoo
word count: 1.3k
Leaning back in your chair, you admired your boyfriend as he sat at his desk sketching a tattoo idea. A late night at the tattoo shop had led you to go hang out with your boyfriend, Calum, at his work. It was often routine for you to hang around the shop while Calum finished up. It gave you time to hang out, even with both of your hectic schedules. It was always nice to hang out there after hours, it was oddly calm.
Sneaking up behind Calum, you got a better look at what he was drawing. Peeking at his work, you enquired, “So… whatcha working on?”
Stopping his sketching to talk to you, he responds, “Ahh just a floral piece for a client. You like it so far?” As he sees you nod, he continues, “You really should let me tattoo you again.”
Calum had given you several tattoos. With the two of you dating, it felt silly for you to get one from anyone else. He always gave you them free of charge (despite the argument from you), and it didn’t hurt that he was an insanely talented tattoo artist.
It was no secret that Calum didn’t contemplate much with his tattoos. With the sheer amount of them, he really couldn’t have. Add in him being a tattoo artist, and you have a man who gets tattoos in a very rash manner.
With this knowledge, staring at the man in front of you, a lightbulb lit up in your brain as you came up with an idea. You walk up behind the man, and hug him from behind, staring up at him. “Hey Cal, I have an idea…” Intrigued, Calum nodded to encourage you to keep speaking, “What if I give you a tattoo… I mean it could just be a small lil thing, and I know I’m not the best artist but I thought it could be fun.”
Calum surprised you, and he promptly responded, “I’m down” with a smile on his face.
“For real?”
“For real.”
Now, smiling like a maniac, you quickly ran your hand through Calum’s hair, while asking him; “So, what do you want for a tattoo? Try and go a little easy on me. You are the professional here.”
Calum sighed dramatically, “Well, you could do a smiley face or a heart, it’s really up to you, I’m down for anything, my love.”
“I have a scary amount of power in my hands don’t you think?”, you said in a disney villain-esque voice.
Calum gives you a look, while teasingly saying, “well, maybe not anything”
“Can’t take it back now, darling” you reply.
You then grabbed his hand to pull him away from his desk; “Now, c’mon let’s go!”
Pulling him toward his tattooing station, and gently shoved him down onto the chair.
“So you’re just gonna free-hand this?” you hear Calum say to you.
“Umm yes?” you answered unsure of how he would respond.
Calum just shrugged it off and nonchalantly replied, “Ok”.
Now, you had watched and received enough tattoos to generally know what you were doing, so you weren’t too nervous. That being said, you were going to be putting something on his body permanently, so it was a bit of a big deal. Walking over to the table with all the equipment, you stood there standing in front of it, just wondering where to even start.
Calum seemed to have read your mind at the moment. Getting up from the chair, and asking you, “You want me to set it all up for you?”
“Yes please,” you said, giving him a small smile and taking his place sitting on the chair.
Fidgeting with the loose thread hanging off the chair, you tell Calum, I think I’m gonna do a smiley face like you said. I don’t really trust myself enough to do much else”
Calum smiled at your little quip at your tattooing skills and replied, “Sounds good baby.”
Finishing up everything he needed to do to set up, Calum brought the tattoo gun, and everything else needed over to you and took a seat again once you stood up.
“So how much will you hate me if I mess up?” you said in a jokingly curious tone.
“You’re not giving me much confidence in your tattoo skills, my love” you hear him say as you situate yourself above his arm where he wanted the tattoo.
“I’m sure it’ll be fine” you sigh as you pat him on the arm. “You ready?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be”
As you press the tattoo gun down onto Calum’s skin, he barely shows any signs of discomfort. “Is this really not hurting? Cause you seem to just be chillaxin’ or something, babe, I don't really get it. Every time I get a tattoo I wince and whine like a little baby. Am I a wimp for pain or something?”
Calum just replies to you by saying, “Baby, I've gotten a lot of tattoos, calm down, and pay more attention to the tattoo, it's gonna be on my body forever!”
You decided to listen to Calum’s advice and focus on the task at hand. Granted, it wasn’t a very big tattoo, so theoretically it shouldn’t have taken long, but you were being extra careful and slow, because of the whole “permanent” thing.
Getting into a grove, there was a nice silence and calm feeling in the air. Getting comfortable in the chair, and used to the feeling of the tattoo, Calum started to half-sing, half-hum some random tune he had thought of.
Smiling, and listening to him, you told him, “You sound good, you should become a singer or something”
“Ha! Imagine that; Calum Hood, rockstar. I could never.” Calum says to you, and you both chuckle at the thought. Calum leans his head over to check on the progress of the tattoo as you finish the last line in his tattoo.
“I’m done!” you say to him with a big smile on your face.
Calum gives you a look of admiration while telling you, “You did amazing, I’m so proud of you baby”
“I’m glad you think so. Now, I’m gonna go get the bandages and all that other shit so it doesn’t get infected or something,” you say getting up.
“Look at you being all professional, huh?” Calum says with a teasing smile.
“Yup!” you start to walk away when you realize that you have no idea where any of that stuff is; “So… ummm, the thing is…”
“You need me to get it for you?” Calum slyly says.
