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olivkiu · 4 years ago

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Heather | c.h.

pairing: calum hood x reader

genre: angst

warnings: none

summary: - request: I got an idea for a fic: cal dating the reader to make someone jelous ✋😩 I wanna make myself cry. You can end it fluff or angst.

a/n: do people even read these? i hope you enjoy the pain :)

you should read this while listening to: heather by conan gray and/or traitor by olivia rodrigo.

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The warm air completely envelops you as soon as you enter the house, the temperature is much higher than the autumn cold that accompanied you on your way up there. Taking a taxi would have been much easier, you would have saved yourself from the cold you’ll get, but the temperatures are still tolerable and you want to take advantage of these last warm days before the winter cold.

The music is loud as you walk down the main corridor looking around for familiar faces, you remove your coat while admiring the beautiful handmade decorations and while trying to find your way around the majestic house: it’s wonderful but mysterious as a labyrinth; the house is made of wood inside, huge boards decorate the ceiling with geometric shapes and the colored party lights reflects on the clothes of the guests. Everyone is dressed in white, whether it is a long dress or a shirt, the theme is very clear and in contrast with the dark colors of the house.

As soon as you arrive in the hall, in the distance, you see the figure of your boyfriend. His tanned skin brings out the light color of his shirt as he frantically moves his hands in an attempt to make Andy understand something. His hair, curly as ever, falls on his face in front of his eyes but he is too engaged in the conversation to move it. Next to him, a female figure is sitting on the sofa and her heels lie at the foot of the armchair, while her bare feet are crossed.

It doesn't take him long to turn around and notice you, like he feels like you are there. His lips hint at a smile as he turns completely in your direction. His rings reflect the colored lights as he raises his hand to shake it, miming a “hi” with his lips.

You smile back as the music stops playing for a second and the butterflies in your stomach start their own concert at the sight of him standing there and looking at you.

Calum steps towards you, cupping your face in his warm hands as soon as he’s in front of you and pressing his soft lips down onto yours.

The room starts spinning as you feel his tongue against yours, his lips pressing onto yours in a kiss that could make time stop.

You feel his stubble tickle your skin, his thumb stroking your cheek softly.

When you finally pull away to catch your breath, you notice his eyes scanning the room, looking for something, a space where to breathe maybe, and you take his hand in yours, holding it tightly to reassure him. Crowded places have never been his favorite place to be, his anxiety gets higher when there's too many people around him and your presence always seems to make him feel better.

“Let’s go grab a drink, love.” He whispers into your ear, moving a tuft of hair behind it and kissing briefly your neck. A small moan leaves your mouth and Calum smiles at you pleased before going towards the bar.

This house looks like a club from how many people are here and you need to be careful to not bump into anybody while you walk to the kitchen. You’ve never enjoyed this kind of parties, too many people gathered in a small place, too many judging eyes and not enough room to breathe, but having your friends always by your side makes everything more tolerable and fun, knowing that they’ve your back and are ready to dance all night with you.

Luke is standing close to the table, he’s holding an empty red cup as he squeezes you in a quick hug before handing Calum a cup.

“Oh, I missed you.” Crystal approaches with open arms before holding you in a thigh hug. You haven't seen your friends for two days and it seems like an eternity has passed. There is such a close bond between you, such a deep relationship based on love, trust and all your adventures.

It's funny to think that, just a few years ago, you were desperate at the idea that you would have spent your life alone, without friends. You remember the way you used to hide under the sheets, in the dark of your bedroom, and spent your school nights watching youtube videos about friendships, with your heart breaking with each frame and the tears slowly running down your face, while you thought about what you could have done to not deserve such a life.

A feeling so maliconic, a period of your life so dark that, every time a memory of one of those nights resurfaces in your mind, your chest still hurts for a few seconds.

But now, as you make your way back to the living room, surrounded by the laughter of your friends, by their stares to see if anyone is left behind as they make sure they get enough chairs for everyone, your heart is beating normally again, and the pain of many years ago is just an unpleasant memory, a pain you went through to get to the wonderful moment of your life where you are now.

Your father always used to repeat: “One day you will laugh about all this pain.” as he held you tightly in his arms and kissed you in your hair, wiping every tear that fell during those terrible nights. You remember the way you rolled your eyes at him as you thought about how stupid and false those words were, how you were convinced that there was no light for you at the end of the dark tunnel you were passing through.

