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cakesunflower · 6 years ago

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almost [c.h. blurb]

a/n: lowercase intended in this short piece i have no idea why i wrote but kind of got emo writing it

dedicated to @irwinkitten, @valentinelrh, @dammitbands, @sexgodashton, @sweetcherrymike, @softforcal, & @5sosnsfw. just a few of the many writers who inspire me to be better every day.

almost. that’s what the two of you had always been. always friends, almost giving into the desire for more. with almost kisses and moments of sleeping in the same bed almost turning into something more. but those almost moments were upstaged by his commitment of flying to another city, state, country, and those almosts were left behind in the dust of his distance until the next ones came along. a moment closer to the almost, maybe, becoming an absolute.

the timing had never been right. if you were with someone, he wasn’t. if he was with someone, you weren’t. and in the times of one being with someone else, the one forgotten was left wondering if they were too late, if the one who’d had their attention for so long had moved on, if your almost moments were doomed to stay as just.

his eyes would always find yours when he was on stage and you decided to attend a show, his dark gaze the warmest you’d ever been met with, a smile gracing his face you foolishly liked to think was meant just for you. he’d even visit you at work sometimes during your lunch hour, or when you were on a break in between classes, uncaring of the stares he’d receive because of who he was. his attention would be on you, and yours on him, and it felt as though you two were finally moving forward in the right direction.

but Calum was never around for long, his job too demanding. but he never forgot you. never used your company as a pastime until he was jetting off to somewhere you’d find pictures of him in online, surrounded by pretty girls who loved him whom he adored. an ocean could separate you and you’d never be off his mind. the color of your eyes and the kindness of your smile, the way your body fit against his when you hugged and his desire of never allowing his arms to drop from around you, your go-to body wash scent, how he himself was both jealous and endeared that Duke preferred your cuddles over his own when available, and the kind of way you preferred your morning caffeine.

he’d lay in his bunk in the tour bus or in the bed of whatever hotel they were staying in that night, eyes absently on the ceiling above and mind always on you and those almosts. his head tortured him with images of those almost kisses; of cheek kisses that landed dangerously close to lips, of hugs that lingered a bit too long and consisted of pulling away just enough to allow for the gentle brush of noses, lips mere inches away before the courage fell and the distance grew. he wondered what it’d be like for his lips to finally meet yours. the uncertainty of almost never being absolute often kept him up at night.

yours was the face that popped in his head when he was asked if there was anyone waiting for him back home, whether it was true or not. he’d sit in between his boys and across from the interviewer, knee gently bouncing and fingers absently twirling the bracelet on his wrist, your smile and eyes flashing across his mind’s eye when his band mates talked about their partners and he was left giving them the reins to that question. you were significant in his life, but you weren’t his significant other, no matter how badly he wanted you to be. no matter how badly you wanted to take hold of that title.

was there a future for you two? was there a chance, a hope, a moment where time would line up under the sun and the moon and the stars and everything would fall into place where it belongs and you two would find solace in the other? more so than you already do? would your heads and your hearts and your entire damn beings allow for those almosts to become absolute certainties?

you watched the pictures and videos of him that would be all over social media, would scroll through the personal collection you had in your own camera roll, and wonder if it was meant to be. were you yearning for something that the universe would continue depriving you of? were you two made to never be together, be it for each other? created merely for your hearts to ache as distance and wrong timing join together to be an unwanted third party to whatever relationship you currently have? you were fine, kind of, sort of, with watching videos and pictures of Calum; of him meeting fans and performing like a god on stage and living his best life with his best friends. you didn’t think you would be able to handle it if his life consisted of another woman that wasn’t you.

you wouldn’t be able to handle it if all that could be said of two of you was almost.

you were the first person he saw when he landed back home. he was the first person you told about your crap day at school or work. you were the first to get the free ticket to any show his band was putting on. he was the first to be woken up when you wanted to go on a late night fast food run.

you fell in love with each other during the years of your friendship, during the times one of you was recovering from a breakup while watching the other find happiness with someone else. you were still in love with each other even when both of you tried to find relationships with others. how could you be so unfair to your partner by loving your friend? why couldn’t you both just give in to each other? what was stopping you?

fear, maybe, of the almosts not living up to the absolute.

