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afatallovesong · 2 years

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Hello! I absolutely loved 364 😩😩 I was wondering if you could write a smut fwb where calum gets really jealous because y/n decided to go out since he forgot -again- he had made plans with her… maybe they choose the same club? Problems in paradise? Idk 🫠

Thank yoou

I kinda took this and ran with it

Unbelievable

A Calum Hood one shot

18+, Smut, NSFW

Word Count: 10659

Is it lonely where you are? He’d asked, message flickering across your phone screen before you could slide it into your pocket. He had some nerve to stand you up and still expect you to be waiting for him, right where he’d left you, to slide into your messages hours later proving you correctly just how much of an afterthought you really were. You would not be waiting, no, you wouldn’t be doing that, you would never do that again. A party wasn’t the exact event you’d seen yourself in this evening but after a couple of hours its where you were, where you ended up as a last resort. You knew it was on, so you took your chance to attend, the first one you’d bothered to go to in months, since you met him.

You hadn’t wondered too hard about what might have kept him. You hadn’t even demanded that he tell you. It was tiresome to ask, it was more so to pretend, to pretend like it didn’t crush you, like his actions had no consequence on you, when that’s all they had, endless consequences. You didn’t come to drink and forget, you didn’t come to move on and latch onto someone else, you knew you were in deep, deeper than you had anticipated but even with the hopelessness you felt, at the way he'd let you down for the third time, there was something about him that kept you in place. If another guy would so much as dare to lay a finger on you, you’d shrink back as if the touch had been a poison your skin could not contain. The touch of anyone else was a venom, he was your only antidote, he must know that and that’s probably why he ran.

You cross the room to the drink’s table, so many bodies to fight through on your way, none that gave you any feeling, any sensation. A bump of a stranger’s elbow into your rib hadn’t even hurt, it was like they hadn’t been there at all, like you were numb to their presence, only feeling him only responding to him, a blessing, and a curse. Your phone felt like it was burning a hole through your pocket, keeping your thoughts well and truly placed upon the messages rolling onto your lock screen. Had you any will power at all?

With a newly made drink in your one had, your other desperately tapping your thigh to the beat of the song, the song you couldn’t even comprehend with the muffling symphony of chatter, you tried to stay away. Just one night away. Didn’t you deserve one night? No. You deserved what you wanted and what you wanted was everything you couldn’t access from surrounding yourself in a pool of drunken 20 somethings. “Cant even check your phone now.” The first notification. “Leaving me out to die here,” the second. “I know I’m late.” This was when you sighed, moving the phone to rest against your leg with the screen facing away. It pulsed again. “Didn’t think I’d ever catch you here.” Here? Here as in, this party?

You fought the urge to look up, its what he’d have wanted, what he’d have been counting on. Although it pained your curiosity to avoid a glance, you kept your head down, mentally praising yourself for it, the longer you lasted. The next notification would surely catch you. “Can’t even look at me princess.” You didn’t read it, you heard it, it was clear as day in your mind. If you closed your eyes for a moment you could picture it too, those deep umber eyes, the smirk, the dimples, and creases at the sides of his lips and the head tilt, mustn’t forget the way he tilted his head like a confused little puppy despite him knowingly having dominance over you, not the other way around. He was testing you, and you were not prepared for this exam. Enough was enough, you thought.

He'd stayed calm, watching you from across the room, so sweet so fucking ignorant. You tried to act out, as if you were so much better than him, so different to him, you were the same. You played him like a fool. You reeled him in, filled his mind with nothing but you for days, for weeks on end and then you drop him. You leave him with nothing the moment he has other plans, the moment he suspects that you may even share a glimmer of the same compassion he’d developed so easily for you.

The first time he allowed it, it was his mistake, his mess to clean, he knew he fucked up, he couldn’t admit to it in front of you, but he knew. He’d doubted you, doubted things with you, how was he deserving of you? The pout on your lips as he clarified his excuse had him ready to drop to his knees and beg for your forgiveness, but he wouldn’t, or he couldn’t, he wasn’t even sure at this point which it was. He had to sit it out and give you both the space you’d seemed to require, a chance to breathe without you burdening his every breath. The worst part was that he hadn’t even minded. Hell, he’d quit oxygen and survive on you alone if he could, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t. Could he?

The second offence, he had crossed wires, his plans falling consecutively. He’d gone to cancel with his friends without a shadow of a doubt casting over his decision but if they’d inquired, if they’d only mentioned your name, he’d have blabbed, he couldn’t possibly help himself. You were his past time, his night, his day, but not his. He couldn’t say that you were either. He couldn’t dismiss his friends for a night with his girl because that was so not what you were. He wasn’t even sure if you’d ever wanted to be, not when you kept your phone in your back pocket, right for him to see, there for him to reach and grab and throw across the room because that’s how easily you had discarded him. That’s how hurt he’d felt. Like all the time he’d spent with you had been nothing but a dream.

As far as you were concerned, there were no benefits in your arrangement, not anymore all there was, was befuddlement. Lines crossing so closely, once parallel, now perpendicular, a blur of what you once were. It was fun, it was mind numbingly fun in the best way as you started. You’d slept together right under this roof, just a floor above where you stood now, never being one to slip away at a party until he’d barely twisted your arm to the idea. You’d never seen yourself with him, you’d fancied him, might have even sworn you’d climb him one day, never saw it actually happening until it had, then you couldn’t think of much else.

It was his eyes you see, so convincing, the plumpness of his lips on your neck may also have helped but you couldn’t be certain, you didn’t want to be certain, it could have been a number of things. Perhaps even the hand that rested on your waist, the fingers that gripped your hip intensely enough for you to focus on nothing else but the way his fingers might have felt just a fraction closer to your soft skin hidden beneath your dress. His whispers in your ear had seemingly pushed you though, a brushing of hot air on your right lobe and he was close enough to watch your vein vibrating at the side of your throat, the speed of your heart beat reaching an almighty pace at the performance he was giving you, how precious was all he’d thought.

It wasn’t the night of your life. It wasn’t even close to the hottest encounter you’ve shared with someone, as a stranger or otherwise. It was an unsophisticated quickie in a friend of a friend’s bedroom, nothing cute, nothing romantic, nothing to tell. You had wondered if it was even worth apologising to your shared acquaintance. If it was good enough to mention to a friend, without much regret in soberness. There was something you had plaguing your mind. There were reasons to find his rushed touches so satisfying. The way he’d taken you, the location he’d taken you in. He’d deliberately chosen the dresser against the window. He’d sparked your appetite the moment he slammed you up against it, albeit clumsily, but exhilarating all the same. It was all about the location.

You’d let him drive you home that night, almost certain you’d never wish to see him again, not that he wasn’t attractive or worthy of your attention, you just didn’t feel like beginning something, something you couldn’t finish, or even want to finish. You instead exited his vehicle without turning back with so much as a wave of reassurance as you’d made it inside your house, as safely as you could. You’d gone to sleep that night prepared to let the story line fall flat on it’s face, never to be picked up again, certainly not to be read. Your mind had not allowed you a moment of peace. The window, you close your eyes, and you were once again plush against it. Why had it invaded your most private thoughts?

He'd debated asking for your number as he drove you home, mouth opening, bottom lip quivering as he fought to find the words. There was a biting feeling at the back of his neck, tugging on his conscience. If he let you go, he’d be missing out on so much, so much he wasn’t even aware of at the time. He’d be letting a golden opportunity fade into the distance, untouchable. He’d known it wasn’t a mind blowing fuck as you’d both promised each other it would be, and usually that was enough to him to move along and let it slide but with you, no, there was no moving on from you. Not when he hadn’t shown you his best. He wanted to show you his best. He had to have you, was all he thought, he’d already had you, but he had to have you again and again, every day if he must although he wasn’t sure why he felt so strongly about it.

He'd not seen you in a week. Attended the same party, the one thrown seemingly every day even if that wasn’t so eccentric to believe. Oddly enough, he hadn’t been hoping that you’d be there. It was rather the opposite. He’d sought to replace you, to find himself repeating the steps of the week before but this time having it be thoughtless, having it be done and dusted the moment he parted. He was seeking a rebound for someone he hadn’t even known enough to require getting over, but there he was, scouting the room for remnants of a physical touch he’d hoped you weren’t the only one to provide.

He'd seen you. Slyly entering the room, less than a bounce in your step as you found a seat on the arm of a chair. You were partially listening to the couple seated beside you on the loveseat. Your head tilting or nodding in acknowledgment the moment their eyes had to looked upon you to do so. You did your due diligence to respond to every social queue lay in your way. You had smiled, you had laughed, and you had tied your hair up with a scrunchie that was placed across your wrist twice. You had applied it when you first took your seat, fanning yourself with your hand to express your struggle with the humidity lying in the room. You had then released your hair, shaking it out as temperature was more to your liking. Then to his amusement you had tied it again, nodding as you repeated the steps he’d already memorised.

He’d found himself glad that you were here. There was a comfort in your presence even if he had not wanted that to be the case when he arrived. Your indecisiveness had touched him. He was often described in a similar way. Had you been the same as him? It would be a criminal offence to avoid your temptations now that he had gained them now that he could think of nothing else for the rest of that evening until he’d been weak enough to break away from a draining conversation himself. Latching onto your arm as you walked by, and he was opportunistic enough to use you as his excuse to find freedom.

The two of you had developed immensely from there. Days turning to weeks, weeks turning to months, feelings turning to self-doubt, to betrayal even, the betrayal of a promise. He’d broken a promise with you again. To keep things casual, to have fun, to never attend a party here again for the sake of your friends, for the sake of the secret. He could not step away from you. Your hands were always reaching for him, pulling his puppet strings towards you. He was a weak man when you were around. He had wanted to touch you so fiercely you’d sworn not to be around each other while in the company of others, to prohibit any questions, to rewrite your story in a way that hadn’t been damning but that was exactly what it was.

You’d wanted to answer him. You’d stared for far to long in any direction that couldn’t have been his and you were losing your grip on reality. If you had answered, if you had gone over, how would you feel? There were so many options but the most prominent, was scared. You were scared to let it slip how you’d missed him, how it had hurt that you weren’t important to him, that you had no right to even think for a moment about the last point since there was no reason for you to mean anything to him at all. You were just a body, just a vessel for him to use. It had felt good, it had felt better and better each time. The more you knew each other, the way you had learned from each other.

You weren’t sure bodies could entwine quite the way they did. How it was flooding your subconscious with the realisation that sex had never felt nearly as good as how it had with him. As if you were made to please each other, a feeling so preposterously sickening. It was embarrassing to believe there was even the slightest chance he was made for you, but you had allowed the scenario to play on in your mind on several occasions.

Your bodies had loved each other. Even if it was just your physical needs that had met in such a way. There was no denying how your body would react to his, his touch never being enough, you needing to force him to touch you harder, to force your chest or your hips into his hands, to let it be clear that you were willing to have a side of him he’d often been told to supress. A roughness no lover of his had been capable of enjoying, sure they’d attempt it, worth a try, worth testing the waters never to paddle there again but you had enjoyed it. You were cautious at first, taking things one step at a time but you’d adapted, you’d ruminated the image of him working you harder, you’d found yourself wanting it more and more with every day.

How scandalous to be desperate for punishment, for pain, for a fucking so intense you’d question whether he cared for your life at all. You were starting to see that he did. His aftercare had always been there, he had cleaned you, he had given you water, he had caressed your burning skin, your stinging wounds across your neck, he had been gentle with you. It was different as the weeks had gone on, there was more that he could do for you, more he’d wanted to do even if you didn’t need the excessive attention. He would dress you; he would rub soft circles into your hips as they were inflamed from the brutality of his thrusts. He’d known a nibble on your ear lobe was as sweet as it was sexy, a sure fire way to calm you into a static state. He’d memorised where your clothes had been, what each draw of your dresser had contained so he could be of more use to you. No man could go to such lengths without an emotion lying beneath it.

Nothing had been confessed. You’d tied it down to the ideology that some things hadn’t needed to be heard to be in existence. It would have been nice if there was a way to know, to see beneath the surface without breaching it but there hadn’t seemed like there was. Instead of asking outright you’d just glossed over the feeling. Even as he kissed you goodbye, as he did without fail, every time he left you, you had not found the courage or the time to speculate his desires for you. A kiss goodbye so often a romantic gesture but not where he was concerned, not where you were stood, hoping you wouldn’t even have to say a goodbye in the first place. He always lingered there too, in the door way, smiling down at you, cupping your cheek in his surprisingly soft hands. If he could just show you, if he could just let you know, you’d love to just know.

His lack of arrival on dates you’d agreed upon in advance was the straw that had very nearly broke the camel’s back. You were so heavily offended by the lack of appearance that you’d vowed to yourself you wouldn’t let him back in again, that this was the sign, this was the communication you’d been manifesting. He’d revealed his unchanged intentions with you. There was no room in his day for you let alone his heart. It was a silly thing to imagine you ever having been on the same page. You taking his actions, his sweet touches, his private moments as more than they were ever meant to be. You were foolish in your hope, foolish in your assumptions and foolish for catching his eye across the other side of the room.

Your feet couldn’t carry you any faster out the front door. Opening it so abruptly you feared the hinges would be knocked clean off. You raced down the driveway, all too aware of footsteps trailing behind you. You’d told yourself repeatedly not to look behind you, not to supply him with that power. You twisted your neck a smidge. Enough to see a red shirt adorning a body that was not even remotely close to his. He hadn’t even bothered to chase you. You had found yourself shattered into a million shards soaring down against the sidewalk beneath your feet. If you could disintegrate into a spec of glass, small enough to be a grain of sand, it still wouldn’t accurately describe how small you were left feeling.

“You’ve got some nerve you know that.” A confrontational attack if ever you’d heard one. Your body swung around to face your well known accuser. “Me?” You gestured to yourself in shock. He nodded, no comprehension of the fact you had done nothing wrong, that it was him who had caused this scene to make it into the movie it was panning out to be. “You moan that I wasn’t there for you but when I reach out you don’t even bat an eyelid in my direction.” He pointed to you, fingers jabbing the air to express his undeserving rage. “You didn’t show!” You whisper yell, anxious of the scene being deafeningly loud to the rest of the street. “You come to this stupid party, one you swore you’d never go to I might add, then you have the cheek to call me out.” He crossed his arms over his chest, left foot tapping against the concrete, head nodding, his hair flowing with it.

“You’re at this stupid party.” Was all he said. “That’s it, that’s what you have to respond.” He nodded; lips glued shut. “Unbelievable.” You sigh. “You know what, no, actually scratch that, completely believable.” His hands start to grip at the long sleeves of his band shirt, the friction between you beginning to unnerve him, to push him to the edge of the cliff he’d forced himself onto the moment he left you waiting for him that evening. “I wouldn’t even be here tonight if you’d just turned up like you were supposed to.” Despite the way you’d yelled, he couldn’t help but think about kissing you. You looked so cute stomping your feet, physically unable to stand still as you expressed yourself, the pouting of your lip was calling him.

“I don’t know why I expected a level of honesty when that’d exactly what we aren’t.” You were not honest; you were not anything. Your eyes suddenly being able to look anywhere else but at his own had driven your words into him as harshly as a double decker bus could have. He was left just as wounded on the side of the road, fighting for his life as much as any casualty of a collision would. He would not see fit to rest until you were soothed.

“I don’t wanna do this anymore.” He said, dragging your worst fears out into the open air, kicking his feet against the ground, hands slipping into his pockets as he swayed to the beat of his own song. “You don’t want to do this anymore.” You repeat to allow the words to be interpreted correctly. “You don’t want to do this anymore, you.” You said again. “You’re an asshole.” You stepped back, eyes watching his as you drifted out of his reach for the final time. His heart had jumpstarted, revving back to life, pumping harder than it had in years. It wasn’t the only body part sparking to action, no, his legs, they were chasing you before he’d even had the thought.

“I want you.” He yelled after you as you rushed yourself down the street, scared to trip at the speed you had found yourself stepping into. “Please.” Another yell. Had he not just remarked the opposite? His distain was already a written decree. A thundering of footsteps bombarded their way over to you, the loud and unmistakable beating of his sneakers across the ground filling your senses to the brim. “Don’t you fucking walk away from me.” A harsh grip lands on your right arm, your body lurching backwards, falling into his chest. His tone was gruff, maybe there was desperation hidden somewhere beneath, but for the most part, he was commanding. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t terrified.

Not in the sense that you found his action to be intentionally harmful or sinister in any way but instead with the looming repercussions of your disobedience if you’d ever allow yourself to be close with him again. He looked at you with a fear and fragility in his eyes that you’d never spotted him wearing before. His head tilting just a smidge to the left, his large eyes dark but soft. He was afraid to lose you. If he was so scared, why had he pushed you into it? You wanted to melt, to give him the benefit of the doubt, another chance but where would it leave you this time?