Still, if there's one good thing old age brings, it's wisdom, and your dad, as funny and playful as he was, was smart and serious enough to tell you the truth. And, as Calum tells you to sit on his lap to make room for the others, you mentally make a note to call your dad to thank him for giving you such a great lesson and, maybe, to ask him to give you some more life lessons while you help him fix whatever machine broke in your parent’s house.

Your friends, Calum, they saved you.

As you sit on your boyfriend's lap and lean against his chest, crossing your legs and placing your head on his shoulder, the world seems to stop and everything seems to be in the right place. In the chaos of the party, you feel in absolute peace, almost like you’re in heaven or, at least, that’s how you imagine it.

His hand moves up and down your bare leg as he laughs at a joke made by Michael. His other hand rests on your side, surrounding your back, and no other place, not even that beach house or that apartment in your favorite city that you dream of so much, will ever make you feel at home like this situation and these people.

The group is sitting in a circle, there are people who have only recently joined it and there are those who have been part of it for a lifetime, but you blindly trust each of them with your whole life. You know that they will always take care of you - like you do of them - and that they will always be close to you. Especially the guy who is holding you tight, as his scent invades your nostrils and his body warms yours during this autumn evening.

You gently kiss his cheek as you listen to Luke telling how rehearsals went over the week. Everyone is focused on listening carefully, but Calum is distracted looking around, not paying attention to the way your brows move in a questioning look. A strange sensation goes through your body, an occurrence that has happened often lately, but you swallow the lump in your throat as you try to push the anxiety out of your mind.

Two hours seem to pass in a flash as your laughter echoes in the room, almost surpassing the volume of the music. Your glasses are almost empty but your smiles are not the result of alcohol, but of embarrassing situations and stories that ended badly. You are still sitting on your boyfriend's lap as your hand holds Crystal's hand, sitting next to you. It’s a habit you have shared for some time, you love to hold each other’s hand for the simple pleasure of always feeling connected, a habit that reassures the both of you of the presence of the other.

Calum's thumb still gently strokes your leg as he’s lost in thoughts, staring up in front of him with his mind elsewhere. He participated in a few stories and his laugh warmed your heart a few times but, like every time there are many people around you, he disassociated himself from some conversations and took a few minutes to calm down, taking deep breaths and closing in on himself, only to be able to laugh again at some stupid joke a few moments later.

You know how much he needs these little moments for him and, as much as your heart tightens to see him so lost, you know you will be ready to be his light in the darkness he crosses.

The smiles of all your friends make you feel at home, that feeling of belonging to something great, unique. The kind of feeling you get when it's raining and cold outside, but you're indoors, with a blanket over your shoulders and your favourite hot tea in your hands. It's stormy outside, but you're safe with them, in their half-closed eyes and full cheeks.

Everyone's smile, except Ashton's. His lips stopped curving up about an hour into the conversation, and the gleeful expression that often distinguishes him has been replaced by a grim, pouting face, with the tips of the eyebrows down and the jaw set, while the wrinkle on his forehead becomes more and more present.He has been looking intently in your direction and, for a moment, every time you meet his gaze, you feel like you are being pierced by a dagger, which goes straight through your heart.

“Is everything alright, Ash?” you dare to ask, moving your body in his direction and whispering to not make anyone worry. Something in him clicks, because his eyes return to look intently into yours before getting up in a click, silencing and scaring everyone.

“Calum, I need to speak to you urgently. Come with me.” He demands aloud, starting to walk towards the stairs and going upstairs, without looking back and trusting to be followed by his best friend.

Everyone looks at Calum with confused faces and questioning expressions, as you stand up to be able to move aside and to let him go. He shrugs, confused like everyone else, before following Ashton upstairs. Crystal squeezes your hand a little bit harder, but you turn to her shaking your head to let her know that you’re not aware of what is happening just like them.

Everything happens so fast that your heart skips a beat as your hands start shaking a little.

“I should probably go see what's going on, just to see if they're okay.” Your voice shakes as you arrange your shoulder bag next to your coat, on the couch, and grab the glass for one sip, hoping that it gives you some courage. Michael nods a ‘yes’ before looking at Luke, a look that seems to hide more than just confusion.