and then his best friend was getting married, and maybe it was watching Michael be so complete, so happy, so content with the woman he was marrying, maybe it was knowing that the certainty of holding someone you love’s hand, of feeling their kisses and being the reason for that unadulterated smile, but Calum was ready to say goodbye to the almost.

asking you to be his date to the wedding had been frightening, nerve-wracking, thrilling. when you said yes, he could’ve kissed you right then. but he didn’t. the timing wasn’t right. as if it ever was.

and as you sat there in one of the front rows, watching your two friends get married, a teary eyed smile on your face, your gaze kept wandering over to the best man. the minister was preaching about love, about finding the person that brings a joy in your life never felt before, about how their souls were created to belong together, and your eyes never left Calum. you were missing your friends getting married because you felt it all for Calum, and when he looked back at you, the smile on his face stilling the breath in your lungs, you were also ready to bid the almosts a forever goodbye.

it was amidst the dance floor at your friends’ wedding where you and Calum finally, finally, finally took the leap of faith. where the years of longing looks and lingering touches and aching hearts came to head as lips met in a kiss the universe had waited until this moment to allow.

slow, savoring, sweet, sure. everything both of you had imagined it to be and so much more as he brushed his nose against yours and you squeezed his hand, bodies still gently swaying to the music. his smile made your stomach flip and yours made his heart pound. and then you kissed him again because you could. because it was right.

because you and Calum weren’t made for almosts. you and Calum were made for certainties.

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cakesunflower · 6 years ago

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Sugar Coated Pain [Boxer!Calum AU]—What Happens After Head Canons

A/N: Hey y’all! So if you’ve read my boxer!Calum fic, Sugar Coated Pain, this is a little something extra. Just some head canons for what happens after the story ends! I missed Noelle & Calum a lot, so I figured I’d write some stuff up for them & their family.

Calum proposed to Noelle when baby Dahlia was a little over a month old. Even though Noelle knew it was coming, she still cried when she entered Simon’s Stories to open up for the day, still on maternity leave yet offering to open because Beverly had been sick and there had been no other option, only to see the words “Will you marry me?” written on the chalkboard wall with Calum down on one knee in front of it, his grandmother’s gorgeous ring held out in a box ready for Noelle to wear.

Turns out Beverly hadn’t actually been sick.

The store opened a bit late that day. Calum and Noelle were too lost in consummating their engagement right then and there before heading home when Beverly actually showed up to work.

But they didn’t get married until a year after that.

They took their engagement photos in Dumbo, right in front of the Brooklyn Bridge

Unlike Beverly and Ashton’s wedding, Noelle and Calum’s was kept small by both of their requests. Only friends and family were invited, just a little over fifty guests.

They had a rooftop wedding in New York, complete with a gorgeous view and flowers and drinks and a good time.

When Calum saw Noelle walking down the aisle with her mother at her side, he didn’t bother holding back the tears. He’s only ever cried publicly twice so far: when he first met Dahlia, and when the love of his life walked towards him with the full intention of becoming his wife.

We can’t forget Beverly walking down the aisle holding Dahlia as well.

There wasn’t a single dry eye when they both spoke their vows. If there was any doubt that the two of them were in love, it disappeared as Calum and Noelle shamelessly and genuinely talked about how much they loved each other.

Their first dance song was Dancing In The Dark—AKA the song that was playing through the store when they first kissed.

Their honeymoon was in Florence, Italy. They didn’t leave the bed for the first two days.

When at the gym, Calum sometimes found himself going a couple of rounds with a punching bag. Every time Noelle saw him, it excited her just like it did the first time.

But with his family, going back into the ring was never something Calum ever thought about.

Calum’s phone was filled with pictures and videos of Dahlia.

Noelle’s favorite videos to watch are of Dahlia during tummy time when she was younger, Calum filming and constantly encouraging their daughter to lift her head, roll over, etc.

He got a tattoo of a dahlia flower on his right upper arm.

Dahlia tends to wake up early, so Calum gets her dressed and brings her along when he takes Duke out on a walk.

Duke and Dahlia are best friends. He’ll always choose to cuddle with her over Calum and Noelle.