“Let me take you home.” He’d wanted nothing more than to force his forehead against yours while he pleaded with you, but he thought better of it. He’d settle for stroking your hair and feeling your breathing relaxing as you fell for his touch. He hadn’t needed a response, no permissions were necessary in the slightest, you knew as well as he did that you would be allowing exactly that. You had an irrational sense of responsibility, to do as you were told even if he’d not deserved the chance to unleash his feeling on you at all. The good in you had wanted to witness the good in him.

He took you home, before you could open your door and make your getaway he’d locked it, foiling your plans. It had been a comfortable ride. You hadn’t thought it would be, not after your spat but it just was. You could sit in any kind of silence with him and be grateful for the time. The idea of leaving it all behind, ending what you had, hurt more than a punch.

His hands had hovered over the console at least 5 times, he wanted to touch your thigh, he’d stared, wishing he could but it wasn’t worth the swot if you hadn’t wanted his hands near you. He’d felt the same calmness as you. The chill in the air, perhaps orchestrated by the atmosphere between you or it was in fact just a cold summer night. When he’d spotted the goosebumps climbing your thighs he’d wanted to throw his jacket right over you, incessantly needing to protect you, to care for you. You were his to care for, he felt like his true purpose on this earth was to look after you better than he ever could himself. That’s why he needed to level with you.

No longer able to act as if you weren’t the one thing keeping him going these days. That your smile was so stunning, rarer than any gem stone. That your laugh had made his stomach flip every single time he heard it, the sweetest sound, he just fucking fell to mush for you. The hard edge he once had, the coolness his friends had admired him for, he was burning up around you, he was hotter than a furnace when he loved you and shit, he had loved you. He still loved you, he would always love you.

“I gotta be honest.” Your face lifted, eyes meeting his before he darted them around to the steering wheel. “There’s more here right?” He lay his palms out flat on his lap, palms facing the sky. “Like I’m not the only one feeling it right?” You’d never heard his voice so shaky, so uncertain. You just looked at him. It was like he wasn’t even talking at all, like he didn’t just say what you were hoping he would. You just kept looking at him, losing yourself in his eyes, his equally lost eyes. “You’re not saying anything, is that you saying something? Is that your answer?” He mumbled. “If that’s your answer that’s okay.” He continued rushing. He reached to flick the button to unlock your car door. Your heart started thudding against your chest, no, no he couldn’t set you free now, not now, not after this.

“Shit you know, you can go its okay, I’ll leave you alone.” His hands reached up to cover his face in his mortification. His heart was sinking so low, how stupid was he to think this ambush would be anything other than idiotic. “Cal.” Your voice softly spoke, not loud enough for his pounding heart beat to allow him to hear. “Oh, for fuck sake Calum, shut up.” You silence him. He stares at you wide eyed, hands dropping into his lap once more. “You pissed me off today.” You stated. “You really pissed me off.” It was more of a warning this time. “Why did you do that?” He blinked a couple times, trying to find an answer somewhere in his scrambled brain. “I chickened out.” He sighed. You laughed. “You what?” He hurt you because he was a coward, how did that work, he’d been fucking you for months, what was so scary at this stage, he’d seen every side to you, front and back, clothed and unclothed.

“Cut the bullshit.” You snap. “I don’t accept your excuse.” You reach for the handle, almost forcing a better response from him or you walk out for good, not that you actually had the guts yourself to stay true to that idea, but that was for you to know and him to find out, or in this case, not to find out. “I thought if I pushed you away it would give me some room to breathe.” So, you were smothering him. “Not like, not like I was seeing too much of you I just meant like, God do you know how much I think about you?” You sat back, body sinking into the seat beneath you as he continued. You were a sucker for every word out of that pretty mouth of his.

He'd turned his body sideways to give you his full attention, now or never. “Sometimes I think your name is my favourite word in the entire world, cause its all I hear, all I think of.” You bit harshly on your bottom lip, not entirely sure what you had been expecting but you could confidently say, it was not that, you would never have thought it would be that. “You hurt me.” He nodded, accepting it. “You hurt me too.” You also nodded, accepting it. “Not in the good way either.” You rolled your eyes, not in the way he liked. “Are we good?” He asked, he knew that you were, but he’d be damned if he didn’t hear you say it. “No.” You respond. “No?” He quirks a brow, a smirk flickering onto his face. You take a breath, shaking your head. “No.” You say again. “And why’s that?” He leans in closer to you, not too close, but close enough for you to squeal internally, the mood had shifted drastically, and you were so very excited. “Because you owe me.”

He laughed deeply under his breath. “I owe you.” He repeats, hands returning to the wheel or just beside it, pulling the keys from the ignition, shoving them into his pockets in a way that made your body tingle with excitement. He looked at you, out of the corner of his eye. “Sure, I owe you, how will I be repaying this debt.” You found a smirk yourself, shifting onto your knees in the seat, leaning over to bring your face in close to him. The proximity had his thoughts swirling around in his head. He could see so many fantasies being carried out right here, right where you were situated, all with you. “Lets go inside.” Was all you said. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

He'd shot out of the car, you the same, the doors slamming so loud, but you didn’t even take a moment to cringe at the thought of disturbing your neighbours this time around. He locked the car, rushing behind you as you forced your key in the lock, his hands already cupping your ass, grabbing at your hips. His lips were pressed into your hair at the top of your head while he assaulted you with his needy hands. A smack to your cheek had you ready to drop the keys and take him where he stood, thankfully his hand came around you to help you jam it inside the lock, steadying your hand, turning the key instead, if he hadn’t assisted you, you’d never have made it inside. “There you go baby, good job.” So condescending, so undeniably sexy. You could hardly remember there being friction between you at all.

Once inside he had you pinned against the door, his tongue sliding into your mouth, hands roaming across your body. He had unzipped your dress, letting it fall to the ground. There was nothing slow tonight, there wasn’t enough time in the world right now. He needed you and hell you needed him. You bought his hand down between your legs, showing him just how much you had needed. A gasp fell from his lips as he swiped a finger over your clothed cunt. “Shit, baby already?” You pulled his face back to yours, crashing your lips against his. He could feel how hard he was, pressing against his jeans, you’d probably felt it too, body pressed up against him.

Your wetness was slick against his finger even through the fabric of your underwear. He’d stumbled upon the edge of the seams, pushing them to the side, allowing him access to push just one finger inside of you, your mouth dropping open in surprise. “Didn’t think I’d keep you waiting did you?” He watched your eyes religiously as he pulled away before plunging inside of you again. You moaned and he cooed, mimicking you, his left hand grabbing yours, pinning it above your head as he had you trapped in place, fingers working you beautifully. “So nice huh?” You nodded, gasping for him already, almost embarrassed at how easily you were collapsing, so pent up, so desperate. You hadn’t even been horny before, but him, it was all him, he was just so commanding, you’d jump him any time, any place and you’d enjoy it wholeheartedly.

“Gonna take another one for me.” You nodded even though you didn’t have to, he was already circling your throbbing cunt with the additional finger before pressing it into you, beginning to stretch you out. “Mmm, good girl.” He pecked at your cheek the over your nose towards the other. Your eyes fluttered closed as you focused, not sure which sensation was more enjoyable, his kisses had meant so much, after the way he’d come clean about his feelings, they were a whole new chapter under construction, but his fingers, oh god knows you love his fingers. You were rocking your hips into his touch, he was mercilessly driving them into you, filling you up, even going as far as to split them in a scissor like motion just to press against your weakest spot sending your head crashing back against the door.

“Oh baby, you need to be careful.” His eyes showed a slight alarm. “Come on, lets get to your room, can’t let you injure yourself for me, deserve a bed to fuck on at least.” You didn’t even shed a thought for the dress you’d left by the door, you just followed him up the stairs, struck dumb by his fingers. Just like the very first night all over again, anticipation and butterflies were flooding your stomach, a heat swelteringly hot was scolding your cheeks and you entered your bedroom quietly, obediently behind him.

He pushed you down on your own bed, stepping between your legs, lifting your chin in his hands. “You doing okay?” You weren’t sure if he was referring to your head or your heart, but you nodded either way. “Can you give me more than that?” He rubbed his thumb softly over your jaw. “I just want you.” You pressed your cheek into the palm of his hands, looking up at him hopelessly almost. “I just want you so much.” It hurt your heart to say it, it was so ridiculously true, you needed him you would be lost if he didn’t give himself to you. “Say it again for me.” He tapped your cheek to urge you. You did your best to tilt your head back, giving him the eyes that had always broken him down, big, round, full of adoration for the man before you, he was nearly putty in your hands.

He could barely breathe as he waited on you. He knew he’d give into you whether you said it or not because you looked divine, there half naked for him, soaked between your legs just at the thought of him taking you. He was ready to give you whatever you desired, his heavy need to provide for you, if his girl was cock starved then he would be there to resolve that. “I missed you so much.” You mutter, he blinked down at you, swearing his heart was slowing as you spoke. He couldn’t compose himself fast enough. “I want you so bad, need you, want you inside me, please.” His eyes just about rolled back into his skull, a deep groan pouring from his mouth. “Whatever your fucking want.” Was what he wanted to say, what he was aching to say, to give into his little princess but instead, “you think you deserve it?” Was what he said. You tug your bottom lip between your teeth. “Hmm, think you deserve my cock after the way you spoke to me.” You knew it would come back to bite you in the ass.

“Oh, don’t go shy on me now.” He teased with a smile, fighting his every urge to pound you into the mattress already. “I’m sorry.” You whimpered. He tightened his hand around your throat but not enough to obstruct another sentence from you, no, he needed your words. “You’re sorry?” He pushes. “Sorry for what baby. What you sorry for?” You could scream at him, scream for wanting more without these silly games but scream too for how good it was, how much you loved being treated like this, belittled, and degraded. His sharp stare down at you had you shuffling in your seat, thighs squeezing together tight, he had you gagging for it.

“I’m sorry for yelling.” He lifted his spare hand as a fist, now releasing his thumb to count your offences. You cottoned on fast enough to know to continue, he’d loved how you didn’t waste a moment comprehending his actions, his smart little girl. “I’m sorry for running out on you.” His index finger now pointed to the ceiling, his head nodding along, encouraging you more. “I’m sorry for ignoring your texts, for not looking for you at the party.” His middle finger and another were released. “Keep going, one more.” He wiggled his pinky finger. You were wracking your brain trying to think of another, you’d covered it all had you not?

“Come on.” He pushed, you started toying with his belt hoping to distract him. “Nuh uh, one more, don’t cheat, want a clue?” You felt stupid for having to nod your head, letting your hands fall down to your sides. “What did you call me?” He was smiling down at you, enjoying every second that he put you on the spot like this. He could tell the exact moment it came to your mind, your brows shifting as you recollected. “Unbelievable, I called you unbelievable.” He half lifted his little finger up and then down, not quite ready to stretch it yet. “I’m sorry for calling you unbelievable.” You rushed, seeing him finally fix his hand in the air. “I’ll show you unbelievable.” He groaned, pushing you back on the bed.

You made yourself comfortable, pushing back towards the pillows at your head board while he shed his own clothes. Your mouth watered as it landed over his growing erection. You felt a yearning for him, you could die if he wasn’t near you, wasn’t entering you, your body was devastated without him. “Face down baby.” You followed his request, rolling over, pressing your face into your pillow, lifting your hips into the air, leaning heavily on your knees.

He tugged your backside towards him, bending you into a position better suited for him. “Dripping wet for me aren’t you?” You had to sway your hips, had to wiggle them, do something for him, for yourself even. “Impatient are we?” He had no idea how he’d stayed as strong as he had. He was ready to bust just looking at your rear end, but somehow he’d kept it together, if he was cumming tonight it would be inside of you, any hole, any one he wanted, his for the taking. You started to whimper, losing yourself, you could not wait any longer, he’d kept you waiting, kept stalling, why was he stalling, did he not want you? More of the opposite, he’d wanted you too much, so much he didn’t even know if he’d be able to last when he pushed himself inside you, would be overcome by the welcome of your soaking heat wrapping around him.

“Just gotta take these off, then I’m all yours.” He dragged your underwear down over your ass, down your thighs, he lifted your legs one by one to pull the material the rest of the way, quickly tossing them onto the floor before returning his full attention to you. He stood for a second, not psyching himself up exactly but just making sure he remembered this correctly. Where you were positioned for him, how he’d had you needy, drunk on him, how he’d known he loved you, even before you were naked and begging him, he needed to remember this just right.

He hadn’t warned you before his cock pushed past the threshold of your entrance. Your body instinctively pushed forward to retreat from the intrusion, his hands soon seeing to prevent that response. “Oh, fuck.” You cried. Everything, you felt everything, he was so deep, bottoming out inside you, lowering his back to encase yours, rutting his hips even when his cock had nowhere left to go, no further space to fill. You felt him in your stomach, so far inside you. Even the chain that previously dangled from his neck was now tickling your own back, he was so close. “Feel that?” He pressed a kiss to the top of your spine. You just mumble, unable to string together a sentence. “Can’t speak?” You shake your head, hoping he wouldn’t push you. “You okay?” You loved that he had the sense to check. You nod weakly. “Gimme your hand.” You fumble, altering your position to allow him to grip your hand across the sheets, finding comfort in his extra touch.

“Feel how deep I am.” He didn’t rock his hips this time, not wanting to overdo it, to break you so soon. “Made for me.” You mutter. His neck twitches at the comment, had he heard you correctly? “What was that?” He prodded, lips pecking your shoulder as he tried to keep cool, tried not to cum inside you already. “Said you were made for me.” You whine. “You were fucking made for me.” You moaned out the sentence as he pulled back his hips before sinking back down into you. It was less startling now, less painful. He was still deep, still huge inside of you, but you were relaxed now, you had allowed yourself to stop clenching and tightening around him, instead allowing his presence inside of you. “I think you’re right; I think I was made for you.”

He picked up his pace, falling into a familiar rhythm, not one so similar that it had felt boring or less enjoyable no, instead it felt perfect, felt right to you. He wasn’t showing a sign of mercy, your apologies not clearing his need to punish you, you couldn’t even be mad, you wanted this, you had to be shown, had to be told how much of a brat you were. He would give you what you wanted only if you behaved. “Fucking missed this, missed your pussy.” The filth was echoing in your ears. You loved it when he spoke like that, so unnecessarily crude, it made you throb for him.

“Want more?” He grabbed hold of your hips, bringing you back to meet his. “Yes, yes!” You started to cry. “Okay, I’ll give you what you want.” He rocked into you at a lethal place, hammering away, pressing against your insides so hard you’d have an ache there for days. Why had that appealed to you so much? To be left with internal markings as well as the external. To be his inside and out. It was just as he’d said, unbelievable, he was unbelievable. “God yes, yes.” He angled himself, cock pressing upwards, colliding with your most sensitive spot. It was insane the grip you’d had on him, his cock was so tightly taken he thought he’d lose all blood pressure flowing between the two of you. It was good, so fucking good, everything, he’d been wanting, you were so good for him, so hot. He kept his pace, wanting to make it last, to fuck you hard like you deserved but to elongate it, make you wait for your release, if you even deserved one at all, could he be that cruel? Denying you would only mean denial for him too, he felt you best when you came for him.

Your skin was now bunched up under his nails, hips just divinely clawed to pieces while he forced himself into you, skin smacking yours so hard it hurt. You could scream, you could cry his name, but your throat burned, so dry from your desperation, your writhing around from his insane change of pace. “You feel so fucking perfect for me.” He kept your head pushed down into the mattress as if you even needed the direction in the first place, knowing you were unable to lift yourself out of fear you’d finish without his explicit permission. “So good for me, shit baby.” He drew his hips back, his throbbing cock releasing itself from you. You could only sigh into your sheets, awaiting his next move.

He twisted your hips, cock slapping against your back before he flipped you over. You hissed at the street light hitting your eyes through the window, having been plunged into darkness for the last however long he’d drilled into you. Time had seemingly escaped you as he had his way. “You okay angel?” You knew he cared, he was pent up, desperate to release himself in any way possible, sure, but he cared for you far more. He’d noticed your suffering, your thirst. You nod pathetically, attempting to lick over your bottom lip but groaning when the dry muscle produced nothing soothing for you. “Want some water?“ He could continue his fun afterwards at least; your comfort was more important.

You nod again, trying to lift yourself up, leaning back on your arms. He nods to himself, opening the door, leaving it wide open, heading into the bathroom to grab a cup with absolutely no shame, not that he’d needed any, no one was home, but the thought of someone finding you, sprawled out with your legs spread, dripping with sweat and naked like this? It was anxiety inducing, thought provoking and all kinds of perfect.

When he walked back over, you couldn’t help but groan, eyes falling immediately to his hard on, he could control himself so well it was insane, you were wrecked, and he looked like he’d just began. “Enjoying the view?” He teased, bringing his spare hand down to run it over himself, down to the base, gripping his balls tightly then back up again. His confidence had returned. “Drink up, I miss you.” He missed being in you more like. He didn’t trust your shaking out reached hand to take the glass yourself, instead he tilted it down towards your lips, cupping under your chin to catch any droplets that escaped your pretty mouth. You gulped down the water, letting the coolness coat and soothe your aching throat, eyes closing to enjoy the replenishment.