“Yes,” you squeak out meekly.
“I got you, baby,” Calum says while walking toward the supplies drawer.
After making his way back, Calum starts to put on the petroleum jelly on the fresh tattoo, and tries to put the bandage on himself, but struggles because of the position of the tattoo on his arm.
“Here, let me help you,” you said, grabbing the bandage out of his hand.
Wrapping it around his arm, you kiss the fully wrapped tattoo, and then kiss Calum on the lips. “Thank you for letting me do this Cal” you whisper against his lips.
“Thank you for not messing up,” he says, making you laugh.
“Now come on, let’s go cuddle on the couch”
After making your way to the waiting area of the tattoo shop, Calum plops down onto the couch, so he’s laying down on it, and pats the space next to him signaling for you to lay next to him, which you do.
As you lay down on the couch, Calum wraps his arm around you and kisses you on the forehead.
“This was fun,” you whisper to him.
“Yeah, it was.” you hear Calum whisper back as you see him start to yawn.
“You tired baby?” you say as you snuggle into him more.
“Yeah” Calum says weakly as you see him slowly fall asleep.
You smile at him as you begin to fall asleep yourself, so happy.
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MASTERLIST
<3 = finished.
ATTACK ON TITAN
coming soon!!
5 SECONDS OF SUMMER
LUKE HEMMINGS
CALUM HOOD
MICHAEL CLIFFORD
ASHTON IRWIN
POLY!SOS
Lonely Heart (Poly! Lierra x OC) <3
Part one Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five
DEMON SLAYER
KAMABOKO SQUAD
HASHIRA
GIYUU TOMIOKA
the pain of losing and the relief from comfort.
RENGOKU KYOJURO
angels like you.
saviour
MARVEL
LOKI LAUFEYSON
5 Stages of Grief (Gender Neutral Reader!) <3
Stage One Stage Two Stage Three Stage Four Stage Five
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JUJUTSU KAISEN
GOJO SATORU
NANAMI KENTO
headcanons 1
Taking Care of You
Lullaby
YUUJI ITADORI/SUKUNA
BNHA
CLASS 1-A & OTHERS
Nobody. <3
Part One Part Two Part Three
PRO-HEROS
LOV
HAIKYUU
KARASUNO
sparks. (kōshi sugawara x gn! reader)
GENSHIN IMPACT
separate masterlist
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Best Years: CH
Gif from HERE
A/N: So this is the first thing I’ve written since last year? A lot was happening but CALM came out and I saw the stream and I got inspired so I did it. It’s short and tiny but it’s here. And thank you to @5sosdrfluke and @whatmakesmehappyy for helping me cause I kinda lost my marbles at some points. I’m also posting this now as I have a panic attack so here we go dudes
Words: 977
Pairing: Calum Hood x GN! Reader
*Warnings*: None
Summary: You’re dating Cal and you accidently interrupt the CALM livestream but it all works out adorably
Masterlist Taglist Request
CALM was officially out and the live the boys planned had started. You were so proud of them for all they had accomplished but you were especially proud of Calum, your boyfriend. He had grown so much since you first started dating and it was amazing. Wildflower was quite the hit and it was all him, so of course you were in love with it.
Since this stream was about the boys and the album, you and the other girlfriends decided it was better to not join so everything could be focused on them. Of course you still watched it with your headphones in so you could still support them, but you couldn’t stay silent for long. You commented every once in a while, when something happened that you couldn’t keep to yourself. Your laughs were kept quiet so there wouldn’t be a chance anyone could hear you and it was all working great. Was is the key word. After Calum played Wildflower, he had gotten up to stop the record for a moment before resuming with the next song. Duke had followed Calum, being the sweet dog he was but he had come back and he tried to jump onto the couch but he missed. Before you could stop yourself, you began laughing, loudly. You felt horrible for laughing but it had been so funny to see him pop on screen only to fall. Comments flooded the live, asking who laughed and if it had been you. You tried to play if off and stifle any further giggles, but it was useless since Michael called you out. “Y/N? Did you just laugh at your dog missing the couch?” He glared at the camera and though you knew he couldn’t see you, you knew he was looking at you.
“It was funny!” You yelled back, hearing yourself come back on the stream. People began agreeing with you, saying they had laughed as well and since everyone knew you were there, you yelled again. “Everyone agreed with me Mike!” Michael only rolled his eyes and Calum came back on screen.
“What happened?” He asked, clearly confused as to why you were yelling and people were flooding the comments talking about agreeing with you.
“Your girlfriend just laughed at your dog failing to jump on the couch.” Michael sighed, leaning back into his spot to get comfortable, since this next song was slower.
Calum laughed and shook his head, picking up Duke and setting him on the couch. “He does it a lot and we laugh every time. It’s funny.” The two boys continued to talk for a few more minutes before the conversation turned to the next song. Best Years was a slow and adorable song that you loved. Luke had done an amazing job writing it and the song really conveyed what love is and how it feels. In fact, you felt like it summed up your relationship with Calum almost perfectly. Calum actually felt the exact same which is why it didn’t surprise you that before they played the song, Calum asked if you’d come sit with him and tell the stream how you described the song when you had first heard it.