With the bottom of the glass still a little full and with your heart in your throat, you head upstairs, being careful not to trip on the stairs with your heels, holding your free hand on the handrail. The stairs seem endless to you, while in your head you think about everything you did that could have angered Ashton.

Did you greet him when you arrived or did you forget? Did you say something you shouldn't have or were you silent when you should have said something? Your whole life seems to pass you by as you search for a possible cause for his behavior.

You hear commotion in the first room of the corridor, just next to the stairs. The door is almost closed but you can see the figure of your boyfriend from the crack left open on the door. Their behavior is so strange that you wait a moment before opening, taking a deep breath while looking for the right words to say. Just as you are about to open the door, a familiar voice begins to speak.

“What’s wrong?”

“You need to stop, Calum.” Ashton says looking at his friend straight in his eyes. The tone of his voice is harsh as he runs a hand through his hair.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Calum replies, but the way he moves around the room shows that he knows exactly what the conversation is going to be about.

You know full well that eavesdropping is wrong but the feeling in your stomach tells you to stay, your heart beats fast and you feel a concrete block on your stomach. Your hands are shaking wildly now and you place the glass slowly and gently on the ground to avoid making any noise and being caught.

“She doesn't deserve this. You'll break her heart.” Ashton leans on the dresser and crosses his arms in front of him. He has his back to you but you can see the reflection of his face in the mirror in front of the door, on the other side of the room. A short laugh comes out of Calum's mouth as he stops in his footsteps.

You quickly realize that Ashton was not looking badly at you - he was looking behind you, at Calum. Yet, it doesn’t make you feel any better, even worse, if that’s possible. Why is he so mad?

“You don't know what you're talking about, Ash. I really like her.” Your boyfriend turns to the door so he can look at his friend in the eyes as he leans against the wall. His gaze is hard and an indecipherable expression makes its way across his face. You move slightly away from the door, hoping you haven't been seen.

“Who? Your girlfriend or Heather? You're not as smart as you think, you've been looking at her the whole night! We arrived hours early just so you could talk and stay alone with her.” Ashton raises his voice as his face turns red with anger. Calum stands up, surprised by his best friend's words, and looks down at his feet.

Your heart sinks in hearing that name spoken and instinctively you put a hand on your heart. If hearing them talk felt wrong before, you're too part of the conversation now to stop eavesdropping.

Heather.

Your worst nightmare and your biggest dream. An angel who came down to earth, she seems to have been carved by God himself and has a personality that could change the whole world. She’s everything a person wants to be, her body has the right curves, she has the right ideals and a style that makes models envious. She joined the group only a year ago, but she became part of the family in a short time.

She has always been kind to you, she was close to you in the dark times and she always made sure to include you in everything, helping you when you were in trouble. And as grateful as you are to have her by your side, you can't help but be jealous of her.

She has everyone wrapped around her finger, she just needs to snap her fingers and the entire world is at her feet. It wouldn't be a problem if, among all those people, there wasn’t also Calum.

Calum.

Your love story began almost a year ago, a love you had felt for years, but that he only reciprocated nearly eleven months ago. It was unexpected, a date between two friends that ended with the kiss of your dreams. A nightly picnic on the hill overlooking all of Los Angeles, with the lights of the city as a backdrop and the melody of an old album playing in the car behind you as a soundtrack.

His face was illuminated by the light of the moon and his eyes shone with a light of their own, his smiling lips were surrounded by stains of sauce and his hand, the one not occupied by food, was holding yours tightly. Your cell phones were abandoned in the car and everything would have been even more perfect if bugs hadn't started invading your space. And a couple of laughs and ran later, his lips leaned against yours and the butterflies in your stomach started flying around, sending your head on tilt and your body shaking.

Sierra told you, a few days prior the night of your dreams, that he had a crush on Heather, but from the way he held you that night, you knew it wasn't true; there was no way his heart belonged to someone else, not when his eyes looked at you full of love and his arms hugged you so tightly, like they were built to hold you, just you.

You changed completely after you started dating, his habits became your habits and his world became your world.

You were no longer you, you were a new, happier, version of yourself.