“You good baby?” You nodded as firmly as you could. He nodded back subtly in agreement, acknowledging your response before placing the glass on your bedside drawers. He turned back to you, gripping your cheeks in his hands, pulling your face to his to meet him for a searing kiss. The way his tongue had darted inside your mouth, you’d have thought he was actively trying to absorb the moisture you’d just obtained. He gave you the wettest kiss, whimpering into your skin. He knew he shouldn’t have kissed you. He was done for when he kissed you. Everything in his body told him to take it easy, to show you how loving he could be, how you deserved him to be. He started tonight differently for a reason. You’d tested him and he didn’t deserve that, no, he didn’t deserve that at all. He knew what you deserved, a fuck so hard you’d never want to leave his side again, cock so good it’s all you think about day and night. Oh, he could give you that, he was certain of it.

“Lie back.” You did as you were told, too tired to do anything else. He pulled your legs apart, your hips cracking when he did, usually you’d laugh when it happened, he’d tease you for it, but no, not now, not when this was exactly what he wanted, your body reaching its limits because he decided so, because he owned you. Though you never doubted that. He slid his cock back inside of you while your mind had been elsewhere. You let out a gasp as his thumb came down to your beating clit, your hips lifting, back arching, he shoved you back into the mattress with a sharp thrust of his hips, drawing back before pulsing into you again and again. You were burning up from the inside out, your body coiling, changing, heat flooded between your bodies, he kept his eyes on you, and you, despite your exhaustion, had tried to do the same, keeping yours on his.

You saw his love right there, the flicker of concern for you when you barely warned him of your orgasm, how he’d pondered if it was too much for you to take but no, not when you clenched down on him so tightly that his nostrils flared, that his hips almost ceased all movements. Or that his finger nails that were digging into your spread thighs, were gripping you so tightly you’d have his crescent bruises for weeks. “Oh god, you fucking slut.” He whelped as you gushed out, splashing against him and he drove into you somehow faster than before, dragging your orgasm out, forcing the sensation to continue. He was so incredibly fascinated but not enough to show you mercy, not enough to slow him.

You were choking out a scream, the pits of your stomach filled with the intense upturning, oh you felt incredible, where you were on fire before, now you had been extinguished, you were cool, you were refreshingly cool, you were released, you were soaked. “God I’m gonna fucking cum.” He grunted, pissed that he had to finish so soon, that it had hit him out of nowhere, that you’d surprised him, after all of this time you’d shocked him to the core when you squirt all over his dick. If it wasn’t so fucking gorgeous he’d be desperate to receive that response again. Instead, he had to empty himself inside you, gripping your throat for dear life as he choked out your name, his eyes rolling back into his head, hips rolling into yours, fucking his seed further into you and for a second he’d thought about it, fucking into you till it took, till he knocked you up and wrote you off for good. God he could so easily allow it.

He pulled out, cum pouring from your hole, dripping from his cock onto the sheets beneath you. He sat back on his legs panting loudly, abs tensing and contracting as he came down, only he wasn’t coming down. He looked down to himself, dripping from sweat, cum and everything else you gave him, still solid, still ready. Your eyes too had fallen between his thighs. “Baby.” You moaned. He seemed amused. “What have you done to me?” He groaned, hand reaching down to tug at himself, surprisingly still sensitive despite his eagerness to continue. “Let me taste.” You asked sweetly. His eyes rolled back for a second, his brows furrowed as he contemplated the idea. “Please.” You pleaded.

He pondered it, first you fight him the way you did, in public no less and now you beg for more from him. You want to taste him, after all you’d already done. He was already seething from his release finding him too soon, he knew he wasn’t through with you, not even close, but it had been on his terms before, it had been his decision to take it further, to keep you punished and fucked out beyond belief. It wasn’t fair that this was your idea, wasn’t fair that his cock was twitching, pulsing in anticipation for your lips. His eyes sealed shut as he fought with himself, a slave to you just as much as you were to him. Your throat would have to do.

“Well, when you ask so nicely.” He breathed heavily, his orgasm had shattered him, they often did. He was surprised he’d managed a joke at all with the rate he was breathing. He crawled over to you regardless, his legs on either side of your chest, hands reaching down to cup at your neck but not before you opened your mouth, outstretching your tongue for him. His cock twitched at the black, hollowness of your throat. He shuddered above you. You almost whimpered for him, urging him to continue. He looked down into your desperate eyes, your cheeks hot and sticky from your sweat and tears, your eyes stinging from the excessive amount of liquid pooling beneath your lower lash line. You looked so gorgeous for him. You were effortlessly his wettest dream. He knew deep down how lucky he was to have you gagging for him like this and he’d thank whatever god there was that you were his to use like this but not now, after.

He gripped hard on your throat, opening his own mouth, gathering the saliva on his tongue, spitting it, dripping it down between you, a stringy mess drooping down onto your tongue. The moment it reached you, you whined for him, swallowing it down erotically. He didn’t have you waiting any longer, moving closer to your face, gripping his cock, letting the head rub over your tongue, that you’d kept still just for him. You tasted the saltiness of his cum mixed with the sweetness of your own and you needed more. Your throat had felt so disappointingly empty. You caught his eyes once more urging him to push himself inside you.

He dragged his head slowly from your mouth before pushing back in just a little further before pulling back again and repeating and repeating. His hands guiding himself so gently. You wrapped your tongue around his skin, smothering him with the wet, hot, skilful little tool. You teased over his slit, humming over him as you tasted a bead of cum slipping from it. His hips ground to a halt at the vibrations rushing around him. He couldn’t play fair if you were going to act like that. “Gonna fuck your throat.” He said, pushing himself in, no need to ask your permission, you could take it.

You felt tight, you felt like you couldn’t take it, like your throat would close up and force him out because you couldn’t possibly accommodate his pulsing erection. You gagged, your throat convulsing around him only pushing him to thrust his cock all the way in, filling you so well you didn’t even have the space to gag, he was packed in, no room to swallow around him. He revelled in your heat, in your grip, he stared down into your tearful eyes, you couldn’t keep them open as you fought to breathe against him. His pelvis was pushed so closely into your face that even your nose couldn’t take in the oxygen you’d been lacking from your mouth. You felt light-headedness, you felt your ears ringing, your vision blurring, your lover staring at you, eyes transfixed on you as you were anywhere else but in the room with him. Just as you felt yourself letting go, sinking into your sheets like the heaviest object on earth, he withdrew his cock from you allowing you to catch your breath before he plunged into you again.

Your hands gripped onto his thighs, returning the claw like favour he’d so willingly gifted unto you. “Thought I lost you there.” He teased. “Too scared to tell me it’s too much.” He’d barely brushed past your lips when he started to talk, you were so keen to prove him wrong, you lifted your head, your neck straining as you forced him down your throat yourself, moaning around his dick, withdrawing yourself just to surge forward again, sloppily letting yourself work his length while he continued to grip your neck, watching you in awe. How had he been so lucky to find you? You could take his worst and turn it back on him, taking control the minute, he wavered. You were so besotted with him, so obedient and obsessed that you couldn’t rest, you wouldn’t rest until his cock was drained of every last droplet of his essence. “My girl, so good for me.”

He started thrusting his hips to meet your head as it bobbed over him. “Good fucking slut, taking my dick.” His words were strong considering his wavering stamina. He was feeling the tightness of his dick, how his veins were pulsing, his cock warming, filling with his second release and this was far greater than the first. He never thought he’d ever be contemplating that in his life, that he was capable of such a thing. He’d heard that guys could have multiple orgasms but never once pictured himself being so lucky. But as your gorgeous lips groped over his length he was starting to believe he was capable of just about anything.

“Gonna fill your throat.” He grunted, grip tightening so hard on your neck that he felt his hands gripping his own cock through your skin, his bulging hard on so poorly contained inside of you, he could squeeze your throat and fuck into you, sending him to heaven, oh how you felt like heaven. It was enough, oh god it was enough for him to shoot his load inside of you, yelling out your name, as he dropped his head, his own chin pressing into his chest as he tried to remain calm. You pulled away, before plunging him deep again, straining every last pool of liquid he could spill from himself. When you’d finally released him from your mouth his eyes found yours, hazy and close to tears himself. Your heart was pounding against your chest, beneath him, hell he probably felt it.

He dragged his thighs away from you, kneeling beside your head briefly before he collapsed down on his back beside you, hands reaching out for you immediately. You desperately covered his body with your own, slinking between his legs, your arms crossing over his sternum, your chin resting against them watching him as his breaths were attempting to compose themselves. He stared out towards the ceiling, lost in the madness, the insane feeling that he’d never felt so incredible in his entire life.

“I fucking love you.” He lifted his head, dramatically groaning at the sight of you watching him, pupil’s dilated, full of adoration for the man beneath you. He hadn’t even winced as he said it, hadn’t felt the pressure or the nerves as he confessed it. It was time you knew. You’d barely registered it yourself; the words being so casually stated. He loves you. He fucking loves you to be precise.

You gawp at him with a full heart and soft eyes, because even after destroying you and your ability to function, to even walk across a room, you loved him too. You also felt fulfilled now that you’d pleased him and most of all you wanted to make sure he was okay because above anything else, you were his and you had to look after him like it. He pouted his lips at the lack of your response, fingers reaching to play with your hair, you nuzzled your head lazily into his hands, enjoying his nails scraping delicately over your scalp. Just because he loved you hard, didn’t mean he didn’t love you at all. He adored how he could be relentless and still you wouldn’t see him any differently. You took him in every way, accepted him as no other before you could. You should have seen the signs sooner. “I love you.” You closed your eyes, focusing on the tips of his fingers rubbing lightly over your skin, a relief washing over the both of you.

“Love you so much I can’t even think on my own.” You admit. He quirks a brow at that. “Oh yeah?” He pushed gently. Your fingers start to trace intricate swirls over his chest as you found your words. “You’re my every thought, all the time, every day. I just want to please you, every decision I make is seemingly dictated by you without you even being there.” He was fighting a smile at your exasperation, how you’d complained but secretly enjoyed the thought of it and he couldn’t deny that he’d felt the same. He loved that he’d infected you, he’d infiltrated your every waking moment because you had done the exact same to him. He couldn’t even take a breath without wishing his next would be in your presence. If he wasn’t living for you then he simply wasn’t living at all and he’d honestly not remembered how he’d managed before he met you, there was no way he could have continued an existence without you, he would surely have packed up and died without you ever coming into his life.

“I’m so drunk on you, so addicted baby, I don’t know if I can stop.” He forced his forehead against yours, a grin finding his features with ease, “you don’t ever have to come down from me.” He kissed your lips with enough pressure to tilt your head back. Your fingers tried to grasp at anything they could find to bring you back down to earth, sighing already as his nose was flattening against your own. They rest eventually around the chain clinging to his neck. You were surprised the metal had remained as cool to the touch as it was, finding it so hard not to acknowledge and feel accommodated by the jewellery wrapped around your hand. He chewed sweetly on your bottom lip before pecking you once more and releasing your mouth from his, grinning up at you with the dorkiest, most accomplished look lying awake on his face, you rocked his entire world.

“Wake me in a year.” He sighed, head flopping back into the sheets while you nestled comfortably into his chest, so close to finding slumber yourself but alas, all too aware of the stickiness between your legs. “Nuh uh, shower, sheets, bed.” He thrashed his arms around in a childish tantrum before resting them around you again. “They’re only gonna get dirty again anyways.” You glared down at him the best you could, he was completely right but there was still no way you were sleeping like this. “5 more minutes.” He pleaded, eyes drooping slightly while he spoke, he was almost angelic when he came down after sex, almost.

“No way, you’ll be dead to the world by 3, you get 1.” He didn’t even attempt to fight his case this time, he knew this was the only area where you’d be able to boss him around and get away with it so he let you have your moment of control, praying you yourself would fall asleep under the soft caressing of his fingertips before he had to force himself to move away from his comfortable position, weighed down by exhaustion and the woman of his dreams using him as her cushion. “Times up.” Your voice startled him awake as he’d been drifting. “Unbelievable,” he groaned.

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caramelcal · 3 years

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His Favorite Secret.

“I’m tired of being your secret.”

You can find the rest of the prompts here.

i really took this and ran with it huh...IT’S 4.3K WORDS

warnings: mentions of sex, gangs, alcohol, bondage

kinda obsessed with this gang!luke idea. also, i’m not sure if i wanna make “bambi” the reader or an oc, it works as either i believe? bambi is a nickname btw and i honestly feel like making more parts based on this concept tbh

kinda wanna make another part LMAO idk what i’d do it on though </3

Luke was better to her than anything you could possibly expect. He was surprisingly gentle when it came to her, hugging and caressing her that seemed impossible for the way he was and the life he lived. People saw Luke as the 6-foot-odd man that could rip you apart without an issue, without even breaking a sweat but he was so much more than that.

He was so much more than the leather jacket-wearing gangster that everyone depicted him as; heartless and stoic. He was a great lover if he let people in, and she had never been loved that way with anyone before. Surely though, with his life, there were complications to their relationship.

He was different from other people, more violent, more dangerous. The gang, which was run by Luke and three of his closest friends, Calum, Ashton and Michael, was well-known and feared among many, but they were left alone by the police. The police were aware that they existed, but they didn’t do anything about it. There were more cons to arresting them than there were pros.

Luke’s life made everything very interesting. He was rich, of course, and after a while of them dating she had moved into his condo. It was massive, bigger than any house she had ever lived in before and it was just for the two of them. It was a luxurious life that she had not experienced before, and she was still getting used to it.

If there was one thing about Luke that she had learned, it was that buying her things was his love language. He never had been great at the romantic side of their relationship considering he hadn’t had a girlfriend in a long time and normally just had one-night stands, but he tried his best. That didn’t meant that he ever softened up during sex, though.

Another thing about his life that made stuff interesting was that Luke had to drop things for work. Sometimes stuff would go wrong on a run, or other gangs would try stuff with them and he would have to leave. It was understandable, but still frustrating for her, especially the one time where an emergency had occurred right in the middle of them having sex.

Luke had been very busy the past few weeks, having to deal with numerous issues with the gang and barely having enough time to spend with the needy girl who craved his attention. There had been issues in the club, that was what he had said, but he didn’t go into much detail on the matter, he never did. He liked to keep his relationship and gang life very separate from one another.

A lot of the mornings this week she had woke up alone, void of the warmth she liked to cuddle into in the morning. At least she was getting him all to herself this weekend, she thought. After barely spending anytime with her that weekend, Luke had promised they would spend the weekend together, even if the club was set on fire. Calum, Ash and Mike will deal with it.

“Bambi?” The nickname fell from his lips when he stepped in the front door. She brought her eyes up to look at him, happiness filling her features. She hadn’t been expecting him home for another few hours, but she definitely wasn’t complaining.

Running over to him, she jumped, knowing full well that he would catch her as her arms wrapped around his neck. Her head snaked into the nape of his neck, comfortingly taking in the scent of her favorite person, his arms holding her protectively close to his body. They were alone, thankfully enough. After all, she really hadn’t thought out her jumping hug because her short skirt had ridden up, showing off her underwear which Luke most definitely would be furious if anyone but him saw.

“Welcome home,” She whispered into his neck, hand coming up to play with the hair on the back of his neck. Her eyes fluttered, eyelashes tickling the skin on Luke’s neck as he rubbed her back, taking in the comfort of having the smaller girl in his arms.

He walked forward so that he was fully in the house, using his leg to kick the door shut behind him before walking towards the middle of the room near the couch. He slowly lowered himself until he was sitting down on the plush cushions, the girl now in his lap, still being held closely.

“Bambi?” Luke started, making sure that the girl was listening, to which she hummed into the side of his neck, not willing to move just yet, “I know you wanna hug and kiss and stuff right now but we don’t have much time to pack your bags, you have to stay at the safe house for a few days.”

Almost immediately, the warmth of her face was gone from his neck, and her hands were no longer playing with his hair. She was still held tightly on his lap, mostly because he held her there with a semi-firm grip, her looking up at him with furrowed eyebrows and sad eyes.

This wasn’t the first time this had happened. In fact, it had happened quite a few times and each time it made her rather frustrated. She had to remove every single piece of evidence that she even existed in the apartment, and get hidden away in a safe house for the entire weekend, on the edge of town, where she wasn’t allowed to leave until Luke got her himself.

She hated the safe house.

“But you said-”

“Bambi,” Luke cut her off rather firmly, sending her a look which she knew meant that there were no arguments in this. She almost wanted to whine, to argue with Luke and tell him that he said this was going to be their weekend together, just them, no gang stuff, but now she wasn’t even going to get to see him at all this weekend, “I need to have a few low levels over to go over plans, and they’ll be over tomorrow which means we can’t let them know you’re here or that you exist. They still can’t fully be trusted yet, which means that they could be moles and I’m not putting you at risk for that.”