Calum and Noelle also have a designated date night during the week. Dahlia stays with either her grandmother or Aunt Beverly and Uncle Ashton so Calum and Noelle can go out and run around like a bunch of kids in love like they used to.

Except that love was always there, but with a baby they never got too much alone time.

Calum loves seeing his wedding band on his finger, and the sight of Noelle wearing both her rings fills him with a rush of love.

By the time Dahlia was a year and a half, Beverly and Ashton were expecting their first child.

Dahlia’s first words were “dada”.

Calum cried.

Dahlia loves her cousin.

Bev and Ash’s kid, Harvey, is her best friend.

When Dahlia was 3, going on 4, Calum and Noelle started discussing about having another kid.

They were watching her play in the living room with Duke, her toys surrounding her, as they stood on the kitchen.

They still were in awe that they had a child.

“Can you believe we made that? An actual person.”

“A really cute person.”

“What do you expect? She’s my kid.”

That earned Calum a smack, which he only returned with a laugh before wrapping his arms around his wife.

He’d pull a pouty Noelle towards him before saying, “We should make more.”

Of course Noelle was quick to agree.

Any excuse to have sex with her husband, right?

They’d start off in the bedroom, but eventually Calum starts showing up to the book store to drag Noelle into a back room during her break. She doesn’t complain.

She’ll show up to the gym where Calum can take her any way he likes in the privacy of his office.

She’s pregnant before the end of the month.

Finding out was different the second time around. The two of them sat on the bathroom floor as they waited for the tests, holding hands as they had a whispered conversation about the idea of a new baby.

It was something they discussed often since deciding they wanted more kids, but now it was seeming more real.

And when the pregnancy test had the two lines for a positive result, it was a happy day in the Hood household.

After their first doctor’s appointment where they got the sonogram, they told their families and the boys.

They told Dahlia she was going to be a big sister as she ate a McDonalds Happy Meal. They aren’t quite sure if she was excited about a sibling or her chicken nuggets.

But then they got home and went into Dahlia’s room because she’d been a bit too quiet for a while, they were confused to see her pulling some toys out of her toy chest and placing them to the side.

“What’re you doin’, bug?”

“These are gifts for the baby!”

Noelle blamed the hormones for bursting into tears.

Calum was more prepared during the second pregnancy.

He brought all of the things Noelle had craved during the first time, and even though sometimes she wanted something new, he had no problem venturing to a 24 hour mart at 3am to get what she wanted.

Whenever he came home and saw Noelle asleep on their bed with her bump becoming visible, Duke on one side and Dahlia on the other, the love that shocked through his body was overwhelming.

He talked to the baby all the time, just like he did when Noelle was pregnant with Dahlia, only this time his first born joined in.

Calum and Noelle made a bet on the gender of their new baby.

He said it’d be another girl, Noelle thought it’d be a boy.

If Noelle won, Calum would have to eat one of her weird cravings.

If Calum won, he’d get to pick Noelle’s halloween costume.

Noelle won. It would be a boy.

Calum had to eat hot Cheetos dipped in yogurt.

“What the fuck does pregnancy make you eat? How is your stomach not fucked up?”

“You’ve got no one to blame but yourself. You did this to me.”

Noelle’s mom always came by to drop off some food; Calum loved her enchiladas.

Just like the first time around, everyone was in the waiting room when it was time for Noelle to go into labor.

His parents and sister flew in as well.

Noelle had Calum and her mom in the delivery room.

He’s felt lots of punches and kicks, but the grip Noelle had on his hand as she pushed was the deadliest.

Calum knew they were about to meet their son, but he absolutely hated the look of pain on Noelle’s face and the sounds of her screams.

He thought she looked beautiful anyway.

But he knew if he told her, she’d pause the labor just to punch him.

The sound of their baby crying silenced Noelle’s screams.

Henry Thomas Hood, named after Noelle’s late father, was as perfect of an addition to their family as Dahlia had been.

Dahlia instantly fell in love with her baby brother.

Beverly took a picture of Calum sitting up in Noelle’s bed with her; Henry in her arms as she leaned into Calum’s embrace, Dahlia grinning on his lap.

He carried that pic in his wallet.

And every time he looked at it, he thanked every single star for the day Noelle walked into Astros to watch that first fight.

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