Quickly, you threw on one of his hoodies and came to sit next to him, waving at the phone as you did. Calum’s face lit up when he saw you and as soon as you were set, he said, “Tell them what you think of it baby.”
“Well,” you began, stopping to gather your thoughts. You were honestly a little nervous because there were thousands of people watching the live video and there was a lot of pressure. “Well, I think the song is a perfect example of what it feels like to be with someone and to be so in love that you just want to give them anything and everything. It’s like you love this person so much that you make sure to tell them that yes, there were some hard times and you understand why they would leave but tomorrow will be better. You want to make all the hard moments disappear because you’re giving them the absolute best and you want life to be like that forever. You want your time together to be the best they’ll ever have.” Michael remained silent after you finished talking and when you looked over at Calum, you could have sworn your heart stopped. He was watching you with a look that could only be described as pure adoration. His eyes sparkled in the dim light as he looked you over, taking in your features. He’s seen you plenty of times but every time he looks at you, he treats it like it’s the first and last. It’s like he wants to memorize each and every mark and line and commit them to memory so if that’s the last time he ever looks at you, he’d never forget. His touch is the same way. In your most intimate moments with him, his hands lovingly traced every bump and curve, stopping to admire all of them. When his fingers danced over the spots you were most insecure about, he’d draw little hearts or kiss them and tell just how perfect you are. “Best Years is the way Calum loves me, like I’m the only person in the world.”
“And,” Calum added, grabbing your hands in his, “the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Can’t forget that part.” He smiled and gave your forehead a quick kiss, not wanting to do much more on a livestream.
“You guys are so cute it’s disgusting. Can we get on with the song now?” Michael asked, his voice coming through the speakers.
You and Calum only laughed and shared a quick kiss before you ran off to your shared bedroom to watch the rest of the stream.
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Masterlist
All fics under the cut
* = smut
! = My favorites
MCYT
Social media and Patches (Dream x GN!Reader)
5 Seconds of summer
Photos & Videos (Calum Hood x Reader)
Flowers & Flirting (Calum Hood x Reader)
Therapy & Blond Boys (Luke Hemmings x Reader)
Lemonade (Luke Hemmings x Reader)
Alexa (Calum Hood x Alexa)
Straight (Luke Hemmings x Reader)
T-shirt (Luke Hemmings x Reader)
Bookstores & Cigarettes (Calum Hood x Reader)
Pancakes & Pasta (Calum Hood x Reader)
Rings & Kisses (Calum Hood x Reader Blurb)
Apricot (Michael Clifford x Reader)
Caroline* (Luke Hemmings x OC!Caroline)
because who would really choose a daisy, in a field of roses?* (Cake x OC!Daisy) !
OC’s w/ @i-calumhood
Cal & Fran (Calum Hood x OC!Frankie)
Supernatural
Not all heroes wear capes! (dean x daughter!reader) !
Yellow Car (No specific pairing)
Stay There Part 2 (Sister!Reader)
Hurt (Dean x Sister!Reader)
You don’t seem the type (Kevin Tran x Winchester!Reader)
Insomnia (Sister!Reader)
Wonderland Part 2 Part 3 (Sister!Reader)
Perhaps in the future (Sister!Reader)
Sleep? (Sister!Reader)
5 Minutes (Sister!Reader)
Blood loss (Sister!Reader)
The Mystery Of Hawkins Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (Sister!Reader)
Heat (Sibling!Reader)
Avengers
Tom Holland
Run you clever girl (Mob!Tom x Reader)
Peter Parker
10.47pm (Peter Parker x Reader)
Harry Potter
What’s a sitcom? (Fred Weasley x Platonic!Reader)
#supernatural imagine#Sam Winchester#sam x sister!reader#dean winchester#dean x sister!reader#winchester!sister#rosegoldquintis masterlist#fred weasley#Ron Weasley#Ginny Weasley#george weasley#peter parker x reader#tom holland x reader#luke hemmings imagine#luke hemmings smut#Calum hood imagine#Calum hood smut#Michael Clifford imagine#ashton Irwin imagine
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Your Love is Quiet - Calum HoodxReader
AN: I don't really write much, let alone fanfics. I thought of this in the middle of my day and couldn't sleep without writing it down. I'm also literally never active on here anymore it's been months so hi moots! I tried to keep it as gender neutral as possible, I think it went well. Enjoy my all day 4am thoughts.
No warnings just pure fluff and some sarcasm.
All rights reserved to sensitivecth, no copying, translating, or resposting on other platforms.
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"So what's your favorite thing about Calum?" Ashton asked.
Calum had just gotten up to get you a drink. It was the first time you had been "alone" with his friends, so you were a bit nervous already. Then Ashton had to go and ask that.
You froze at first. What could you possibly say to reflect your favorite things about Calum. There's no way you could pick one.
"I mean besides his dimples?" You tried cracking a joke and smiled at his friends over the camp fire.