Still, Heather was still in his head. Her opinion was important to him, as was her presence at every party. She was always around, dates or concerts, there was no way to have a sigh of relief. But Calum had reassured you multiple times, with his gestures and words, that he loved only you, that his heart was yours and that there was no reason to worry. She was always there, as was your boyfriend's love for you.

So what is Ashton talking about?

“Shut up.” That's all Calum says.

Why doesn't he tell Ashton he's wrong? Why did her name cause that reaction on his face?

“Do you think we can't see it? Cal, your heart beats only for Heather. Whatever you do, you always look around to make sure she is watching you. The way you kiss your girlfriend but worry that Heather is looking at you, the words you use, your body language always aimed at her. We are not blind or stupid, everyone has noticed it,” Ashton takes a deep sigh and gets up from the dresser, walking towards his best friend.

Your head starts spinning as Ashton's words make their way inside of you. The corridor walls get narrower and the darkness seems to suck you in, but you hold on to that little hope that Calum will defend you, that he'll say it's a lie and that you weren't that blind.

“Everyone except the girl who is sitting on the sofa downstairs and is impatiently waiting for the boyfriend she is madly in love with to come back to her.” He finishes the sentence and Calum turns back to him. The last words must have hit him deeply, as his eyebrows droop in a somber expression and his eyes lose their brilliance.

“I told Heather that I had feelings for her, that the way I looked at her was more than just a look between friends. But she knew that someone else had feelings for me and didn't want to interfere, she told me she had broken enough hearts and that someone else would have loved me in a better way,” Calum begins to tell as he frantically moves his hands to calm his anxiety. He paces back and forth around the room and doesn't dare to lift his eyes off the floor.

Ashton leans back against the dresser again as his ears listen carefully to every single word and his heart aches for the girl downstairs, unaware that you are only a few feet away and that your heart is getting stabbed with every word.

“And when I found out who had feelings for me, I thought that if I was with her, I would have made Heather jealous to the point that she would have changed her mind and would have loved me. And before I knew it, the situation got out of hand. I just wanted to be with Heather, but I needed to make her jealous and to let her know that she was losing me.”

The world seems to collapse on you as his words completely destroy your heart and every piece of it. He used you, he used your heart full of love as a game, as a tool to make the girl of his dreams jealous. Every kiss, every caress, every sweet word, was just a way to reach an end that was not yours. All your sacrifices, all the pieces of you that you gave him, all your love, it was all in vain.

He didn't care how you felt, how your sky got bluer and your days shone brighter since he came into your life. He only cared if Heather's days were darkening and if her heart was aching for him. You looked at him with eyes full of love and joy, but his eyes looked at her, in all her perfection.

In your head there seems to be a jackhammer as every single moment of your relationship passes before your eyes, in this new light you notice how naive you have been, how everyone had noticed this staged show and how stupid you were for not noticing anything. His gaze was always turned towards her, for better or for worse, when his heart was beating hard or not beating at all.

And as the walls tighten around you and your body loses all its energy, your lungs can’t breathe and you know there is nothing good left for you anymore.

You try to move but moving your legs seems impossible, the floor is sucking you in and in a burst you move backwards, hitting the glass next to you and making it fall to the ground, causing a small noise that echoes in the silence of your pain.

Less than a second later, the door to the room in front of you swings open and Ashton looks at you in surprise, before awareness makes its way into him and his eyes fill with pity towards you. The only thing you can look at, though, is Calum, the way his mouth opens wide and the way his heart seems to stop for a moment. He tries to say something, but his lips don't make a sound before, with eyes full of tears, you run away from there.

You almost stumble on the stairs, but you need to get out as soon as possible. Luke tries to talk to you, before the words get stuck in his throat as he sees who is running behind you. You grab the bag and the coat you threw on the sofa and storm outside. It doesn't take long for Luke to understand, a look in your eyes and he knows the truth is out and the pain they were trying to protect you from has reached you.

Everyone gets up and follows you outside, they don't know what to do but standing still isn't the solution, not when their friend's heart is so badly broken.

Even strangers follow you outside, so much hustle and bustle seems much more interesting than any song playing at that moment.

The night appears to be darker than usual as gray clouds cover the few stars in the sky. The cold hits your body violently, freezing the tears that are running down your face. Your head, your legs, your chest, everything seems to ache as you toss your things to the ground and put your hands on your face, before running them with a furious motion through your hair, hoping to relieve the seething anger in your veins.