His speech was ended in a soft tone, looking down at her with a small amount of sadness for the girl. His hand comfortingly raked through her hair, piercing blue eyes looking at her but her eyes stay looking down. Slowly, without saying anything, she climbed off of his lap and started to retreat to their bedroom.

“Bambi? Where you goin, baby?” He called out, looking at the girl who stopped in her tracks, looking over her shoulder.

“I’m packing. That’s what you wanted me to do, was it not?”

Not many words were exchanged afterward with the girl silently packing away every aspect of her life into two duffle bags. She wasn’t even allowed to properly live in her own house, no decorations, photos in frames, nothing. Everything she owned had to be easily removable so it looked like she didn’t even exist in her own home.

Luke watched her from the bedroom door, leaning against the frame coolly as he analyzed her movements. He knew she was frustrated, but she had to know he was doing this to protect her, she should have anyway. Rather harshly, she finally zipped up the duffle bags, throwing them over her shoulder and walking straight past Luke without acknowledging him.

He understood that she was frustrated, but was she really angry at him?

She was quickly at the door, grasping at the handle when Luke had snapped out of his thoughts, walking over to her quickly with ease, taking a grip on her arm.

“You okay?”

“Dandy,” She replied bluntly, looking away from the slightly concerned man, almost as if she was itching to get away from him. Normally, even if she wasn’t happy about being sent away to the safe house, she still gave him a goodbye kiss, but it appeared that he wasn’t going to get one of those tonight, “Gotta go. Wouldn’t want to keep Jacob waiting, would we?”

She walked out of the apartment without another word, but Luke’s eyes were on her retreating figure, “We’ll speak about this on Sunday, okay baby?”

He barely even seen the nod that she sent him before she disappeared down the hallway.

. . . “Please, Jacob,” She pleaded with the driver, with puppy eyes and everything but he tried his best to remain stony-faced. Jacob was the only driver that Luke trusted Bambi with, he had grown up with the boys too, childhood friends with Michael apparently, who Bambi had never even met before.

Jacob was the leading driver for the gang, one of the getaway drivers for bigger and more important heists or events, but normally he just got called in for private transport of any important members of the gang. He, as well as practically anyone who had ever met the girl, had a soft spot for her, and she knew that.

“You do realize if I take you there that I am directly disobeying orders of the leader of one of the biggest gangs in California?” He asked ridiculously, shaking his head with his hands placed firmly on the wheel.

“Jacob-”

“No,” He replied firmly, looking at the girl through the rearview mirror, seeing her begging eyes and sad face.

The man knew that everything was frustrating for the girl, especially when she had to get up and move out of her own house just so that Luke could host meetings and debriefings for the gang.

“Please, Jacob. I’m going to be cooped up in a safe house for three days without talking to anyone, at least let me go to Anna’s for a few hours. She’s been my best friend since I was three, she’s trustworthy.”

The black-haired man didn’t reply for several moments, and a frown fell onto the girl’s face before he started to signal off the highway. It was a familiar road, the one that she had taken many times before to her best friend’s house, and honestly, she had never been happier to see it. At least she would get some enjoyment this weekend.

“Thank you so much, Jacob, just tell me how I can repay you,” The girl said once she was out of the car, bouncing lightly in excitement while she stared at the man who was still inside the car.

He gave her a small smile, one that showed he knew how much appreciation she felt towards him before his eyes turned to the door behind her, “Just enjoy yourself and make sure he doesn’t fire me for this.”

“Consider it done.”

It was nice to see Anna again, it had been two weeks since their last meet up and they had both missed each other greatly. Anna was drinking alcohol, but the smaller girl wasn’t. It wasn’t like she was afraid of what Luke would say if she did, because she certainly wasn’t afraid of Luke, but even though she was angry she didn’t want to disappoint him.

Not that she had exactly abided by his rules anyway, considering she was with Anna right now instead of locked inside the safe house. The safe house had slowly become the girl’s own personal prison, it was bare, bland, and had nothing for her to entertain herself, and there was no company. That’s what she hated most about it, the lack of social interactions she could have while she was in there.

“-we were talking about the weather and shit right? Then he asked to see my tits! I was like are you being serious right now?” Anna rambled on, talking about another failed love interest that had been using her for her body. Anna never seemed to be lucky in the dating apartment of life, but she was a successful girl, and a beautiful one at that, she would get there.

“Was he?”

Anna scoffed, taking another drink of her alcohol, “Yeah! He blocked me after I sent him pictures of minecraft chests and asked him what ones were his favourite.”

The smaller girl let out a laugh, looking at her best friend who had a sly grin on her face, trying to hide it with the glass in her hands.

“Speaking of guys though, how’s Mr. Hemmings then?” Anna jokingly asked the girl, cocking an eyebrow with a smirk on her face, swaying to the music that was loudly playing in the background.

“He’s good, I mean he’s doing good,” The smaller girl quickly corrected herself before her dirty-minded friend could make a joke about their sex life or ask about it. Anna hummed lightly, still smug and still swaying to the music, “I was supposed to be going to the safe house, but I’m here instead, I don’t think he’s very happy.”

“Girl, you’ve been here for nearly two hours!” Anna cried out in shock, eyes wide at the clear defiance that the small girl had for her 6-foot-odd gang leader boyfriend.

“And?”

“He’s bound to know by now! He’s not going to bust through my doors with his gang and shoot the place down is he?”

The girl shrugged lazily in reply, letting some of her hair fall in front of her face as she smiled at her friend, “Yeah he does know, he’s been blowing up my phone for an hour and a half.”

Anna fell dramatically against the back of the couch, hand still tight around her glass of lemonade and pink gin. Her free hand was laying across her forehead with her eyes shut, “Oh please tell me you’ve replied.”

“Nope.”

“Oh come on, I really like my door, believe it or not, I don’t want him or any of his gang members kicking it down!” Anna cried out, giving her best friend a pout to which she just laughed lightly in response.

“He won’t knock your door down, he probably won’t even come. He’s too busy debriefing his gang to even spend time with me and instead shipped me out of the house. Why does he care whether it’s yours or the safe house?”

However, she couldn’t have been more wrong because less than ten minutes later they heard a roaring engine speeding down the road. Anna, who shared a quick look with the smaller girl, got up and looked out the window, seeing no other than Luke gets out of his very expensive sports car and towards the house, “Guess you were wrong.”

He threw the door open, thankfully not breaking it down, his eyes quickly landing on the small girl, grabbing her and pulling her off of the couch, planting her by his side. His grip was tight on either side of her hips, almost as if it was a warning to stay by his side and cooperate for once in her life.

“Anna,” His accented voice wrung through the room as he gave the blonde a curt nod. She waved back awkwardly, maybe too hazed by the alcohol in her system to stay anything intelligible back, and Luke seemed to realize this, “don’t stay up too late, get a good sleep, okay?”

“Aye captain, yes sir,” She saluted him back with a smile on her lips, almost diffusing the tension in the room but it was barely a second later where Luke’s grip retightened on his girlfriend’s hips.

“Okay, good night.” He bid her farewell, walking out of the house with his slightly anxious girlfriend behind him. It seemed as if suddenly she was filled with regret and guilt, especially after seeing how angry Luke was with her.

“It isn’t Jacob’s fault I-” She started when the door shut behind them, the cold wind of the night surrounding her.

“Don’t,” He spoke gruffly, turning around to look down at her with angry blue eyes before grabbing onto her wrist and dragging her over to his car.

Luke hadn’t even locked his car when he had rushed inside to Anna’s house, not that he would be too bothered anyway, it wasn’t like anyone was going to steal the gang leader’s car, especially not in this neighborhood. He didn’t speak another word to the girl as he took her around to her side of the car, letting her get in before he leaned over and strapped her in, closing the door without a single word and getting in his own side.

He started the car up and the only noise heard in the car was the engine as it roared to life and they began to speed down the street. His blond hair was messy, jaw ticking with his eyes glued to the road, never once straying to the girl in the passenger’s seat. Her eyes, however, never strayed from him, picking up every sign that he was furious with her. His posture was rigid, he was impatient, breathing loudly and not even acknowledging her existence beside her; he was seething.

She wasn’t sure if they arrived too fast or too slow to the safe house honestly. Luke still didn’t utter a word, getting out of the car and slamming the door behind him. She knew not to move already, she knew that Luke didn’t want her to move and honestly she didn’t want to aggravate him further.

True to her belief, Luke opened her car door, undoing her seatbelt before pulling her out of the car. His eyes didn’t stay on her as he stormed into the house, a tight grip on the smaller girl’s wrist. She tried to get his attention, for him to say anything to her as he entered the house but it appeared he wasn’t in the mood to talk.

The main room was still dark, but just the feeling of being in here makes her feel sick. She wasn’t overexaggerating when she said how much she hated the safe house. It felt as if she was defeated, back where she didn’t want to be, somewhere she hated, and with her boyfriend furious at her.

In the time that she had been thinking of how much she loathed the building she stood in, Luke had let go of her wrist and wordlessly made his way towards the front door again. The thought of him leaving her here, frustrated and alone all weekend made annoyance bubble in her stomach and before she can help herself she’s shouting over at him, “So that’s it? Are you just going to lock me in here and leave again?”

Luke stilled, but he doesn’t bother to reply or even look at his girlfriend, just standing there like a statue. She can’t find it in herself to regret the words that come out of her mouth, especially after she awaits the nonexistent reply, causing annoyance to bluster in her stomach. Her eyes roll and her arms flail slightly before they slap against her thighs with a low scoff falling out of her lips, “Typical.”

“Excuse me?” Luke turned around, his voice hard and powerful, one that would normally make her shake, make her look up at him with wide eyes unsure of what to say. Their eyes meet, his blue piercing into hers. He took a step forward, tilting his head slightly with an eyebrow raised, almost as if he’s encouraging her to repeat what she had said moments before, “What did you say, Bambi?”

Her mouth was agape as she stuttered lightly, any feeling of bravery that she had mere seconds ago fizzling away into nothingness. Her eyes darted from one of his eyes to the other, looking at the expectant and slightly smug face as he looked at the stuttering girl in front of him. She tried her best to find the right words to say but she had, ultimately, been rendered speechless.

“Come on, if you’re so big and brave, baby, why don’t you speak up a little? Tell me what you said.” He walked towards her until he’s right in front of her, chests barely ten centimeters apart. Two of his fingers make their way under her chin, pushing her face up until she had no other choice but to look him in the eye, holding her face in such a way that she can’t move easily.

Silence filled the room once more, simply with the two of them staring at one another. Luke stared down at her with a slight smugness and with her looking up at him still frozen almost. When he does talk next, he muttered quietly, almost condescendingly with anger trailing in his voice, “You ruined an important meeting tonight all because you couldn’t follow a simple instruction-”

“Well, believe it or not, I don’t like to be locked up in a house for days on end like a caged animal,” She doesn’t even register that she’s speaking until she’s finished, the words flowing out of her mouth cutting off Luke’s lecture.

“This house is to keep you safe,” His grip on her jaw doesn’t loosen at this point in time, blue eyes swimming with rage. In all of their time together, he doesn’t remember his Bambi giving him this much attitude or a time where she’s tried to argue with him like this. Sure, there were times where they had disagreements or times where there had been a little bit of attitude but he had quickly sorted that out.

“I was safe at Anna’s and I was happy. Isn’t that what you want? For me to be happy?” Her voice is quiet, bottom lip threatening to quiver. She hated how she cried whenever she got frustrated, and right now she’s barely holding back from her eyes becoming glassy. She’s frustrated and annoyed, but she doesn’t want to look like a baby right now, especially when this was her first fight with Luke.

“Don’t try and guilt trip me now, Bambi. It isn’t going to work tonight.”

“I hate it here! I hate constantly having to move into this stupid fucking house where I have nothing to do and no one to talk to! It doesn’t even fucking have wifi or anything! It’s dumb and all because you’re paranoid!” After she finished shouting, she ripped her head out of his hold, standing back and away from him, back coming in contact with the marble counter of the kitchen island.

Her arms are crossed over her chest, and as Luke processed her words, he shook his head. His next words are low, like it’s a warning, “Don’t shout at me like that.”

“I’m not-”

“Listen here, doll, because I’m only going to tell you this once,” Luke doesn’t even let her finish before he’s talking. His voice is forceful and strong, something he normally reserved for when his men do something stupid like ruin a drug run, “You don’t call the shots here, I do. I’m in a gang and there are a lot of people that would put a bullet in your pretty little skull just to get to me,” He pressed a finger against her temple, hard enough for her to feel the pressure but not enough for it to hurt her, “People die in this lifestyle and I send you here so it doesn’t happen to you. Don’t tell me that I’m paranoid because I’m trying to keep you safe.”

“I get it, I do-”

“Then why won’t you just do what I say?”

“Because I’m tired of being your secret.” She whispered, looking up at Luke’s blue eyes sadly, tears gathering in her own eyes. His head dipped a little, shifting his weight onto his hands which are on either side of her, trapping her against the kitchen’s island counter.

It took Luke a few seconds to finally muster up words, and just from his tone she can tell that he’s disappointed, maybe in himself, maybe because of how she thought of their relationship, “You aren’t my-”

“Then why have I never met Cal? O-Or Mikey? Why is the only time I’ve ever met Ashton an accident? And why do you constantly send me away even if it’s only people you trust going to be there? And-”

“Bambi,” Luke groaned lightly but got cut off straight away when the girl continued to rant, barely even realizing that he had tried to cut her off.

“This was supposed to be our weekend and you just sent me away. I was so excited to finally get a whole weekend of you to myself but no, I was shipped off to this shithole again-”

“This was all because you just wanted me to yourself?” Luke asked incredulously, an eyebrow raised at the girl whose eyes snapped up to meet his.

“That’s what you want, Bambi? You got it.” Luke said, his eyes staying on hers, never wavering as he commanded. He pushed back, hands off the counter and now standing at his full height, towering over her with his eyes never leaving hers, “Hands out. Now.”

“Luke what-”

Her eyes frantically search his face, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. She can feel her heart rate pick up, beating loudly in her chest.

“No, Bambi. You’ve done plenty talking tonight. No talking unless I ask you a question, got it?”

She nodded her head, gulping down the thickness in her throat as a thick leather wrapped around her wrists, constricting them. Her mouth parted slightly, she hadn’t even seen or heard Luke take off his belt, but now she can’t even part her hands anymore.

His head dropped to her neck and she can feel her stomach flutter simply by his breath fanning over the skin on her neck. His hand made its way up to the nape of her neck, grabbing a handful of hair and yanking on it so her neck is fully exposed to him, “You’ve me all to yourself tonight, Bambi. And you’re all mine.”

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bxcketbarnes · 4 years

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Stupid Mistakes

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader

Words: 1300+

Request- Hi I had a dream about Cal and I just immediately thought that you could do it justice? Could I request something where you and cal get into a little spat before he leaves for a few days and he’s worried when he comes back you’ll still be mad or worse, not even there. But he comes home and you’re sleeping all cuddled up in his bed with his shirt on and he realizes you’re not mad you just really miss him? Idk it was one of the best dreams I’ve ever had and I just hope you don’t hate it ❤️

Author's Note: I thought this request was the cutest and definitely wanted to write it. I hope I've done your dream justice! 🥰

Calum's running around the house, trying to find everything he'll need for when he leaves in a few days. The band is attending the VMA's since they're nominated for a few awards and performing as well. You wrap the white towel around your body and step out of the bathroom, almost running into your boyfriend of two years.

A chuckle leaves your lips as you apologize. Calum mumbles incoherently and pushes past you, causing you to frown. You glance over your shoulder as he gathers his toiletries and you furrow your eyebrows.

"I thought you left in a couple of days?" You ask him, tightening your grip on the towel.

"The boys and I are staying at Ashton's before we leave," he plainly states, and your lips part. "It's tradition."

You sit down on the edge of the mattress, clearing your throat while running a hand through your wet hair. "Alright, cool. Tradition. But, were you planning to tell me? 'Cause I thought I'd still have two days with you before you left for almost a week."

"You see me every day, Y/N," Calum tells you and your heart breaks a little at his words. "God forbid I have a bit of alone time with my brothers."

You scoff, getting up from your spot while shaking your head. "I have never ever kept you away from the boys. Ever! So, for you to say that I'm holding you back? Unfair. Because it's not true. Fuck you. Talk to me when you don't have a stick up your ass," you spit while grabbing your clothes before walking out the bedroom door.

Calum continues his packing and feels a bit guilty about how he acted, but his mind is too preoccupied with everything to really know the damage he's done.

"Shit," Cal mutters to himself as he gets settled on the plane. Michael glances at him with a questionable look on his face, mumbling a what. "I- I got into a small fight with Y/N before I left and just realized I never resolved it."

Mike winces in response, running a hand through his blonde hair. "Well, you guys have gotten through fights before. I'm sure this one is no different," he comments and Calum sighs.