You've been dating for a few months now, but only met his close ones recently. With rehearsals and your job, there hadn't been a perfect time to meet them.
He knows you're the one though. He's told you many times you're his soulmate, besides his brothers of course.
He knew after a month or so he wanted you to meet his favorite people. After trying to schedule for weeks, the boys decided to have a little s'mores night.
"C'mon Y/N. You gotta have something better than that," Luke smiled. "We all know my dimples are the best."
Everyone laughed as Sierra gave him a shove. "Stop being so annoying. Ashton asked Y/N about Calum, not you Luke."
"I like his friends enough," you told them. "And I guess you guys are cool too."
Ashton thought that was the funniest thing you could've said. He was giggling like crazy when Calum came back.
"Mate, you chose a good person. Pretty funny too," Michael tried to explain to Calum the laughter amongst the group.
"I'd reckon," Calum smiled at you. You could tell he was still a bit confused with the lack of context.
"I'll tell you at yours," you whispered in his ear as the group carried on.
"Okay love." He didn't question your answer, knowing you'd tell him later as the banter moved around you.
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By the time you were heading home, that whole moment had flown past you. You got along with his friends so well, there had been numerous jabs and jokes by the end of it.
You didn't even remember the question.
When you got ready for bed, slipping on some shorts, Calum stopped you.
"Hey what were the guys laughing at so much earlier? What did you say?" he questioned as he stood behind you, also changing into comfy clothes.
"What?" you asked.
"At the beginning of the night, Ashton told me he asked for your favorite thing about me? Why'd they laugh."
"Cal, I just made a few jokes," you told him making eye contact in the bathroom mirror. "Nothing too memorable. We were joking the whole time."
"Maybe Ash just likes you then," he wondered aloud.
"Maybe he does."
You both continued your routines. Brushing teeth, fixing hair, washing your face. It was your normal routine before laying down.
"So what is it?" Calum perked up again when he laid down next to you.
"What's what? That's so vague you can't just ask that and expect me to know what you're talking about Cal."
"Your favorite thing about me," Calum smiled again, making eye contact with you.
"Oh, you really wanna know?" you asked him as he smiled bigger.
"Of course, love. I wanna know everything about you," he said softly. Then he tilted his head, wondering what you were going to say.
"My favorite thing about you is that your love is quiet," you whispered as you made eye contact with him.
He looked surprised, maybe confused.
"You know every single favorite breakfast food of your loved ones just in case they spend the night so you can make it in the morning. You'll even get up early to run to the store if you don't have ingredients."
He blushed at your realization. It had only happened a few times since you've been together but he knew you were right.
"And when I'm nervous or stressed publicly, you'll run your hand on my just thumb because you know PDA is scary to me."
He didn't know if you liked that, it was the first time you had ever said anything about it. He's looking down now because the adoration in your eyes was too much for him to handle.
"You'd rather drop off a whole box of goodies for someone and tell them through text than get caught up in the physical interaction and feeling good about giving it."
You lifted his chin with your hand to make eye contact with him. His face was a bit warm.
"You also sat down for lunch that one time with a fan, just because you had the time," you whispered again.
He was looking straight at your eyes. He felt your love coming through your eyes, your expression. your words.
"You love silently but so strongly. There's no other way I'd want to be receiving that."
"Who said I love you," he joked.
"You do. Every day. When I go downstairs and I see you made me a cup of coffee but put it in the fridge because you know I'd rather drink it cold. And when you send me a flower at work because you know I don't like bouquets. And when you patiently waited to schedule me finally hanging out with your friends because you wanted me to meet them but you didn't want to interrupt my normal routine. And when you willingly host weekly game night with my friends because you want to know the people I love. Calum you show me every day."
"I didn't know that."
"Yeah you do."
"I do. I know that," he pauses. He wasn't sure what to respond. He could go on and on about your love too, but he wasn't sure it was enough after your whole speech. "I love you Y/N."
"I love you, Calum." And you finally kiss him.
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Innocent Smiles
Pairing: Calum Hood x GN!Reader
Summary: you prank Calum by refusing to say 'I love you' before he goes to the studio
Warnings: none
Word Count: 359
Minors DNI
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“Alright, honey, I’m heading out.” Calum said, slipping on his shoes by the door.
“Okay.” You responded simply, not looking up from your phone. You were hiding your smirk as best you could, but if Calum looked at you, he’d probably be able to see it.
“Pizza for dinner?” He asked, walking over to you.
You turned your smirk into a smile as you looked up at him.
“Of course.” You said.
He leaned down, connecting your lips for a few short seconds. Your hand moved to cup the side of his face, desperate to keep him there for just a little longer.
He smiled against you, whispering “I love you” against your lips.
When you hummed, he pulled back to look at you, smile still on his lips.
“I love you.” He repeated.
“I know.” You said back, smiling innocently up at him.
His eyebrows furrowed as his smile faltered for a moment.
“What’s wrong? Did I do something?” He asked you.
“What? No!” A laugh spilled out of your lips.
“Okay. I love you.” He repeated, again.
The smirk on your face gave you away, and the look on Calum’s face almost made you fold.
“Really? This is what we’re doing?”