How could you be so stupid?

How could you not see the way his gaze was lost in Heather's eyes?

How did you not notice anything?

But above all, with what courage did he lie to you?

How courageously did he sleep with you while he thought of her?

With what courage did he say he loved you while his heart belonged to her?

As you search for even a shred of meaning in everything that has happened, his voice makes its way into your ears and, for the first time, instead of feeling the warmth of home, you only hear the loud crack of breaking walls.

“I’m so sorry.”

You don't know what to do as you turn to him. You want to scream, cry, break everything. Your arms annoy you as you move them desperately, trying to relieve the pain, as your nails get into the palms of your hands. You grit your teeth as you try to find the strength to speak.

“You’re sorry? Sorry is not going to fix everything. You broke my heart, Calum. You played with my feelings. Are you happy now?” You scream as tears keep running down your face, your hands move up and down your arms, trying to give yourself some kind of comfort.

Calum's face expresses the pain he's feeling, but it's nothing compared to what he's done. He can see what he has caused from your eyes, now dull and disappointed, and he would like to be able to go back and avoid involving you in his little show to win the person he thought he loved.

He takes a step forward to try to calm you down, to tell you that he is sorry and that he will do anything to help you get over the pain he has caused you, but the way you walk back before his foot even touches the ground makes him realize that no word, no hug and no touch from him will help you, not anymore.

“Please, let me explain.” He whispers in a broken voice, reaching out and trying to have any kind of contact.

“Let you explain? I think you made it clear enough in there. You clearly said you used me to get to someone else. I don't think you can be any clearer than that.” Your voice has calmed down but is still very loud. A nervous smile forms on your face as you shake your head in disbelief, hoping it's all a bad joke.

You look behind him and you notice everyone's eyes on you, their looks are sad to see you so fragile and suffering and you don't know which humiliation is worse, if it was being used by the boy you loved or the looks full of pity from everyone those who knew, but who preferred to keep quiet and let you hurt yourself.

Heather is there, in front of you, a few meters away, her eyes don’t stop looking at you even for a second and a mix of emotions makes its way into your body as you see her there. You want to hate her, you want to run to her and scream at her for being so damn perfect, beautiful and loved by Calum.

But it's not her fault, you know you can't get mad at her if you're not what he wants. What is her fault? To exist? You can't condemn her for just being human.

She has always been kind to you, her intentions were never bad and, even though she might have feelings for him, she never put herself in the middle of the relationship.

You can’t blame her, Calum made a mistake, not her. And the thought of that hurts you even more.

Someone in the crowd yells “It's his loss!” but you know that he didn’t lose anything, maybe he even gained something, the possibility of being with her without having you around. But to you, it feels like you’ve lost your whole world. You lost all the kiss you shared, all the hands you’ve ever held and all the pieces of you you’ve given him.

“Have you ever loved me at some point? Or was it all completely fake?” You dare to ask, trying to find something positive, an excuse for loving him, certainty of not having wasted all of yourself all this time.

“I’m so sorry.” He answers, he’s too cowardly to say ‘no’, as tears fall down his face and a brief laughter comes out of your mouth in the irony of seeing him sad, after all he has done.

You can't do anything else but pick up the pieces of your broken heart and get as far away as possible from him, from everything that reminds you of the love you thought you shared.

“I don’t want your apology or your sympathy,” You say, pulling your hair behind your ears and running a hand under your eyes, removing the poured mascara and trying to get back to a decent look, to when your heart was intact, to when you were happy and to when a coward had not yet humiliated you.

You reach down to pick up the bag you threw and bite your lip to try to avoid crying again.

You will let it go once you get home, you’ll throw yourself under the covers and let go of all the pain, just like you used to do when you were younger and maybe, even after all this time, your father will come home to hold you again.

And in a few weeks, the world will turn again for you too and the pain will become less and less, until it disappears.

For now, however, you will have to pretend that you have the strength to go on, you will have to pretend that all this has touched you only partially, that his absence will not hurt so much.

Calum doesn't move as you walk towards the garden gate, everyone's gaze is locked on him, but you know he won't do anything to stop you. He doesn't deserve a second chance, he doesn't deserve to stop and apologize one last time.