"No, it's not. I… I practically told her that she holds me back from hanging out with you guys. When it's not true," he mumbles sadly as the plane takes off.

"Fuck."

"Yeah," Calum sighs once more, glancing out the window as his throat begins to close up.

You're sitting on your patio, hand resting on your chin as you look up at the sky. Seeing a plane in the sky makes you look away, a sad sigh leaving your lips as you fiddle with the tea you made.

You weren't mad at him. You honestly could never stay mad at him for very long. You loved him too much. You're just… kind of disappointed that he would think such a thing. He knew you supported him and his band. Knew how much it means to him to see them. You just didn't get it.

You walk back into the place you share with him, seeing Duke sleeping soundly on the large couch. You head towards the bedroom, finding one of his shirts laying on the floor. You pick it up and bring it to your face, inhaling his scent before smiling softly.

You slip your shirt off and put on his instead, hugging yourself while smiling softly. "I miss you," you sigh and glance towards your phone that sits on the bed.

Calum tosses his phone in his hand, debating on whether or not he should call you. He doesn't know if you even want to speak to him. He just hopes you're still there when he comes home. That you didn't leave him.

"Why don't you just call her?" Ashton asks while leaning against the door frame. Calum lets out a sigh and rests his back against the couch.

"Because I don't know if she even wants to speak to me," he tells the drummer and Ashton raises his eyebrow.

"You'd find out if you fucking called her," he states before walking away.

Calum stares down at his phone, smiling at the picture of you. Fuck it. He clicks on your contact before pressing the call button, bringing the phone to his ear.

You hug Cal's pillow as you twitch in your sleep. Your phone vibrates against the mattress for about a minute before sending Calum to voicemail.

He sighs and runs his hand through your hair, going to text you when Luke comes into the room. "Hey, dude, come on. We're up," the blonde states, the bassist nodding his head in response.

Calum locks his phone and leaves it on the couch, following his bandmate out of the dressing room. "I'm such an idiot," the brunette mumbles to himself while grabbing his bass, heading onto the stage.

Calum fiddles with his fingers as he steps out of the Uber, staring at the house he shares with you. He breathes out a breath of relief upon seeing your car in the driveway still, knowing that you haven't left him. Or maybe you were waiting for him to come home to do so.

The bassist unlocks his front door, tossing the keys in the ceramic bowl. Duke comes running towards him, a small smile coming to his lips while he crouches down.

"Hey, buddy," he greets and scratches his ears. "Momma here?"

Duke huffs and puffs before running off towards the bedroom. You're sound asleep in the bed you and Calum share, clutching his pillow to your chest. The brunette walks into the bedroom quietly, his heart fluttering in his chest at the sight of you.

You're wearing his favorite shirt, a smile coming to his plump lips as he heads towards the bed. Calum slowly sits on the edge of the bed, his hand gently stroking your arm.

You shuffle in your sleep, your eyes slowly opening at the feeling of something on your arm. "Hm?" You hum groggily and glance towards Calum.

"Sorry to wake you, sweetheart," he gives a pained smile, swallowing thickly as you shift your position.

"Cal?" You whisper and the bassist nods his head. A smile comes to your lips and you grab a hold of his hand, pressing a sloppy kiss to the back of it.

Calum brings his hand to your cheek, stroking the skin softly. "I'm so sorry, baby," he starts and you furrow your eyebrows, staring up at him.

"For what?" You ask in a hushed whisper and Cal glances towards the floor, licking his lips a bit.

"For those things that I said to you… before I left. I… I didn't mean them. I was just so stressed out and everything that I took it out on you," the brown-eyed cutie confesses and you let out a humble sigh.

You sit up, pulling him closer to you. Calum rests his head on your chest, his arms wrapping around your waist. "It's okay, love," you mumble and run your fingers through his hair, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "I was disappointed at first of course, but I understand. I just want you to talk to me."

He nods his head against you, holding you tighter. "I-I was afraid you weren't going to be here when I got home," Calum mumbles and presses a kiss to your chest.

You tilt his head up, grazing the back of your fingers against his cheek. "I would never leave you, Cal. I'm so, so goddamn in love with you," you tell him and connect your lips together.

Calum lets out a sigh of relief, kissing you back as he pushes himself up a bit. You wrap your arms around his neck, your fingers carding through his hair. "I love you," he mumbles into your lips, resting his forehead against yours. "I love you so much, Y/N."

You smile while sliding your hands down his arms. "You can… always make it up to me," you bite your lip and squeeze his bicep.

He glances up at you, noticing the lustful look in your eyes and a groan leaves his lips. "Oh, absolutely," Calum growls before tugging you down on the mattress a bit, spreading your legs apart.

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prettyyyboyluke · 3 years

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Umm I was wondering if you could maybe do an imagine where cal is like her brothers bad boy friend and the reader is innocent ... or that's what everyone thinks...umm idk if you're taking requests but if you could do this I would really appreciate it🥺

y/n’s brother’s a sophomore in college, and once he graduated high school, he had moved out and gotten his own apartment. one with two bedrooms so she could have a place to stay when going to visit him. granted, he was only two hours away, but it was still nice since she didn’t have her parents helicoptering her. y/n was lucky to have a brother like tyler, the two were very close and were open about lots of things. so of course, he didn’t mind her and a few of her friends joining him and his friends for movie nights or small kickbacks.

that’s exactly what tonight was, a kickback. y/n was more than excited because tyler invites his best friend over each time, and he’s the hottest guy y/n’s ever seen, at least that’s what she thinks. curly black hair with blonde streaks, tall and muscular, tattoos dispersed all over his body, she practically drools every time she sees him. she thinks there are no flaws for him, except he’s that “i don’t date,” type of guy, which leaves lots of girls heartbroken.

y/n always arrives early to help tyler set up since he’s very unorganized and needs help setting out snacks for their friends. of course, y/n is on aux because she swears by her spotify being better than her brothers, but no one has ever complained about the music.

“god tyler, how did you ever survive your semesters without me here.” she laughs.

“oh, shut up. i’m perfectly fine, just not as organized as you.” he jabs back.

their friends pile into the apartment, chatting amongst themselves about their last week of school. y/n’s about to pour herself a drink when calum walks through the front door. she stares longingly, her eyes following up his body and his movements as he says hello to everyone there. her friend nova gives her a hard jab in her side, emphasizing the fact that she is practically drooling over the new quarter zip-up sweatshirt she just purchased. she straightens up, pushing out her chest. calum looks her way, smiling at her and making his way over.

“didn’t know tyler suddenly had a bad girl of a sister.” he smiles at her smugly, and if y/n didn’t know any better, she’d say he was speaking in a malicious tone, but she knows him better than that.

she rolls her eyes at him, “shut up!” she swats at his bicep. “tyler told you about my car, huh?”

“yeah,” he laughs, “said that your whole bumper came off. i’m surprised they let you out of the house tonight, you know since you’re a little girl.”

y/n’s cheeks start to heat up, her body temperature rising as their conversation continues. “i am not a little girl, calum. just because you’re a few years older than me doesn’t mean anything!” she crosses her arms, looking playfully furious and calum wants to run his thumb across the pout on her lips.

“sure, pretty girl.” he takes her drink and takes a sip. he hums at the liquor that hits his taste buds, “i’ll be taking this,” he says, shaking her drink in front of her eyes.

when he’s a few feet away, her friends chime in. “god, he’s so hot.”

“you just know he’s packing.”

“hey!” y/n screeches softly, “he’s mine! find your own college boy to drool over.”

she makes her self another drink, thanks to calum, and joins everyone by the couch. she walks around to the end of the couch where calum is sat at, ready to sit on the love seat next to nova, but calum catches her wrist and pulls her into his lap. her cheeks heat up, again, relieved when tyler is preoccupied with the game they’re about to play.

“what’re you doing?” she hisses into his ear. “my brother’s right there.”

“and? amaya is practically sitting on top of him.” he points to the two in the small chair. she shivers and shakes her head. “see? so it’s perfectly fine if we sit together.” he moves over a bit, giving her room to sit next to him but still somewhat on his thigh, and she looks at him while she positions herself. “everything alright here, pretty girl?”

“yup! yup, everything’s fine.” she looks at the way their legs are tangled together. she cracks her knuckles, trying to calm some of her nerves. calum slings an arm around her side of the couch, making her lean subconsciously into him. she knows what he’s doing... and she loves it.

they’re about two and a half rounds into picolo, their favorite drinking game. and everyone has a very nice buzz going on. they’re on the caliente version now, so this round should be spicy.

“alright, alright!” tyler laughs, “if calum and y/n kiss, each of you can give out 2 sips. if not, you each have to drink 2 times.” tyler finishes.

her eyes widen. she had no idea what tyler was thinking at this point, the alcohol in his system streaming through everything. nova gives her that look of well! get on with it! she turns to calum, “we don’t have to, we can just drink.” she says, reaching for her cup, but calum stops her.

calum doesn’t say anything but puts his hand on y/n’s cheek, bringing her closer in. her chest is heaving, eyes flickering between his lips and his eyes. he finally closes the gap between the two, lips connecting and light smacking happening.

“it’s about damn time!” luke exclaims. the rest of the group also cheers and laughs. the kiss definitely lasts longer than it’s supposed to, but neither her nor calum mind. calum pulls away but returns for one more peck.

y/n takes her bottom lip between her teeth, racking her brain at the fact that that just happened. calum then gives her temple a kiss and returns his attention back to the game. the game continues giving everyone dares like y/n’s and calum’s, some a little riskier than others, but no one seemed to mind.

“alright alright, how about we change the game to ‘never have i ever’?” ashton suggests. the group agrees. y/n gets up to go grab a bottle of hard liquor and the small shot glasses she bought. she thinks they’re cute, they’re not the red ones like the solo cups, they’re the neon-colored ones. calum follows her to the kitchen.

he wraps one hand around one side of her waist, pulling her close to his front side. she jumps the slightest bit when his hand goes under her sweatshirt and rests for a moment before giving it a squeeze. “how was that kiss?” he whispered in her ear.

she swallowed before answering, “i-i liked it.” she said, her voice very small.

calum turns her around, “i knew you would. you think i don’t notice how you look at me?” lord, y/n thinks she’s about to fucking pass out when he traces the outline of her running shorts.

they walk back, calum’s hand low on her back. as always, she sets everything up, being a little soberer than everyone else. this time, calum sets her right on top of his thigh. she lets a small gasp leave her lips when he moves his lap up for a second. calum sits up, wrapping an arm around her stomach, making her move yet again. the material of her shorts is very thin and with calum knowingly moving his thigh against her core, he could feel what he’s doing to her.

“okay, never have i ever been so crossed i threw up in the basement of the Alpha Phi house,” michael says, clearly taking a hit at someone. y/n sees calum reach for one of the neon cups and takes a shot.

“that was dirty, i’ll get you back.” calum snarls. y/n turns around to calum, raising her brow. “it was freshman year, and those girls have still never let me back in.”

“i’ll go!” nova shouts, “never have i ever had a crush on my brother’s best friend,” she says, looking right at y/n. y/n doesn’t want to reach for a shot and take it, but she also knows that if she doesn’t nova will call her bluff. despite fighting her conscience, she sucks it up and takes a shot. she gives nova daggers while she racks her brain to think of something to get her back.

the kickback ended around an hour ago, most of y/n and tyler’s friends had left, and calum had asked tyler if he could sleep on the couch. y/n was still awake, cleaning up everything so her brother wouldn’t have to deal with such a mess in the morning. calum’s been helping y/n clean up, mostly just so he can flirt with her more.

“you know, i never really got a proper kiss from you tonight.” calum says, taking a pile of trash into the bag. y/n stands up, looking at calum.

“what do you mean? we kissed during picolo, how was that not a proper kiss?” she asks, clearly not getting what he’s hinting at.

calum takes her wrist, bringing her over to the kitchen, and sets her on top of the counter. “a proper kiss doesn’t involve all of our friends staring at us and cheering. it’s more like this,” he stops his sentence and goes in for the kiss he’s been talking about.

y/n’s caught off guard for a moment before she relaxes into calum. their lips move rhythmically against each other, their tongues going to explore the mouth of the other. calum places a hand on her thigh while the other is holding her cheek. both of y/n’s arms are around calum’s shoulders, moving closer and making his hand move up higher on her thigh.

they both pull away for a second, calum looks down at where his hand is and looks back up at y/n. she nods her head and brings his lips back down to hers. calum’s fingers make their way into her shorts, just petting over her clit while y/n rotates her hips against his fingers.

“i think we should move to your room, just in case someone decides to come out.” calum whispers.

and y/n can’t wait to see where this takes her.

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hoodharlow · 3 years

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The Rat

EL Novio Quarantine Edition: Part 2

AN: Here's Part 2. It was suuposed to be posted yesterday but I spent the whole day out running errands, and I got home late. Hope you enjoy

Warnings: Mentions of dog bites, blood, waiting room scene, some sex jokes, baby talk and baby fever (idk if it’s baby fever but yeah lol)

Word Count: 2.2k

"Your mans fans can't be this oblivious." Medelyn told Claudia, sliding her phone to read yet another tweet about Calum and Claudia's friendship.

At the start of quarantine, fans were surprised to see that Calum was in Torrey Pines and not at his house in Los Angeles. They weren't surprised to see him at the Santos' home. They all gathered that he has become a friend of the family. Some of their fans joked that he was using Claudia to get to Diego so he can then get to Guy Fieri since he obsessively watched Guy's Grocery Games. Some fans didn't think much of it, they were just happy to get Calum content whenever Claudia would record him trying her baking goods for TikTok.

The one thing that they never guessed is that they were dating. The few fans that listened to Claudia's podcast knew that her boyfriend was staying with her and her family. They just didn't know her boyfriend is Calum.

"They are." Claudia said, taking a large gulp of her licuado. "They're still trying to figure out if the girl from Taylor's party and Benito's album release are the same person. They're struggling because my hair was straight in New York and curly in Miami."

"Stop," Medelyn laughed. "Speaking of your mans, where is he?"

"He took Duke and Panchito out on a walk. My dad doesn't need him at the restaurant until later."

"I still can't believe Diego is making him make deliveries."

"He's gotta pull his weight." Claudia joked.

Medelyn went to check on her sleeping newborn in the living room where he slept on a bassinet. She came back a few minutes later to keep talking to Claudia. It was still a surprise to anyone that knew them back in high school to see them get along. A few weeks ago they talked about it in Claudia's podcast and dissected why they didn't like each other in high school. It had mostly to do with the internalized misogyny and how because they were both latina, they both couldn't be at the top. One of them had to fail while the other was successful. Listeners compared it to how Naomi Campbell and Tyra Banks were pitted against each other. But unlike the supermodels, Claudia and Medelyn were able to put their differences aside and eventually became friends.

The barking of multiple dogs was heard out in the front yard. Claudia got up from where she was sitting and went to see what was going on. The front door opened and closed as she tied her shoes.

"That fucking rat has it out for Duke and Panchito and it's owner has it out on me." Calum cursed, unclipping Duke and Panchito's leashes.

Claudia scoffed and watched him take off his shoes. "You're being dramatic. Mrs. Garner and her dog are literally so nice."

"The rat nearly attacked Panchito. If it weren't for Duke, we'd be on our way to the animal hospital."

"Ah ha okay."

"Claudia, I'm being serious." Calum got up and put away the leashes in the coat closet. "If you get bitten by that rat then don't come crying that you need a ride to the hospital."

***

"How the fuck did we end up watching three kids and a baby?" Claudia asked Calum as she slipped on some leggings. "They're not even ours."

"Because you wouldn't let me battle your brother in rock paper scissors. You're so predictable when you play." He said.

Calum leaned back on her bed and watched her get changed for their hike. It wasn't really a hike, they're just going to walk on the dirt trail behind the neighborhood with her niece and nephews while Danny and Medelyn spend some time together.

He gently smacked Claudia's ass a few times, watching it bounce against the fabric of her leggings. "I fucking love your ass."

"And I love yours. Jesse is a miracle worker." She said repeating his actions.

Calum rolled his eyes and followed Claudia out of her room to the living room. Guito, Paloma and Damian sat on the couch watching Duck Tales as they passed a giant bowl of popcorn. The three kids looked nothing alike, but it was obvious they were Junior and Marlene's kids. They all had distinct features from their parents. After spending time with them, it always left Calum wondering about how his kids with Claudia would look like.

Of course they haven't talked about having kids anytime soon. Claudia was about to graduate and attend grad school at UCLA. Calum knew better than to get in the way of her academic future. For now he just kept the thought of kids to himself. He also knew that Diego would murder him if he uttered baby making and Claudia in the same sentence.

Claudia emerged from the kitchen with a lunch bag and waters. She squatted down in front of the stroller and put in the things in the bottom basket along with the diaper bag Medelyn packed for them. She turned back and caught Calum's eyes permanently glued on her ass.

"I'm gonna ask Danny for a rematch." he said, pushing himself up from the couch.