“Mhm.” You hummed.
A smirk of his own graced his lips as he leaned back down, less than an inch away from your face.
“If that’s how you want to be, I guess I’ll just have to do the same.”
He stood up, walking away from you towards the door. Your confident smirk dipped a little at the thought of Calum leaving without truly telling him you loved him.
Within seconds, you were up off the couch, quickly walking over to him. Your hold on his wrist stopped him, and he turned his head to look at you.
The genuine sadness on your face made him fully turn to face you.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay, honey.” He said, pulling you into him.
“I’m sorry.” You said, looking up into his eyes.
“I know.” He said.
“I love you.” You said quietly. “A lot.”
He leaned down, connecting your lips once again.
“I love you, too, sweetheart.”
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hey if your requests are open and you want to write it could you write a part 2 to the selfish calum smau please? if not that’s okay. thank you :)
Selfish C.H pt. 2
Calum Hood x gn!reader
part 1
Summary: Calum blows up your phone out of jealousy and you decide it's about time you remind him why you broke up.
TW: reader gets of cheating several times, hella toxic relationship
Text fic: 4 screenshots
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hi hi! so im not sure if you're taking requests? but if you are could you do one that's from the voicemail one? where she gets calums hoodie in the mail & leaves him a voicemail this time? thank you so much!! 💜
Another Voicemail
A/N: bonus points if you catch the taylor reference at the end <3
Pairing: Calum Hood x GN!Reader
Summary: sleeping without you is difficult, but your voice makes everything better
Warnings: none :)
Word Count: 740
Minors DNI
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It had been two weeks since Calum had left you that voicemail, and though you still talked every day, there had yet to be a night where you hadn’t fallen asleep to it.
The sound of his voice, as broken and distorted as it was through the phone, was the only thing comforting you enough to fall asleep.
There were still several weeks left in the tour, and you were anxiously awaiting Calum’s hoodie to arrive in the mail like he’d promised.
But then a third week passed, and nothing. No hoodie, no new voicemails, nothing.
You weren’t sure what had happened. Did it get lost in the mail? Has he not sent it out yet? Does he not plan on sending it to you?
You quickly dismissed those thoughts, knowing full well that he wasn’t going to go back on his promise for any reason. In all reality, they probably just hadn’t come across a place where he could send it from.
Your phone rang from across the room, and you quickly walked over to answer it, slightly confused to see Ashton’s face lighting up your screen instead of Calum’s.
“Hello?” You said.
“Hey! How’s it goin’?” He asked, much too casual for your liking.
“Fine.” You said suspiciously. “What’s going on? You sound weird.”
“I said four words and I sound weird?” He asked.
“Yes.”
There was a pause before he spoke again.
“Alright, fine. Calum hasn’t been sleeping that well. He sent his hoodie out to you a week ago and you haven’t gotten it yet and he’s being, like, weirdly anxious about it.”
You nodded. So he had sent it out. Why wasn’t it here yet?
You were about to answer when your doorbell rang.
“Hang on, Ash, I’ll be right back.” Setting your phone down on the counter, you made your way over to the door, opening it to see a small box left on your doorstep. You smiled.
Perfect timing.
“Just out of curiosity, what time is it where you guys are?” You asked Ashton.
“Uhh, about 11 PM. Why? Was that the door?”
“Yep! Don’t tell him, but his sweatshirt just got here.” You said, picking it up out of the box, immediately bringing it to your face to take in the smell of him.
“Nice!” Ashton replied. “So I'll let you go so you can talk to him.”
You said your goodbyes before hanging up, and you immediately dialed Calum’s number.
He picked up on the second ring.
“Hey, sweets.” He said. You could tell that he was doing his best to sound excited, but the exhaustion was clear in his voice.
“Hi, baby.” You said quietly. “Ash said you’re not sleeping too well. Are you doing okay?”
“‘Course he ratted me out. I’m fine, honey, just miss you is all. Have you gotten my sweatshirt yet? I sent it out like a week ago.”
“It got here about 5 minutes ago.” You chuckled. “But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t already wearing it.”
Calum smiled to himself, the image of you in his sweatshirt bringing him more happiness than he could explain.
“Good. I know it’ll help you with me not being there, and all.” He said.
“Hey, I have an idea.” You said.
“What’s that?”
You smiled.
“I’m gonna hang up, and when I call you again…”
“Don’t answer?” He guessed, chuckling at your antics.
“Correct. I love you, Cal, so much more than I could ever tell you.”
“I love you, too, sweets. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
You smiled, hanging up. You took a few moments to decide what you were going to say before redialing his number, listening as it eventually went to his voicemail.
“Hi, baby. I know you’re having a hard time sleeping right now, but just know that we’ll get to see each other soon. Hopefully much sooner than we currently have to wait. I just want you to know how much I love you, because I don’t think I could ever fully express it in words. I know people tend to say that they love someone to the moon, but I love you all the way to Saturn. I’ll send you something of mine, just so you don’t miss me too much. Get some sleep, honey, you need it. I love you.”
By the end of your voicemail, Calum was sound asleep, a soft smile decroating his face.