Part of you hopes that he will have the opportunity to taste his own medicine, but deep down, as much as it hurts to admit it, you still love him and you wouldn’t want to see him suffer, you would never want something similar to happen to him, because his heart, the one you hate so much, does not deserve it.

What makes you even more angry is that you still love him. You hate the way you still feel butterflies walking past him and you hate even more the fact that a part of you hopes that tomorrow morning he will come home to apologize, bringing you your favorite breakfast and trying to remedy the pain he caused. But it won't happen, and all you can do is just go back to the old you, a part of you that no longer exists.

“I just want myself back.” That’s all you whisper and you know he has heard it. You turn around to look at him one last time and you see him looking back at you. The same pair of eyes where you used to find hope, now make you feel lost.

As the gate closes behind you, you start to feel like a broken record; the love you shared seems like your favorite song, the one you’ve listened to for so long that you can’t put on repeat anymore because, even though it gave you so much, you can’t help but feel nostalgic over a taste you don’t have anymore, a person you’re not anymore and, for as much as you want to listen to it again, you can do nothing but hate it as soon as the first notes start playing, crying at the sound that once made you feel so loved.

You loved Calum with your whole heart, you have fallen asleep to the sound of his voice many nights, you have put your hand through is hair so many times and you’ve learned all his favorite things, but you can’t help but feeling nauseous as you think about him, at the deep of his eyes - the one you used to get lost in, and at the smile that brightened his face - and your days.

Rain starts to fall down all around you, wetting your clothes and making a mess on your face, and you let every single drop running drown your face and body, hoping to remove all the traces of his love - or whatever it actually was - from you.

In seven years, all the cells of your body will be new and every piece of him that he gave you will be definitely gone, and your breaks a little more at the thought of it.

“And the tears come streaming down your face when you lose something you can’t replace. When you love someone but it goes to waste, could it be worse?”

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olivkiu · 4 years ago

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The Deep End

Where The Storm Gathers - Prologue

Summary: It’s been six months…

Warnings: Language. Violence. Mentions of blood. Torture. Abuse. Some grammatical errors (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)

Word Count: 2.4 K

Author’s Note: Here it is! The new adventure starts and I really hope you love it as much as I do. Remember that Reblogs, Comments, Feedback and Likes are very important and they help so much 💕 Hope you like it and Happy Reading 🦋🌻✨

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RoseWood was no stranger to the rain, yet it’s been three days and the clouds are not going away.

The grey skies only serve to slump everyone down, making the people stay at their homes with not much to do and he could be at home, he could be resting with his family at this moment. But times were tough since the Princess ran away and Sir Rian Dawson could not give himself the luxury of a break.

The droplets of rain crashed against his iron uniform and helmet as he ran back to the castle, his heavy boots were damped with mud and made a squeaky noise with every step he took. The other guards were looking at him funny, but he will never tell them where’s he’s been. It’s frankly none of their business.

“Sir Dawson!” A loud voice called once he entered the palace and took off his helmet, shaking his head to dry off his hair.

Rian turned around, still panting but quickly adopting a straighter pose as his general came to meet him.

“Sir Chaviet,” He said, bowing slightly “How can I be of service, Sir?”

“Would you mind telling me where the hell have you been?!” The general roared.

General Hugo Chaviet is a powerful name in the palace; he is the right-hand man of King Richard, having fought with him in the wars of the Diamond Shores back when they were teenagers. He is also in charge of the army of crows that serve the King, but lately has been falling through, something that the King is not very fond of, making the mood of the general sour greatly after every meeting, so Rian knows not to make him mad.

“I went to the docks, Sir,” Said Rian “I was informed that one of the moles was planning to escape to the Southern Islands. Turns out that information was false and caused a diversion”

Rian knows not to make his general mad, but he also knows how to lie.

General Chaviet scowled at him, looking up and down at the soldier. But Rian's expression stayed stiff as a rock, finally convincing him.

“Those fucking moles” The old man grumbled “They think they know everything… Think they could overthrow the King by following a stupid little girl and-“ He caught himself before saying anything else “Anyway, Dawson. They require your assistance back in the dungeons”

Rian didn’t need to fake his surprise “Me? Sir,-“

“The King wants to visit the prisoner, you’re in charge of making sure he’s still alive by the time he comes down. That’s an order, soldier”

Sir Dawson let out a deep sigh once his general was out of sight. He was not mad about having to go back to the dungeons, but he had to admit it was very poor timing.