"No you're not." Medelyn said, stopping him. "We need this. We stopped having sex the minute I couldn't see my feet. And add the forty days I couldn't do anything. We need this."

"Cal, don't worry. We'll be back in a blink. Danny is gonna need at most five minutes." Claudia said. She wrapped her arms around him, and pushed back his growing curls. She kissed his cheek and whispered. "When we get back I'll suck your dick."

"Let's get this show on the road." Calum told the kids. "When we get back, Danny and Medelyn can take all of you to Coldstone."

"Can we get Ice Cream cake?" Paloma quietly asked him.

"Sure."

The three kids cheered. One by one, they went to the front door and put on their shoes. Calum carried the stroller down the steps and helped Claudia put Sebastian in the stroller. After spending a good five minutes on the importance of 'Slip-Slop-Slap' and sunscreen, the party of six plus Duke and Panchito were on their way. The kids walked just a few feet ahead of Claudia while she pushed the stroller. Calum stayed back with Duke and Panchito. He didn't mind, the trail was slightly slanted and it gave him a spectacular view of Claudia's ass.

About halfway around the trial they all stopped at a bench under a tree. The kids sat down and ate some Gansitos. Claudia set down two bowls of water for Duke and Panchito to drink.

"You think they're done?" Calum asked Claudia when sat on the ground.

“Honestly, the last thing on my mind is how long my brother takes o fuck his girlfriend.” She said reaching over for her water.

He took off his windbreaker, leaving him shirtless. He stretched and flexed his muscles.

"You're so rude." Claudia said before taking a large gulp from her pink Hydro Flask.

They stayed in the shades area for another half an hour and then turned back home. Claudia and Calum fell into step while the kids raced each other distances determined by what they saw on the ground. They made a quick pit stop at the kids' house because Damian had too much water. He couldn't hold it until they got back to Claudia's house, who lived four houses up the same street.

When they got to the house, they found Danny and Medelyn passed out on the couch while 'Sortilegio' played in the background. Claudia placed Sebastian on his bassinet and unclipped Duke and Panchito's leashes. Damian and Guito stayed outside wanting to play some soccer with Calum. So Claudia and Paloma migrated to the kitchen to make some brownies.

Paloma left to play on her iPad the second Claudia placed the baking dish on the oven, leaving her to do all the cleaning.

A loud growl followed by a scream came from outside where Calum and the boys were. The front door slammed open with Calum carrying Damian with Guito following him.

"The rat bit him." Calum told Claudia when he sat Damian on the counter.

"Let me see." Medelyn said motioning Calum to step aside. She snapped her fingers at them. "Someone get me a first aid. Hopefully he doesn't need stitches."

Calum went to the pantry and grabbed the box hanging on the wall. Medelyn took it and got to work on Damian's arm.

After five minutes of tending the bite, Medelyn wrapped up his arm in a gauze and motioned Calum, Claudia and Danny.

"He needs stitches. The cut is pretty deep and he may need a shot, too." She said.

"Fuck." Danny cursed.

"I'll take him." Calum volunteered.

"I'll go with you." Claudia said.

After lots of convincing and crying, Damian, Claudia and Calum were on their way to a community clinic. Claudia's knee bounced while they waited for Damian's name to be called. He had fallen asleep on Calum's arms.

She texted Junior and Marlene updates. They were waiting outside in the parking lot for them. Ten more minutes pass until they call for Damian. Claudia stayed back while Calum went with him since he was there when the bite happened. Half an hour later they came out.

"So?" Claudia asked anxiously.

"The nurse gave Tío Cal her number, but he said no thank you." Damian said sticking a Spider-Man sticker on his shirt.

"Oh?" Claudia quirked an eyebrow at him.

"I still got it." Calum smirked.

"You say that as if you're fifty and not twenty-four." She snorted.

They made their way to the parking lot. Damian let go of Claudia's hand and went to hug his mom. He proudly told Junior and Marlene that the stitches and the shot didn't hurt. Calum briefly told them what happened and how the someone from the Humane Society was going to over in a few days to put the dog on house arrest.

Damian rode with his parents on the way back to Claudia's. The car ride was quiet. Calum and Claudia didn't even bother to put on music or a podcast.

"You okay?" she asked him when they got to her house. "Regret not taking the nurse's number?"

"Funny," He said. He took off his cap and scratched his head. "Just thinking about Damian and everything. I don't know, I just feel like this is my fault. Obviously it's not, I wasn't the one who bit him nor that was my dog. But I just can't help thinking that if we played in the backyard like we always do, he wouldn't have gotten bitten."

"I have no idea how to respond because I don't wanna dismiss what you're feeling, ya know. But I just wanna say that I'm very impressed at how responsive and on top of it you were. Like when we have kids, I'm not gonna worry because I know you'll be at my side ready." She said.

"When?" Calum asked.

Claudia's eyes widened, realizing what she said.

"Shit. I didn't mean it like that. Like today when we babysat. You knew what to do and stuff…"

"Miss Santos do you wanna have my children?" He teased her. Noting how uncomfortable she got, he stopped laughing. He cleared his throat and silently counted to five. "Would you ever want kids?" With me? He added in his head.

Claudia stopped playing with the elastic on her facemask and turned on her side and faced him. Calum mirrored her actions and shyly smiled at her.

"I didn't think we'd have this talk so soon." She giggled.

"Better sooner than later." he shrugged. "I'd want some or at least one."

"Yeah?"

"Preferably with you of course. But if Katy Perry drops Orlando Bloom, then we go our separate ways."

"That's fine, I'll just hit him up." She giggled. "Jokes aside, I do want kids. Just not right now. I mean we're in a pandemic for fucks sake. I also feel like it's too soon. Like my parents and brothers had their kids pretty young. I don't want to be responsible for someone when I'm barely learning to take care of me, you know? Like once we're more settled down and whatnot we can talk about starting a family. But for now I don't wanna share you with anyone."

"I agree with you 100%." Calum said, pulling her to kiss her. He pulled away. "We probably shouldn't kiss after coming from a clinic."

"You're right." Claudia laughed, pulling away from him. She pointed behind her. "Plus my dad's watching us."

***

Claudia and Calum took out their grocery bags from Calum's car when someone cleared their throat behind them. It was Mrs. Garner, the owner of the dog that bit Damian. A few days ago the Humane Society came by and put her poodle mix on house arrest for two weeks.

"Hi, Mrs. Garner." Claudia greeted, pulling up her mask to cover her nose and mouth.

"You're going to regret the day you crossed me and reported my baby, mark my words. You don't know who you're messing with."

With that Mrs. Garner turned on her heel and went back to her house.

"What the fuck?" Claudia said, trying not to laugh.

"C'mon, your ice cream and dino nuggets are going to melt." Calum motioned her.

Claudia turned back to Mrs. Garner's house and then back to Calum. "Has she always had cameras in front of her house?"

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Must Love Dogs

Featuring: Calum x reader

Warnings: language, mentions of being catfished I guess... it’s just straight up fluff tbh

Summary: As an up-and-coming Twitch streamer, you’re used to befriending people online. When you start getting cozy enough with one fan for them to ask for a ride from the airport, you find out who you’ve really been talking to for six months.

Author’s Note: I’m going to try to start rewriting some old fics (mainly Calum tbh) to make them more realistic (lol as if this is realistic) and better in general so this is a rewrite of “blurb request lol 4/4 where you're whole relationship has been on the internet like you met on twitter or something and you finally meet at the airport after like five months idk this would be really cute and it's like my dream :----(“ Not beta’d

It started as an innocent fan and creator friendship. You’d been streaming on twitch for a while and had gained a decent sized following, averaging about 500 viewers per stream. Needless to say, your comments section was a little difficult to keep up with. But even with the quick scrolling of new comments with each statement you made, you noticed one name in particular whose comments were always funny or sweet instead of crude and vulgar, like some of those your mods were frequently deleting.

When that same username followed you on Twitter not long after you took notice of them, you were quick to follow back. You’d followed a few of your “fans” before, so it wasn’t unusual. Hell, it wasn’t even odd for you to DM back and forth with some of your followers. What was out of character was becoming attached to one of those fans.

All you knew was his first name (Calum), his age (24), and his location (LA) before you started talking regularly. He had asked for your number at one point, but was understanding when you said you don’t give out that kind of information. For you, it was a relief to finally talk to a man who not only enjoyed your streams, but didn’t make you feel objectified and demeaned. For him, it was a relief to finally meet someone who liked him instead of his name or money.

Communicating with him grew difficult when he flew to Australia to visit family. The time difference still gave you time to DM every day, but staying up late wasn’t quite the same when it was just afternoon for him. You’d already spent five months talking to him and as much as you hated admitting it, you had started to care for this mystery man despite never seeing his face. That never stopped you before (Corpse, anyone?), but for all you knew, “Calum, 24, California” was actually “Craig, 42, Alabama.”

When it came time for him to fly back to LA, you were surprised when he asked if you wanted to meet up when he got back. Like, right when he got back. As in “my friend can’t pick me up and I don’t want to ask you of all people to suffer through LAX traffic so I can just get an Uber if I need to but it’d also be nice to finally meet if you could give me a ride from the airport,” back.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t apprehensive. He was technically still a stranger you met on the internet and you couldn’t guarantee he wasn’t going to overpower you, take your car, kidnap you, and murder you somewhere in the desert. But you took precautions and told your roommate and a couple other friends where you would be and when to expect you back. If things went well and you spent more time with Calum, you’d call them and tell them, no texting.

Two days later, you stood next to your car parked outside the baggage claim for his airline. You didn’t even know who to look for, but he knew what you looked like — obviously, since you met through your twitch stream.

As people started to flood out of the airport doors, you started to wonder if you had been duped. Would this be a story worthy of Nev and Max? Being led to an airport just to be stood up? More and more people left the terminal while you took up space with your car. You’d get a ticket if you didn’t leave soon — your car may be running but you were technically parked in the loading zone — and your anxiety just continued to grow. He wouldn’t lead you on for nearly six months and stand you up at LAX, of all places… right?

Just as you looked down at your phone again to let your roommate know you might be back sooner than expected, you heard your name called from a few feet away.

And when you looked up, you were starstruck.

“You motherfucker,” you laughed as he got closer. “You knew I was a fan from my stream! That’s why you didn’t want to FaceTime!”

He laughed with you and didn’t hesitate to pull you into a hug.

“It was fun getting to just talk to you,” he defended. “I didn’t want you to unintentionally treat me differently just because you like my band.”

It felt nice to not only meet him, but feel him. He held you tight against his chest, his arms circling your shoulders with yours around his waist. And his thick sweater gave you a soft cushion to rest your head against as you just held each other. You pulled back from his hug but kept your hands on his ribcage, his resting on the sides of your neck as you asked, “How did you end up on my stream?”

“Someone tweeted a clip of you singing one of our songs from an older stream so I decided to check you out. I thought you were pretty and fun so I came back for more.”

For a second, you just stared up at him in multiple stages of shock. This was Calum Hood. From your favorite band. He just hugged you. And called you pretty. How could you handle this?!

But you could handle this. Because he was also the guy you had been talking to for the past six months. The guy you stayed up late talking to and who sent supportive messages when your chat got too aggressive and told you stories from his childhood. You knew him. You just had to let yourself realize the man you’d grown to care about personally was also the man you cared about as a fan.

Holy shit.

“Are you okay?” he asked, sliding his hands down your neck and over your shoulders to your upper arms as he looked down at you with concern etched on his face.

“What? Oh, yeah. Sorry, it’s just taking me a second to really let this all sink in,” you admitted.

“Yeah, now that we’re here, I’m realizing I probably should’ve broken the news in a less, uh, spontaneous way,” he laughed nervously, dropping his hands from you and shoving them in his pockets instead.

You should’ve just kept your mouth shut to keep those hands on you. Or if luck was on your side, he’d have his hands all over you later.

“I mean, I’m not mad about it,” you shrugged. “It’s just not what I expected.”

“What did you expect?” he asked with a smirk.

You let out a sigh. “Honestly? I was kind of expecting to either be stood-up or meet a 42-year-old balding man from Alabama with a beer belly named Craig.”

“Wait… his beer belly is named Craig?”

“No, he is named Craig, you doof!” you laughed, gently shoving Calum’s arm.

“Well I’m sorry to disappoint,” he said with that same smirk on his lips.

“Oh believe me, I’m anything but disappointed,” you replied with a quirk of your own lips. “So, am I taking you to your place then?”

Calum started loading his luggage into the backseat of your car as he spoke to you. With only two checked bags and a carry-on, he didn’t have much, but clearly wouldn’t let you help as he hoisted everything in.

“Yes, please,” he said as he shut the car door. “As excited as I am to finally meet you, I really miss my dog.”

You gasped and immediately perked up. “Duke?!”

“Yeah,” he laughed. “Do you want to meet him?”

“Oh my god, yes!” You ran around to the driver’s side and impatiently waited for Calum to get in and buckle his seatbelt before weaving through the waiting cars to get out of LAX. Fortunately, Calum got in on a late night flight so the traffic wasn’t as bad as you’ve seen before.

“I feel like you’re more excited to meet my dog than you are to meet me,” Calum pouted from the passenger’s seat.

“As excited as I am to finally meet you,” you started with a direct quote, “I really love dogs.”

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thisisthestoryofanotherus · 3 years

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Hey, so can you write something like person at Starbucks collides with calum, coffee all over her... Meet again a week later at same place, both hungry, so calum offered lunch, forgot to exchange numbers... Both want to get to know each other more but don't have contact... Just add your flavours after this please. This is like a dream I had a long time back and I really wanna know what happens in the end lmao. It's kinda cringe but I really hope you will work your magic and make it better <3

For me the cringier the better haha. This idea was actually great!…and gosh I’m so jealous of your dreams shoot mine are just confusing af and very Calum-less haha Thank you so much!! Hope you like it!!! Idk about magic but you made me very inspired!

Requests for drabbles, mtls, reactions, and fake texts are OPEN!! Please send in requests!

Fuck. You could not believe your boss. I mean sure you were his assistant but to send you on petty errands like coffee…fucking coffee, when the office was in a rush trying to complete all these orders. But no… you totally had time to go pick up his fucking americano despite the fact you had a million other things to do that actually related to him being productive rather than some caffeine intake. But here you were at the infamous Starbucks, packed as usual from the looks of the long line you could see from the window. You felt your pocket buzz as you approached the door. Reaching for the door handle you read the words “Y/n can you also get me one of those sandwiches?” from your boss when you felt the impact of someone colliding with you and the sensation of cold liquid running down your blouse. You screamed in surprise, looking down to see the iced coffee staining your blouse a caramel color. Your muttered quite the string of expletives and was ready to curse at whoever had the AUDACITY when your eyes met the most apologetic brown puppy eyes and all your anger faded away…

Tell me you wanna come over… wanna be closer…wait no that doesn’t sound right. Calum had been working on these lyrics for what felt like ages. The tune always came easiest to him, but lyrics was something he was always very particular about because it had to capture everything perfectly. He kept running what lyrics he did have for the chorus through his mind, trying to get them just right, as he walked out of Starbucks with his coffee in hand. Tell me tell me tell me you wanna come over…I wanna be closer… or no you’re telling me you’re telling me you wanna come over, you wanna be wanna be wanna be closer. Do-duh-do do-duh-do do-duh-do closer… shoulder rhymes… duh-da-duh hair over your shoulder… hold ya…duh-da-duhsshhhhiiittttt

He did not realize someone was on the other side of the door, so he was surprised to suddenly feel someone colliding with his chest and the crush of plastic in his hand. He noticed his caramel macchiato all over her blouse, looking up to her face he found her quite cute despite the frustration across her features. Before he could apologize, because he truly did feel sorry, suddenly all the frustrations were vocalized. Several curse words later she looked up at him, he prepared himself for your obvious rage to be directed at him, cursing himself for not paying attention since this girl clearly has been through enough today. Meeting her gaze, he watched as her features softened. He took this as his chance to finally apologize.

“I-I’m sorry…I didn’t see you-I wasn’t really paying attention-”

“No…it’s-it’s fine don’t worry about it” she said, cutting him off. “I just-ugh… it’s just the kind of day I’m having you know?”

“And I just made it worse…look let me get you some napkins and I’ll get your coffee. It’s on me…really the least I can do” He said as he walked back into the café, already grabbing napkins and handing them to her. “What is it you’re getting?”

She wiped the coffee stain as she recited her orders to Calum, running to the bathroom to get whatever else she could out as he placed her order. By the time she returned, he was already handing her the carrier of the various assortment of drinks.

“Thank you… you really didn’t have to do that I was on a coffee run for some coworkers” she said, blouse in better shape and a soft smile on her face.

“It’s really the least I can do. Can’t have a pretty girl like you having a completely shit day” Gosh that was cringy…he regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth…what was he thinking?!

She laughed in response as she pulled her phone out of her pocket.