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Trying Again
A/N: wow it's been literal EONS since i've written anything !! decided to get back into writing with a little bit of angst, happy ending of course :) i plan on being more active over the coming months (which includes catching up on some requests), and starting to write for some new people ! much luv x
Pairing: Calum Hood x GN!Reader, Platonic!5SOS x GN!Reader
Summary: the way your relationship ended with Calum was rough, but you're finally ready to see him again.
Warnings: mentions of therapy, slight talk of mental health/depression, talk of isolation, negative self talk
Word Count: ~2.2K
Minors DNI
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Ring. Ring.
"Hello?" You spoke into the phone, confused as to why Ashton was calling you so early in the morning.
"Morning!" He responded brightly. "How's it hangin'?"
You smiled at the cheeriness in his voice, picturing his smile from your side of the phone.
"Pretty well, I'd say, considering it's barely 8 in the morning. May I ask why I'm lucky enough to talk to you so early?"
He chuckled.
"I'm having a little get-together tonight, wanted to see if you'd like to come. I know you're not one to come to parties and whatnot but I figured if I gave you enough of a heads-up you might be more inclined to make an appearance."
You thought about it.
You really weren't one for parties, opting to stay in your house nowadays. Going to parties every weekend used to be your favorite activity, until... Well, it's been a few years, it couldn't hurt to go, could it?
"Oh. Thanks for the invite, Ash." You said, biting your lower lip. "Is uh, is he gonna be there?"
Ashton sighed through the phone. He knew about your history with Calum, it was hard not to when he was close with the both of you.
"Probably. I mean, he's one of my bandmates. It'd be kind of a dick move not to invite him."
He was right. He and Calum were thick as thieves, rarely spotting one without the other.
"I'll have to think about it. I'm not sure I'm ready to see him again."
"Listen. I don't want to be rude, but it's been 3 years. How long are you going to let this control you? I think it's about time you started taking your life back." Ashton said, receiving silence from your end.
Flashbacks of the memories between you and Calum played behind your closed eyes. You smiled for a second before you got to the fight. That one fateful night had been the reason you'd isolated yourself for months, refusing to see or speak to anyone.
It wasn't Calum's fault, really. You'd had thoughts about yourself like that for your entire life, but hearing someone else voice them, someone, you trusted? You couldn't come back from that.
The last 3 years had consisted of a lot of therapy, a lot of inner reflection, and a lot of time spent with people who knew better than to bring him up.
"I'll call you later, Ash." And with that, you hung up.
You walked into your living room, pacing back and forth, trying to block out the memory you'd tried so hard to erase.
"Oh, c'mon, we all know it's true." Calum's soft voice said, the noise of the party drowning it out and making it hard to hear.
"Know what?" You asked him.
"That you've never been good enough. It's quite obvious, I think."
You froze. What was he talking about?
"Cal?" You started, "what are you talking about?"
He looked over at you, immediately trying to fix what he'd done.
"No no no, not like that. You've always been good enough for me-"
"Then what the hell are you talking about? Why would you say that?"
"Baby-"
"No. I don't know why you said that or why you thought it was okay but I've fought for years to get past that and you have the nerve to bring it up? After everything you've seen me go through."
You tossed the remainder of the drink in your cup at his chest, tears blurring your vision as you made your way out of the house. You weren't sure how long you walked for, but at some point, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist as Luke dragged you kicking and screaming into his car.
He took you home and watched your breakdown in real-time. He thought about leaving a few times before you stomped off to bed but decided he would rather stay and make sure you didn't do anything you'd regret.
That was the last time you'd seen Luke. You couldn't even look him in the eye anymore, even if it's been 3 years. He saw a side of you that you'd hidden from the world, and you couldn't take that back.
You wiped the tears off your face, pulled out your phone, and called your therapist.
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One long, advice-filled talk later, and you were getting ready to head over to Ashton's.
I'll be there.
Ashton pulled out his phone at the quiet ding! it let off. He read your text, immediately walking into the other room to tell the guys.
"Good news, guys, Y/N's going to be there!"
Michael's head snapped over to look at Calum, Luke's jaw dropped, and Calum couldn't look at any of them.
"How'd you pull that off?" Luke said. ""I mean, god, I haven't seen them since... and that was how long ago?"
"3 years, 2 months, and 13 days." Calum said quietly, trying to remain composed.
Silence fell over the room, no one knowing what to say.
Calum was the first to leave, and the rest of them decided to call it a day.
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The party started at 6, but you needed a little more time to compose yourself.
You walked up the steps to Ashton's house at 6:45, taking a few moments to prepare yourself.
Pushing the door open, you were immediately met with a sight all to familiar; bodies crammed together in a space too small, red solo cups in hands, and music blaring from speakers somewhere in the room.
You pushed through the crowd, hoping to spot Ashton before anyone recognized you.
"Y/N?" A voice said from behind you.
Just my luck.
"Hey, Luke." Turning around, you could almost cry at the sight of him. He'd changed quite a bit since you'd last seen him, as had you, so you both spent a few seconds taking the other in.