If it weren’t for Chaviet’s poor detective skills, his cover could be in danger, not to mention that his heart has not stopped racing since he came back from town. If anyone finds out where he’s been, he would get killed in an instant.

But alas, he was still alive and as he walked down to the dungeons, he hoped the prisoner was still alive, too.

The humidity made the dungeons worse and even more disgusting than it already was. The mold on the walls seemed like it was breathing; the rats were smelly as they paraded with their wet fur and mud-filled feet; the rust in the air was toxic enough to do permanent damage to anyone’s lungs.

Not many people survive these conditions, not many did in these past few days. The darkness of it all made it just seem gloomier and more depressing, taking away all the hopes and dreams of its victims.

With every step he took, Dawson tried to ignore the begs and pleas of the surviving men and women that crawled on the floor of their cells, begging for mercy or a piece of bread. He ignored them all, but not by choice. He had a mission, and it was waiting for him at the end of the hall turning right, where the most dangerous criminals awaited their sentence.

Down the hall, on the second to last cell to the right, is where the prisoner lays. He came in six months ago, most people don’t even last half of that time down there, but this one was relentless, unmoving as he refused to share a word with anyone. The only thing that could be heard from that side of the dungeons was the small leakage that dripped down on the rocky floor.

Grabbing one of the torches, Rian walked towards the cell and stood behind those rusted iron bars that separated him from the small room covered in dust, hay, and humidity, where a lonely man sat on the floor with his two hands locked by manacles that hung from the wall. His eyes were open, unfocused as he stared into the nothingness, not even flinching when the light of the fire grazed his face.

“The manacles again?” Asked Rian with a sigh “You had them on last week”

The man didn’t answer, as usual, and if it weren’t for the small rising and falling of his chest, Rian would think he was dead.

“You know, you could be of a lot of help if you would just talk” Rian continued, opening the cell with one of the spare keys he was trusted with, and walking until he was kneeling in front of the prisoner “We all know this is no place for a Prince”

But Ashton didn’t look like a prince, not anymore. Rian didn’t remember his eyes being so empty, void. No, the prince of RoseWood was always smiling, laughing loudly all across the palace next to his sister to whom he loved dearly. He was a man to be admired, a great soldier, and an even better peacemaker, having sealed countless alliances in the name of the crown thanks to his undying charm.

The man sitting on his own filth was far from Royal as he was free. His curly long hair now sat over his shoulders and his beard was thick; his clothes were dirty, bloody, and ripped, leaving him only with a white button-down and some pants that could barely be called that; his feet were bare, dirty, and with a few cuts, same with his wrist that now were bruising again against the old iron manacles. Rian sighed when he noticed them up close, knowing he would have to be the one who cleans them.

“Who put you in those again? Your wrists were just starting to heal since the last time….”

The methods of torture changed every few days. Sometimes it was the manacles; others were ice baths where they practically drowned him a few times before deciding it was enough; the use of weapons was prohibited except for the knives that were used to leave scars upon his body, all with the attempt to make him talk. But Ashton resisted all of them.

Ashton could spend weeks without food or water, he could bite his tongue when the knives cut his skin and hold his breath longer than anyone as they push his head onto the buckets of frozen water. He could endure anything because he was determined to do so. He will not break, he could never.

“Have you eaten anything today?” No answer “Of course not, look at you! You’re thinner than a thread of wool. The King is not going to like that”

Ashton’s eyes snapped in his direction once he named his father. Rian saw the hate hidden in them and for once he thanked the manacles impeding him to kill him.

And just as on cue, strong footsteps were heard from outside of the cell followed by the sound of chains clashing against one another.

“Speaking of the devil…” Dawson murmured, getting up and stepping back just in time.

King Richard was now standing at the door of the cell, dressed in fine silk robes and furs; hands cladded with rings and a broad chest adorned with gold chains and necklaces. But his smile was the stealer of the spotlight.

A shiver ran down Sir Dawson’s spine just by looking at him and, knowing just how cruel the King could be, he did not want to be on his bad side.

“Your Majesty,” He said with a bow “We didn’t expect you here so early” His eyes drifted to the general’s figure standing behind King Richard, glaring strongly at him.