“Hello? WHAT? NOW!? Ya-no I’ll be right there” Panic filled her features as she glanced back at him.

“I’m so sorry-I gotta go… work is-yeah…maybe I can...um maybe we-uh um bye” She muttered as she practically ran out the door, leaving Calum wondering what on earth just happened.

You left the poor guy, the poor oh so attractive guy, as a stuttering mess. The right words refused to leave you mouth. You wanted to say SOMETHING that would allow you to see him again, but you were distracted by the incessant vibrating in your pocket and the thoughts of the chaos unfolding at your job. By the time you finally got out of work (two hours late, honestly how surprising) you couldn’t help but walk past that very same Starbucks hoping to spot the stranger who’s name you never did get, much less his number. Sure enough you couldn’t see the beautiful man through the windows…just employees wiping down tables ready to end their own shifts. When you got home, slipping on your pjs, you almost stopped yourself from spraying stain remover on your white blouse. Staring at the remnants of the coffee stain, you wanted some proof that today actually happened (even if you did nothing but completely embarrass yourself). After several moments, you finally pretreated your poor blouse and started the washer. The memory being washed away along with whatever minuscule chance you had with the beautiful stranger.

That did not stop you from trying though, oh no. You walked past Starbucks every morning on your way to work, and every afternoon after. Along with whenever you could sneak away during your lunch break, you weren’t stalking him, although you couldn’t help if this may be borderline stalking even though he never came. After several days passed though, you wondered what on earth you would say to him if you had the luck to actually run into him again. Fate was not on your side however, since each time the man was no where to be seen. He probably didn’t remember you anyway.

Today. If he is not here today then this will be the end of it. It’s been nearly a week if I don’t see him now then I never will. You thought, making your way to the Starbucks entrance once again. Today you actually got the afternoon off now that work had slowed down. Your boss thought “you deserved it for you hard work”, as if you hadn’t put in dozens of hours of overtime. After a quick glance around the café, he was once again nowhere to be seen. Surprise, surprise. You gave your order to the barista at the counter and sat down at one of the nearby tables. You pulled out your phone to pass the time when you heard someone clear their throat next to you.

“Uh-hey” Calum said, almost in disbelief. After coming to this very Starbucks practically every day at various times hoping to run into you. So when he walked in, imagine his surprise when he looked around and saw you sitting at the table next to the counter. You looked frustrated, probably another bad day, so Calum almost didn’t approach you however he couldn’t stop himself. After saying hello, he was glad he did because the smile that lit up your face was breathtaking.

“Hey” you laughed. “I didn’t think I’d see you again” Your eyes widened after making this statement, redness spreading across your face as you put your head down in embarrassment. Calum chuckled as he sat across from you.

“Neither did I. I hope this doesn’t sound weird but I’ve been coming here a lot hoping to see you again…I mean…I just um… wanted to apologize”

“No I-I’ve been here a lot too… I had to leave so I didn’t get your name…”

“Calum”

You smiled holding out your hand “I’m Y/n”

Calum smiled back as he took you hand in his, holding on to it for longer than a simple handshake would require. “Do you wanna get out of here and get some actual food or something? There’s this great pizza place up the street and-”

“I’d love to” you smiled wide, pulling on his hand still wrapped around yours as you led him out the door, leaving your coffee order forgotten.

#i left the ending as your dream...cuz what happens next is up to you! lol but can write a part 2 if you want #sorry it took so long!#calum hood #calum hood imagine #calum hood fluff #calum hood au #calum hood drabble #5sos #5 seconds of summer #5sos imagines #5sos fluff #5sos drabble

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calumance · 4 years

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hey babe i have an idea for an imagine idk if that makes sense but one where the reader and calum are together watching a movie on their couch and cal sees that she is on her phone so he turns his head to grab his own phone and he realize that she's sending a message to mali asking if she's feeling better and things like that (after a bad day maybe) and cal is just 🥺🥺 bc now she's a part of the family and he can't wait to spend the rest of his life with her.

That made total sense, hope this is what you were looking for my dearest! 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Friday nights were always your dedicated date night with Calum. It didn’t matter what you guys did, it just mattered that you two were together. In the past you had gone out to dinner, a couple of times you’ve had picnics on the beach, but tonight was movie night. You had talked about what you had wanted to do earlier in the week, and both of you had been so busy and tired that staying in with some take out and a movie sounded absolutely amazing.

Calum’s back pressed to the cushions, his head resting on your thigh. His knees bent at the arm of the couch, his legs dangling off the side. Your phone buzzed and the screen lit up, you looked to see who it was to see if it were someone you could respond to later. When you saw Mali’s name pop up, you reached for your phone and read the message. Mali had been talking to you all day about the rough day she had had the day before. “It just sucked, you know? I hate when days just kick you right in the ass and knock you down.” Mali had sent you, your heart tugging.

You adjusted your grip on your phone and tapped out a message back, “I know what you mean, I’ve had days like that before. Are you feeling better today, though?” You locked your phone and set it back down next to you before Calum could catch you on your phone during your date night.

The buzz on the couch made you glance over at Calum to see if he noticed. When he didn’t move a muscle, you reached down and grabbed your phone, your eyes scanning over the message, “I’m feeling better. I got some more sleep, and I did some stuff to get myself to relax. Isn’t it date night? Shouldn’t you and my brother be wrapped around each other being all mushy like you usually are?” The message caused you to chuckle, which gave away the fact that you were on your phone.

Calum looked up at you as your tapped a message back to Mali. “I mean, yeah, but I gotta make sure you’re doing alright, too. You’re my family, too, you know.” He sighed in frustration and reached into his pocket to pull his own phone out. You put your phone back down on the couch and apologized to Calum. He shifted, huffing in annoyance as he put his phone away and concentrated on the movie.

You sat there in silence for a while, but when your phone buzzed again, and you grabbed it to read and reply to Mali, Calum sighed again and sat up. You barely noticed him sitting up as you read Mali’s message, “Yeah, but I know how you two are about date night. You should probably go cuddle with him before he blows a gasket. I love you!” You smiled at the message and looked down at your leg, expecting to see Calum. When he wasn’t there, you pulled your eyebrows together and looked up at him in the corner of the couch. “You didn’t have to move, you know?” You said to him, reaching an arm out towards him.

He continued to scroll through his phone and shrugged. He pulled his eyebrows together and thought about his words carefully, “It’s date night, and you’re busy looking at your phone. If you’re going to look at your phone, then I’m going to look at mine.” His eyes stayed locked on his phone as you pushed yourself from your spot and crawled on the couch towards him.

Thinking about what Mali said, you pressed your left hand to the right side of his cheek and forced him to look at you. When he finally turned his head, you pressed your lips against his, causing him to melt against you and drop his phone. His fingertips trailed across your skin as his hands rested on your jaw. His lips worked against yours for a minute, until he caught on to what you were doing and pulled his lips away from yours. “I know what you’re doing, and that’s not fair.”

You sighed and smiled, sitting back onto your heels. “I’m not trying to discredit our date night. Mali and I have been talking since yesterday because she had a rough day. I wanted to make sure she was feeling better today because I care about her.” You shrugged and looked into Calum’s eyes, a soft smirk twitching at the corner of your lips. “She’s practically my sister too, you know, and sometimes it’s easier to talk to another girl instead of a frumpy, grumpy brother.” You laughed as you poked Calum in the side.

Calum jolted when you poked him, and he laughed, rubbing the spot you poked. His smile faded slightly as he thought about what you had just said. “I didn’t know you talked to my sister like that.” His eyes stayed locked onto yours, a soft smile staying on his lips.

You shrugged and smiled, “You’re the one who put the ring on my finger, she’s my family, too, now. I’ve never had a sister before, it’s pretty cool to have one now.” You shrugged again and looked at the sparkly ring on your left ring finger, spinning it around with your other fingers.

Calum pushed himself up from his spot and held himself only inches away from your face. “How did I get lucky enough to get someone as amazing as you in my life?” You smiled at him, your eyes never leaving his brown ones. You shrugged and he chuckled before wrapping his hand around the back of your neck to pull you back in for a heated, passionate kiss.

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cryonme · 3 years

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Sunflower

word count- 1.4k

tw- alcohol, weed, cursing? idk but probably, mentions of a bad relationship, some tears, Luke been cute. lmk if I missed anything.

mentions- luke, sage, calum, fiona, sage’s ex boyfriend

a/n- hellOOO!!!! SOO, this is the first part in the Luke + Sage series, but the second in the crazy eights. The beginning of Luke and sage!! I love these two so much and I’m so excited for you all to get to know them!! This is loosely based on Sunflower by Rex Orange County. hope u all enjoy, I love feedback!! xo Roxie.

“Sage West!”

Sage took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She’d recognize that voice anywhere.

“Luke Hemmings.” She mustered up the biggest, toothiest smile she could and shot it at him.

“What are you up to tonight, my sunflower?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Sage huffed and spun around on her heel, making a beeline for the register so that there would be a barrier between the two.

“What?” Luke jogged behind her, leaning his elbows on the counter to get closer to the girl he so adored.

“You seem to keep forgetting the minor detail that I have a boyfriend.”

“That you hate.”

“Luke!”

“Look, it’s a party. Bring him.” Luke slipped you a piece of paper with a phone number and address on it.

“Text me if you have any questions.”

Sage took her second deep breath of the morning as she stared at the paper. She loved Luke. More than she should love a regular customer who seems to only come in to flirt with her. The first time she met Luke she knew exactly who he was, obviously. She worked at a record store, she’s got his albums stocked just about everywhere. She pretended that she didn’t know him, and he tried to pretend like he wasn’t falling in love at first sight. He’s come back multiple times a week since then. Only problem was her boyfriend. Her boyfriend who takes advantage of her kindness and soft spokenness and walks all over her.

She grabbed the paper and shoved it in her back pocket, she wasn’t gonna go, but throwing out Luke Hemmings’ phone number just didn’t feel right.

The second Sage stepped foot into the house party she wanted to turn around, run home, get under her covers, and never come out.

Her plan was ruined when Luke made eye contact with her in less than 5 seconds.

“West!” He called out with the brightest smile on his face. Fuck, she loved that smile.

Before she knew it the tall blonde was stopped right in front of her.

“Let’s get you a drink, sunflower!”

“My name is Sage.” She said quietly while involuntarily squeezing Luke’s hand as she took in the party crowd.

He turned to her and smiled, but said nothing. He finally stopped the two of you at a large table in the dining room, filled to the edges with different kinds of alcohol.

“Pick your poison, Sunny!”

“Sage.” The girl reached out her lanky hand and grabbed one of the only unopened beers. “Weed?”

Luke smiled. “Fuck yeah. Let’s find Calum.”

Sage didn’t have to ask who Calum was. Again, the girl worked in a record store.

Luke grabbed her hand once again, she let it slide because if he didn’t she’d probably get lost.

“Who’s house is this anyway?” She asked, but Luke stopped paying attention to her and had his eyes on a crying girl.

“Fi? Hey, what happened?”

“Ask Calum.” She spat and shoved past Luke.

Calum came not too long after, Luke stopped him to let him know he better fix whatever he did.

Once Calum was out of sight Luke turned back to Sage.

“Stupid shits have been in love with each other for years. Took Calum’s joint.” He held up the perfectly rolled paper in his fingers. “Let’s go!” He grabbed her hand once again.

Luke had barely relaxed until him and Sage were comfortably seated on the patio. He pulled out the joint and stuck it between the girl’s lips, holding out his lighter and lighting the end of it.

“No boyfriend?”

“He wasn’t home when I left.” She stated dryly before taking a large inhale of the smoke and handing the joint to Luke.

“Hm.” Luke hummed, not wanting to pry and cause the girl to leave.

“How long you two been together?” He asked, blowing out smoke and handing the joint back to the girl.

“Three years.”

“Damn, Sunny.”

“Why do you call me that?”

“Suits you.” “Hm.” It was Sage’s turn to hum.

“Ya know, sometimes I don’t wanna go home.” Sage said quietly, almost to where Luke didn’t hear her.

“How come?”

“He scares me.”

Luke’s heart shattered. Sage was the sweetest girl he’d ever come across, he hated that stupid relationship she was in. They never saw each other outside of the record shop but when she did mention her boyfriend he’d notice her shoulders drop or her fingers start to fidget.

“So why do you?”

Sage shrugged. “Can’t bring myself to leave.”

“Does he hit you?”

She shook her head rapidly. “No, just yells a lot. Says mean stuff.”

If Luke had blinked at the right moment he would’ve missed her wipe a tear.

“You can’t stay with someone like that, Sunny. That’s not- I mean, being scared to go home? That can’t be love.”

“What am I supposed to do?”

“You could stay with me, I don’t wanna see you cry, Sage.” Luke offered in all seriousness. Not a hint of humor in his eyes.

Sage rolled her eyes. “I barely know you, Luke.”

Luke cleared his throat. “I’m Luke Robert Hemmings, I’m from Australia. I’ve got a dog named Petunia, my favorite color is blue, I’m in a stupid band, I have two brothers, and I really like Jack in the box. Anything else?”

Sage laughed, “I can’t, Luke.”

“You don’t have to feel this emptiness.” Luke said.

Sage brought her head up to look at the blond.

“I’m sorry, Luke.” Sage whispered and picked up her purse, making her way to the door. She started to open it then looked back at Luke. “Thanks.”

Luke couldn’t go to the record store, he was too embarrassed.

Of course she’s not gonna stay with you, you dick.

“I’m worried about her, honestly.” Luke huffed at breakfast. “Her boyfriend scares her, I mean, it can’t be good.”

“She has your number. I’m sure she’ll call if things get bad.” Calum said, reaching over to grab a strawberry off of Fiona’s plate.

“She had a point, you know. She doesn’t know you.”

“I’m a celebrity. How much shit could I possibly have to hide?”

Fiona shrugged like he had a point.

“My advice? Give it time. Be her friend, help her through it, be the shoulder to cry on right now. From what you’ve told me I can tell she likes you too, but give her time. Relationships like that are scary, can’t really just up and leave.” Fiona said.

Luke nodded. He would wait forever if he had to.

About two weeks after the party and Luke had made no contact with Sage. Fiona said she would most likely come to him but he was sick of waiting. He didn’t have a phone number and he didn’t want to upset her while she was at work. Not knowing if he was gonna be able to see her again was killing him.

Luke had just finished up writing a couple verses for a new song when there was a timid knock at the door, he probably wouldn’t have heard it if it wasn’t for Petunia nearly losing her mind.

“Calm down!” He whisper-yelled at the dog as he made his way to the door. Once he swung it open he was met with a very shaky and crying Sage.

“Sage? Come in, Sunny, come in.”

The girl took in an uneven breath and rushed through the door as if someone was chasing her and Luke hurriedly closed the door and locked it before turning to her.

“I didn’t know where else to go.” She whimpered and Luke didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around her.

“We need to get you some friends, Sunny.” He said sarcastically and Sage let out a laugh.

“I guess so.”

“Boyfriend?”

“Out of the picture.”

“Good. Asshole.” Luke huffed and separated himself from her, arms still around her waist.

“Staying here?”

She nodded.

“Tea?

Another nod.

Luke nodded and brought her to the kitchen, making her a cup of tea before showing her to the guest bedroom next to his.

He showed her the bathroom, the clean towels, the extra blankets, and the laundry room.

“Can I come with you in the morning to pick up your stuff?” He asked her once she had settled herself on the bed in her pajamas.

“Please.”

Luke nodded. “Hey, how did you find my apartment?”

Sage could feel her cheeks heat up. “I may have googled your address?”

The boy laughed, “Couldn’t give me a call?”

“Asshole ripped up the paper you gave me. Said I was cheating.”

Luke’s heart sank. He didn’t respond, just walked to her and bent down, pressing a soft kiss to her head.

“I promise I’m the one for you.”

#luke hemmings imagine #luke hemmings one shot #luke hemmings fanfic #luke hemmings #5sos imagine #5sos fanfiction #5sos fic #5sos fanfic #luke hemmings fluff #luke hemmings blurb #5sos blurbs #5sos #5 seconds of summer #ashton irwin #calum hood #michael clifford

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i'm very 👀 about "miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine for a niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight" and also a robin hood au???? hello??? 👀👀👀 i also want ask about driving jalex but maybe 3 fics are too many lolll love you -megs 💙

yes alright hello megs i am here FINALLY let's get into it

so! miiiiine for a niiiight (abridged title) is a prompt fic, from an ask someone sent me asking me to write a muke wayf fic. i...started it and then...it's...it stopped. i stopped. and i don't really know. where it's going now. i don't know. i had an idea for it when i started it but then i stopped writing it and then forgot what my idea was, kind of, basically? so anyway. here's some of that though

“A hotel, I assume,” says Michael. “If you give me your number I can text you once I find out which one.”