Luke couldn't get another word out before your arms were wrapped around his neck, pulling him into a long-awaited hug.
His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close.
"No way, is that Y/N?!" An excited voice called.
You pulled back from Luke, barely wiping your tears before Mikey pulled you in for a hug.
You laughed into his neck, elated at seeing him again.
"Oh, my god! I missed you!"
"I missed you, too, Mikey."
You pulled back, getting a good look at him.
"Do either of you happen to know where Ash is?"
"Yeah, I think he's in the backyard," Luke said. "But I, uh, I also think he's out there."
You nodded, giving them a small smile as you walked to the door to head outside.
Taking a deep breath, you slid the door open, scanning the yard for Ashton.
When you finally spotted him, you took in who was surrounding him, none of which were Calum.
You walked over to him, ignoring the looks and whispers as you did, and met him in a hug.
"I'm glad you came." He whispered to you.
"Me too."
He pulled back first.
"You haven't seen Cal yet, have you?"
You shook your head. "No. I'm not sure what I'm going to do when I do."
"It might be difficult, but I think you should talk to him. Not forgive him, not take him back, but I think it would help both of you to talk about what happened."
You barely had time to process his words before Calum caught your eye. All the muscles in your body tensed, white noise filling your ears as everything around you went silent. Closing your eyes, you tried to keep it together.
Ash placed a hand on your shoulder, bringing you back to the moment.
You met his eye, swallowing at the small nod he gave you.
You gave him as much of a smile as you could manage before you turned and started walking in Calum's direction.
Calum met you halfway, both of you standing a few feet apart in the middle of Ashton's backyard.
You weren't sure how this was going to go - who would talk first? What would they say? Should you stay here or go somewhere else?
Questions swirled around in your head but you knew what you really wanted. What you really needed.
Without thinking of the consequences or the memories, you reached out, wrapped your arms around his neck, and pulled him into a hug.
His arms immediately wrapped around your waist, holding you as tightly as he used to, like he was afraid to let go.
Minutes went by as the two of you stood there, but you didn't care. As much as it hurt to see him again, nothing would ever compare to the feeling of being in his arms.
You pulled back, both of you wiping tears away, and spoke before he got the chance.
"Before you say anything, I want you to know that I forgive you. You might not think you deserve it, and for a while, I didn't think you did either. But I've done a lot of healing, and a lot of therapy these last few years. And I need you to know that I forgive you for what you said."
He nodded, attempting to process what he was hearing. He never thought he'd see you again, let alone speak to you, so to hear you say you forgive him was something he thought he'd only hear in his dreams.
"I..." he started. "God, I never thought I'd hear that. And you're right, I still don't think I deserve your forgiveness. I was a dick, and I never should have thought that let alone said it. But, fuck, I've missed you so much. I didn't know what to do with myself for the longest time. I was skipping rehearsals and writing sessions, and I was blocking out the only people who could help me. You were the only thing I was living for at one point, and then I lost you."
His words began to sink in, and the overwhelming urge to comfort him washed over you.
"I know you say you forgive me, but I'll probably never forgive myself. All I ask is a chance to prove to you that I'm sorry. Because I am so, so fucking sorry."
You held his eye contact for a few seconds before you slowly began nodding your head.
"We'll have to go slow. It's going to be hard for a while, and I really need you to try. For me. But I think... I think we can give it another shot."
"Yeah?" He said, smile beginning to take over his face.
"Yeah." You said, smiling back at him.
He picked you up, spinning you around as you laughed into his neck. He put you down, resisting the urge to lean down and connect your lips.
The boys watched this happen and knew that one day, it'd be back to how it was. The hardships and the heartbreak would be gone, and it would be the two of you again.
How it always should've been.
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5 months later
You walked through the doors of the recording studio, making your way back to the room that the boys typically hung out in during their lunch break.
Walking through the familiar halls was surreal, and you took your time, looking at everything that you hadn't seen for nearly 4 years.
You knocked on the open door, catching the attention of the boys.
Confused looks came from Luke and Michael, but Ashton just smiled.
"Hey! What's this?" Calum said, getting up and walking over to you.
You smiled as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.
"I thought I'd bring you lunch." You said, watching as his eyes lit up.
"Oh, you're truly the best. What would I do without you?" He said, still smiling.
The two of you glanced over his shoulder to see the smirks on the rest of the boys' faces, and Calum immediately ushered you out.
"Let me walk you to your car, yeah?" You snickered at his protectiveness, waving at the boys but allowing Calum to lead you.
Stepping outside, Calum walked you all the way to your car as promised. You leaned against the side of it, looking up at Calum as he stood in front of you.
"Thank you." He said.
"Of course." You responded. "Gotta keep you energized to deal with those three."
He laughed, and you soaked up the sound, bathing in the happiness that radiated off of him.
He opened your door, muttering a quiet "yeah yeah yeah" as he did so.
"I'll stop by later?" He asked you.
You nodded, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
"Of course. I'll be waiting."
He smiled, waving at you as you pulled out and began to drive away.
He walked back into the studio, preparing himself to face the guys again. The smirks on their faces said enough.