That would be good, because Michael is going to baggage claim and Luke is not. It would also be good because Luke and Michael sat next to each other on the plane and Luke spent the whole time overthinking whether or not Michael would try to hold his hand if he left it on the arm rest. He didn’t try because he didn’t really want to know. But it’s a good sign if Michael is asking for Luke’s number even though they only just met and in four days they’ll be on opposite sides of the country again.

“Sure,” Luke says, and he puts his number in Michael’s phone.

so that's that! robin hood au is hahahahahahahahahahahaha look it's an au of the 2018 robin hood movie with taron egerton. that one. it's a lashton fic with luke as robin hood and ashton as marian, and then calum is john and michael is friar tuck. i wrote almost 6k of it, and then i realized i didn't really understand the progression of the plot of that movie, and therefore i would be unable to write this au. so it stalled and i have made no progress since then. i guess it's not IMPOSSIBLE but i'd need to rewatch the movie, maybe more than once, and maybe with a person to explain all the moving parts to me (maybe you? eyes emoji) lmao. anyway. what i DO have written is not bad, here:

This can’t be. He can’t be drafted. There’s — there’s Ashton, and he’s a Lord, and he didn’t even think that was allowed. He feels short of breath.

“Who is it?”

He can’t go to war. He can’t. He can’t leave Ashton alone, and he certainly can’t be alone, he’ll go crazy and he’ll die right away. Maybe he can plead insanity.

“Luke.” Ashton’s by his side now, and he curls a hand around Luke’s neck and presses a kiss to his lips. “I thought we had unfinished business.”

Luke hands him the letter. Ashton takes one look at it and his hand falls away from Luke’s face.

“Oh,” he whispers.

and driving jalex! (three is not too many.) i started writing this fic one night at camp when i was just in this kind of manic mood (kinda like when you do your underwater scream thing? me but with driving) and i went for a drive on the highway that runs by my camp and like. it was hella late and it was completely dark out and the highway is super windy (it's called snake road because it winds around so much) and i had my music blasting at the highest volume it would go, and then i pulled over (safely i promise) and sat in the car and just wrote the start of this. i add to it randomly when i'm in a similar mood as i was when i started it. maybe i'll finish it, i don't know, it's kind of nothing and idk where it's going if anywhere. definitely one of the heavier fics i have though. essentially alex is on a manic drive (like mine was) and picks up hitchhiker jack. here's some of it

“Bleak,” Alex says. “You’re the first person I’ve met who will talk to me about death, you know that? Everyone else I’ve ever met just gets worried.”

“Yeah, well.” Jack shrugs. “If you go down now, I go down with you.”

Alex knows that well. He knows that if Jack hadn’t been in the car with him, he might not have seen that deer.

Or he might not have braked.

(Of course he’d have braked because he’s a coward and he can talk a big game about the temptation of the fall but no one ever really wants to hit the ground. But he thinks he might have regretted saving his own life. He doesn’t regret saving Jack’s.)

so there you go. ~content~

ask me about one of my WIPs!

#ask #igarbagecannoteven #megs #we have fun here !#this driving jalex writing is so good i wish there was more of it i wish it was done #omg wait #these fics are all different pairings that's crazy #i might finish the wayf one because i think i re-figured it out #but now it's just a matter of actually putting the story down #but ! it's interesting which is fun #and i have big doubts that ill ever get anywhere with robin hood au but i guess crazier things have happened #driving jalex tho. i am hoping to find some way to finish that one #mostly because it's so good and i like it so much that i just really want to share it #and the only way to do that is to finis ht #finish it*#fic talk

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can you do 22 with cal pls

Coward // C.H

Word count: 3k

Warnings: a bit of smut I guess but not really more than heated kisses, mention of anxiety and a bit of sadness too

Requested: based on the prompt “can I kiss you right now?”. Request are always open and they don’t have to be prompt based, feel free to request anything you want!

A/N: hi! I don’t know how to feel about this one. I’ve spent the whole day writing it and I still feel it could be better but I don’t hate it ig. I like that it has like flashbacks idk. I got kinda caught up in my own feelings so this may be too fluffy or cheesy. Feedback is really appreciated! I’d really love to know what you think about it. Enjoy!

Masterlist

You didn’t really like parties that much, but it was Luke’s birthday party, so you figured it would be rude not to go. You and Luke had been best friends since he moved to LA and somehow you had never been able to spend his birthday with him until this year, so you were excited.

You finished getting ready and headed to Luke’s house. It was a 10 minutes walk so before you could even realize it, you were already there. You would have lied if you had said you weren’t a bit nervous too. You knew it was gonna be crowded and you were afraid your anxiety would strike when you needed it the less.

Besides, it was gonna be the first time you saw Calum since quarantine started. You wouldn’t care if it wasn’t because the last time you saw him you told him how you felt. You had known Calum for a couple of years now. In the beginning, you saw him just like one of Luke’s bandmates but as time went by, you started falling in love with him. You tried to deny it even to yourself because you were convinced you had no chance with him but it didn’t make your feelings go away.

You had told Luke you liked Calum a couple of months ago. “I know” was his answer after you explained to him how you had silently fallen for his best friend. You weren’t even surprised, no one knew you better than Luke. What you didn’t expect was him telling you that you should go for it.

You were two years younger than Luke and from the moment you got close, he had acted like a big brother. He was always trying to protect you and rarely approved any of the boys you had been with. So it was quite a surprise when he told you he thought Calum may be the one for you.

“Oh, c’mon Luke. You’re giving me false hopes here... you know Calum would never go out with someone like me”

“What are you talking about, y/n? You’re the most awesome girl I know, and also the funniest, you know Calum loves that”

“I’m also younger than him, I’m sure he sees me just like you, like a little sister to protect. I’m not doing it, Luke, I don’t wanna lose him. I’ve gotten used to loving him in silence, it’s fine”

“Why have you told me then? You were hoping I’d say this. I think you are meant for each other, and you may be younger but you are way more mature than any of us. Don’t forget I know him too if I’m telling you that you should try it is because I really think it’s going to work”

You didn’t even know how but he had convinced you to invite Calum over that same day and as soon as he got to your house, Luke left the two of you alone. You could see the confused look Calum gave him as he said goodbye. “Good luck” he shouted as he closed the door making you blush.

“So... what are we doing here? I thought the rest of the guys were coming too”

“No, it’s just you and me tonight” you answered awkwardly. “Do you want anything to drink?”

“A beer will be fine”

You brought him a beer and served yourself a tequila, hoping the alcohol would give you the courage you lacked. You talked about your day and when you realized the conversation was dying out you decided it was time to tell him.

“So you’re probably still wondering what you’re doing here” he nodded in response “yeah, me too. Luke convinced me to do this and now I guess there’s no going back”. You shifted on your sit of the couch not knowing how to word your feelings. He was staring at you, waiting for you to continue.

“Okay, you know we’ve known each other for a couple of years now, right? well, of course, you know. We’ve spent quite a lot of time together, I’d say we’ve become good friends and I enjoy so much spending time with you because you always make me laugh and you are always there to listen and give advice when someone needs you. So I don’t know what I want to happen after I say this and I don’t know how to say this”

“Just say it y/n, it will be fine” he encouraged you. You took a deep breath and raised your head to look at him.

“I really like you Calum” he laughed and you gave him a confused look. “What?” you questioned.

“I like you too, y/n, you’re one of my best friends” you sighed and shook your head.

“No, that’s not what I mean Cal. I have feelings for you, I think I love you” you looked down and waited for him to say something. When he didn’t, you could feel the tears building up in your eyes. You felt Calum standing up from the couch. “Where are you going?” you managed to ask.

“I’m sorry, y/n. I can’t do this right now” you felt your heart break in a thousand pieces as you heard the door close and you called Luke.

“I don’t know what to say, y/n. I’m so sorry, I swear I thought he would react differently, I don’t know what’s up with him” Luke explained himself as he cuddled up with you. He stayed at your house that night and that was the last time you had seen any of them since quarantine had started just a few days later.

Of course, you had kept in touch with Luke, calling each other or facetiming almost every day, but you hadn’t heard of Calum since then. When Luke told you he’d be at the party your first reaction was to get mad at him for inviting you both but five minutes later you realized you were both his friends and there was no reason why Luke shouldn’t have invited him, you know? not liking you back wasn’t a crime after all.

Luke opened the door and all of your fears went away, you had missed him so much these last months that the only thing you could think about now was being with him. You went in, said “hello” to everyone who had already arrived and sat next to Luke.

“I’ve brought you something”, you said receiving a disapproving look from him. “Before you say it, I know you didn’t want any presents but I have never been with you on your birthday so please make an exception, besides, it’s not like I’ve spent a lot of money on it or whatever”.

You handed Luke his present and you could see the sparkle on his eyes while he opened it, you knew that deep inside he loved receiving gifts, he just hated people spending money on him. It was a book filled with polaroids of your favorite memories with him and you had written exactly how you had felt in those moments. You knew Luke would appreciate way more something handmade, personalized, and something you had spent your time in rather than something you had just bought.

“Oh wow, this is beautiful, y/n, I love you so much, thank you for taking the time to make this!” he told you while he hugged you and you couldn’t help but giggle at his excitement.

The night went by, as usual, nothing really out of the ordinary. Calum had arrived only a few minutes after you but you both had avoided each other the whole night. It hadn’t been hard since he spent most of the time in the kitchen playing games while you stayed in the living room talking to your friends.

A couple hours after midnight people started to leave and when everyone had gone, you, the band, and their girlfriends offered to help Luke clean all the mess. You were washing the dishes and glasses when you heard the door of the kitchen close. You turned around and saw Calum standing almost too close to you for your liking.

“Hello”, you said trying to be polite and hide the fact that you still felt embarrassed for opening up about your feelings. “Have you had a great night?” you asked him turning to continue your task and to try to hide your blush.

“It’s been great, yeah”, at the sound of his voice you felt a slight shiver running down your body, it felt like a lifetime since the last time you had heard it. Suddenly you felt his hands on your hips and his breath on your neck. You could feel the tension building up between you two but you didn’t know how to react so you kept washing.

At the lack of response from you, he moved to your side and started helping you. You sighed relieved at the same time as frustrated for the loss of contact. You kept going in silence until you had finished.

“It’s pretty late, I’m gonna head home”, you told him. You went to open the door but he grabbed your wrist making you turn and pulling you close to him.

“As you said, it’s late, let me give you a ride” he offered and you nodded. Luke opened the door and Calum let go of you.

“Am I interrupting something?” he asked confused.

“Ha, ha, very funny. No, I was just offering y/n a ride home”

“Are you okay with that. y/n? If you wait for a second, I can drive you”

“No, that’s fine Luke. I’ll go with Calum” you answered. You were feeling the tension between you and Calum still growing and although you knew you may end up heartbroken once again, you were curious where it could lead to. You said your goodbyes and got in Calum’s car.

Calum put on some music and you closed your eyes trying to relax but all the tension came back to your body as Calum placed his hand on your thigh. You left a soft gasp and grabbed his hand as an instinct, but you didn’t pull it away. Calum started to draw small circles with his thumb and continued to move his hand slowly closer to your inner thigh. His touch felt so warm and familiar, it was comforting. You arrived home and Calum got out of the car almost instantly. It was fair to say you were more than confused by his behavior.

You got out of the car and were surprised by Calum quickly closing the door and pushing you against it.

“I know I’m an asshole but please, I am begging you, can I kiss you right now?” you nodded frantically and it took him less than a second to press his lips against yours. You opened your lips slightly desperate to finally taste him and he slipped his tongue inside your mouth. He pushed your legs apart with his and you left a soft moan. After a few seconds, he pulled away and you could tell his eyes were filled with lust.

“What was that? I mean, you know how I feel about you so I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it, but why did you do it?”

“I am a mess for you, y/n. You are all I can think about. I’ve spent my days in quarantine looking at our photos together and remembering every moment I’ve spent with you. You don’t know how many times I’ve been about to call you but I never summoned up the courage to do it. I’ve liked you since the first time I saw you, at this time you’ve proved to me you’re the kindest and bravest person on this Earth and every time you give me more motives to fall in love with you. Luke advised you to tell me because all the band has known how I feel for years. I’m so sorry if I hurt you in any way, trust me, it was the last thing I wanted”

“Why did you leave? I’ve spent these few months trying to get over you. I don’t get it, Cal. You left me thinking I had lost one of the people I care for the most not only as a potential partner but also as a friend”

“I know, Luke told me. I really am sorry. I am such a coward. My first reaction was to run away because that’s what I always do when I feel vulnerable. You know I haven’t had a stable relationship in years and you’re part of the reason why. I could only imagine my future with you and I didn’t think it was fair to start something with anybody else if I thought it wasn’t going to last. I swear I’m not lying when I say you’re the only person I’ve thought about for the longest time. But I never got any sign from you that could mean you felt the same so I got used to my love for you being platonic. Besides I know you don’t like being on the public eye that much and it has given you anxiety the few times paparazzi have followed you with Luke so I thought we were better out as friends and I never tried anything.

And then when you confessed your feelings I tried to tell you how I felt but I couldn’t get the words out of my mouth. I started to think about being in a relationship and I got scared of commitment and everything it implies so I left. I don’t think I’ve ever regretted any decision as much as that one. I know I don’t deserve you to forgive me but, please, could you give me a second chance?”

“You know you could have fixed this before, right?”

“Yes, I know. I’m sorry for that too. I thought you probably hated me and I didn’t know what to say exactly. If I’m being honest, until tonight, my plan was to act as if nothing happened and just try to be your friend again but then I saw you tonight with this little red dress that drives me crazy if I’m allowed to say so” you nodded and smiled at him “Well, I saw you and I talked to Luke and somehow I decided I would try to tell you tonight and if it didn’t work I’d leave you alone because that’s the least you deserve. You’ve possibly noticed I didn’t exactly have a plan but suddenly I just felt like I needed to be in contact with you, touch you, kiss you, as if I needed to hold on to you and never let go. As I’ve said, I am a mess, I am feeling things more intense than I ever had before that I don’t fully understand yet and just being around you makes me so happy I don’t ever wanna lose you. I love you, y/n”. You wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a short peck. You pressed your foreheads together, feeling each other’s breaths.

“I already told you, but I love you too, Calum, so much. You’re lucky I do because I don’t know if I’d give you a second chance otherwise” he sighed relieved.

“I have to warn you, you’re gonna have to be patient, I’m new to all of this” Calum said pointing at the two of you.

“What do you mean by “this”? A relationship?” you teased.

“I guess so, y/n, I’ve never done this before and it may be weird, old-fashioned or whatever but I feel like asking this would be a great start for our relationship. Y/n, do you wanna be my girlfriend?”

“Of course I do, you cheesy idiot!” you giggled and he kissed you again pressing you against the car for the second time. Your tongues danced perfectly synchronized as you played with the curls at the back of his head. You pulled them slightly and Calum let out a quiet moan, which was exactly what you were hoping for.

“Do you wanna come inside?” you asked as you bit your lip and shifted your position so that his back was pressed to the car now.

“As much as I’d love to say yes, I think we should take this slow. I don’t wanna rush it and screw things up” he said pulling a strand of hair off your face. You pouted making him giggle. “C’mon, let me at least take you out for a date first, what do you say about dinner tomorrow?”

“Fine, but I expect a great dessert after it” you winked at him and blushed right after. “Don’t mind me, I do stupid things when I’m horny”.

“It was cute”

“But it was supposed to be sexy” he laughed and you followed him. “I guess you’re gonna have to get used to your new girlfriend failing to be sexy”

“Trust me, you are sexy just by existing. So, do I pick you up tomorrow at 8?”

“That sounds perfect, Cal” he hugged you and you wrapped your arms around his torso “I’ve never said this before but your hugs have always made me feel safe, I’m so glad it’s not weird to say that out loud anymore”

“You are the cutest. But y/n, I really meant it when I said you are gonna have to be patient with me. I’m not used to being in a relationship or sharing my feelings but I promise I’ll try my best to make this work”

“It’s okay, we’ll work it out together, step by step. We need to earn each other’s trust first, it’s normal if you don’t feel like opening up just yet”

“You really are the kindest girl ever, how did I get this lucky?” you pulled away from his embrace.

“I’m gonna go to sleep, see you tomorrow Cal”

“See you tomorrow babe” you couldn’t help but blush at the pet name. You kissed him goodbye and got into your apartment happier than you had ever been.

“Congrats, mate!” Luke said once you had closed your door.

“What are you doing here, Luke? Were you watching us? That’s creepy man”

“Of course I was! Did you guys really think I was gonna leave the two of you alone after last time?”

“Fair enough”

“Although there was a point when I thought you were gonna get inside and that was awkward to watch but the point is that I’m glad you didn’t”

“Yeah, I told her it is better if we take things slow”

“I agree. By the way, don’t you dare hurt her again Calum or else I don’t know what I’ll do”

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on hurting her, I swear. In fact, I really like her Luke, I think she has always been the one”

“I know, I can tell by the huge smile that doesn’t leave your face” Luke teased him.

“Oh, shut up!” they both laughed and decided it was time to wrap up the night and head home.

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