"Shut up." He said, sitting down in his spot and digging into his food.
"No one said anything." Luke said, holding his hands up in defense.
Laughter sounded around the room, and they all watched as Calum couldn't wipe the smile off of his face.
"I'm glad they're back, mate." Michael said.
"Yeah, I can tell how happy they make you." Ashton said.
Calum blushed, ducking his head.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm really happy."
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Hi!!! I would love to request one where it’s calum with shy/ socially anxious!reader where he can just tell when her social battery is about to run out or he steps in to a conversation she’s struggling with. And if she gets overwhelmed and overstimulated he’s like calming her down and just in general being so gentle and a kind soul
If you don’t like the idea no worries just a thought I’ve had :)
A/N: hey! sorry it took forever for me to get to this. i hope this is what you had in mind, but feel free to send another if it wasn't :)
Pairing: Calum Hood x GN!sociallyanxious!reader
Summary: Calum calms you down when the crowd gets to be a little much
Warnings: depiction of overstimulation
Word Count: 910
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Crowds were never your thing. The volume, the number of people crammed into a much too small space - it was awful.
That said, you never missed one of Calum’s shows. Sure, you’d be backstage away from the bulk of screaming fans, but that didn’t stop you from feeling a little anxious. But feeling a little on edge was something you were willing to go through to be there for Calum.
There was another show tonight, and you knew the crowd would be off the rails. There was a buzz in the air an hour before the show started, and you could hear the sheer amount of people yelling in anticipation.
You could feel your heartbeat pick up, but reminded yourself that you wouldn’t be surrounded by hundreds of people like the fans were.
Calum walked over to where you were sitting, crouching down in front of you to get a better look at your face.
“Y’alright, dove?” He asked, reaching a hand out to rest on your knee.
You nodded. “I’m fine, Cal. Just a lot of people out there.”
“Yeah, sounds like it. You’ll be backstage with the girls, though, and you know they’ll help.”
You nodded again, bringing one of your hands to Calum’s cheek. You leaned in, pressing a kiss to his nose.
“I’m so proud of you, Cal.” You whispered.
You watched his eyes close, a small smile lifting up the corners of his mouth.
“Thank you.” He said.
“Cal! Let’s go!” Ashton yelled, and the two of you looked over to see the rest of the boys leaving to head on stage.
Calum stood up, leaning down to press his lips to yours.
“Kill it, baby.” You told him, watching him quickly leave the room.
You made your way backstage a few minutes later, listening to the excitement of the fans grow by the second. Your breathing started to pick up slightly, but you ignored it as the show started.
You made it through the rest of the show without a problem, dancing and singing along with the music.
Calum walked off stage and immediately brought you into his arms.
“That was incredible, baby! You did amazing!” You said excitedly, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
His happiness was contagious as his smile grew, laughter bubbling up inside of him.
“It was awesome! Oh, the fans were incredible, it’s truly something to play live.” Calum said, looking down at you.
The two of you followed everyone back to the dressing room, collecting your things so you could go back to the hotel.
You were so caught up in the post-feeling happiness that Calum carried with him that you completely forgot about the crowd of fans likely waiting outside.
And there they were.
You heard the screaming first, wincing at the thought of being surrounded by that many people. Then you saw them. You could faintly see the bus behind them, but you knew it would be a fight to get to it.
And the fans weren’t there for you. They were there to see the people who changed their lives, and you knew that they wouldn’t care if you had to fight your way through them.
Calum squeezed your hand before you stepped outside, quickly getting separated as he was swept away in the crowd.
You tried to push through the fans, but they were a solid wall. You made it about halfway through before you couldn’t get past anymore of them, accepting your fate.
You brought your hands up to cover your ears, closing your eyes as you attempted to calm down. When you felt someone’s hand on your back you nearly screamed, until you saw Ashton’s worried face looking down at you.
He led you through the crowd and onto the bus, sitting you down on Calum’s bunk while he grabbed you a bottle of water. You took a few deep breaths, but you were so anxious it hardly did anything.
You managed to take a few sips of water before you moved back, pressing your back against the wall, closing your eyes.
Ashton didn’t go very far, keeping an eye on you until Calum made his way out of the crowd.
Luke made his way onto the bus next, worry flooding his face as he looked at you.
“Is Cal still out there?” He asked Michael as he walked in.
“If he’s not in here then I assume so.” He said, glancing behind him, trying to spot Calum.
Luke walked over to the door, spotting Calum still making his way through the crowd. He knew it would be pointless to yell to him, so he grabbed his phone instead.
Calum’s head shot up when he got the text, finding Luke’s worried face. He politely made his way through the rest of the fans, going as fast as he could manage.
He immediately made his way to his bunk, dropping his bag down as he climbed in with you.
“Hey, sweets.” He said.
You finally opened your eyes, thankful to see Calum sitting next to you. You turned your body into his, wrapping your arms around him.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little overwhelmed. I’ll be okay in a few minutes, just need a break.” You told him.
He wrapped his arms tighter around you, humming a song quietly as you drove away. You smiled into his chest. He always knew exactly how to calm you down, no matter the situation.
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