But the King ignored the comment, his eyes scanning over the body of his heir and smirking when noticing the manacles and the bruises upon his legs.

“Has he talked yet?” He asked.

General Chaviet was quick to answer “No, Your Majesty. But we are going to implement a new method this week and we hope-“

“I don’t give a fuck about what you do. He will talk” Richard took a step closer to his son “Eventually he’ll have something to say, won’t you, boy?”

Richard kicked Ashton’s foot, but the prince didn’t even bat an eye in his direction, making the King mad at that lack of attention.

“It’s been awfully long since you’ve seen the sun, huh Ashton? When was the last time you had a proper bath? Or felt the touch of a woman?”

He was teasing him, Ashton knew that, he always did. And he also knew that the more he stayed quiet and didn’t indulge him with a reaction, the King would eventually leave.

“This could all be over, son. All this… mess that you got yourself into by helping the traitors, it could all be over. You just have to tell us what you’ve been planning”

Rian knew the traitors were Princess Y/N and her lover, the Stable Lad called Hood, who ran away seemingly with the help of the Prince of RoseWood and the King from the Vail, but there was nothing that they could prove. But there was something else, something missing from the plan that was far from his knowledge. All he knew was that one day, six months ago, King Richard ordered the capture and imprisonments of his son on charges of treason. It is said around the castle that Prince Ashton was conspiring to get his father out of the throne and was looking for backup from other Kingdoms, but that was all speculation…

But the King never showed mercy on speculations, not even on his own son.

Filled with impatience and rage, King Richard kicked Ashton harder, this time on his thigh, but he still got no reaction out of him. Then, he grabbed a handful of his hair and twisted his head up, just enough so that it hurt and he could look him in the eyes.

“You’re an ungrateful little bastard who's only alive because of that promise that cunt of the Vail did. If you want to starve yourself and let yourself die in this cell, be my fucking guest but I’m getting that information one way or the other” He said, tugging on Ashton’s hair every couple of words, hoping he’d cave. But all Ashton did was smirk at his father’s desperation “You think this is funny, don’t you? How about this for fun?” He leaned in, just enough so he could whisper on Ashton’s ear “We found her”

King Richard rejoiced upon seeing the wide-eyed look on Ashton’s face, fear clearly visible on his expression as he realized what this meant.

“Leave her out of this” Ashton said through gritted teeth.

All the people in the room widened their eyes in surprise at the words of the Prince, being one of the first ones he spoke in over six months. But the King just smiled, pushing Ashton’s head against the wall as he let go of his hair.

“If you’re not going to collaborate, we’ll make her do it” He threatened, turning around as he started to walk out of the cell “Someone is already on their way to the Crimson Islands. Let’s see how far the little Princess is willing to go to save you, my son”

And with that, he left; followed by his entourage of men.

Ashton waited until they were completely gone to let out a string of curses, banging his head on the wall as he bit his lips to prevent him from crying out of frustration.

Rian stood there, thunderstruck at the King’s confession. No one knew where the Princess was, or at least no one dared to say it out loud and now she was in danger.

“Fuck!” Ashton shouted, lifting his gaze in hopes of divine intervention. He didn’t notice the soldier still standing there until the man cleared his throat.

“Your Grace,”

“Don’t-“ Ashton could barely look at him, disgusted with everyone and himself for ever putting his sister in danger.

Yet, Rian was not going to let this go.

“Your Grace, I can help”

“Weren’t you the one in charge of the locks on the manacles and chains that kept me here for so long?” Ashton spat “How can a traitor like you help?”

“I’m not a traitor-“

“You serve a King who’s vile, corrupt, abusive, and cruel. A King who left the Kingdom in ruins to serve his own ego in search of his own glory. A King who turned his back on his people, on his family, on RoseWood!” Ashton raised his voice, shaking the manacles on his wrist “You are a traitor and if not, then you’re a pawn. A miserable pawn who is blinded of the truth and I feel sorry for you”

“Your Grace-“

“Leave”

Rian thought about saying something, anything to convince the prince that his intentions were pure. But Ashton turned away from him, ignoring every attempt he made to communicate. So, he left.

But he was not going to give up. There must be someone out there that could help them, all of them. He just had to send a letter with a warning about the King’s plan and hope that it could get there on time. They all depend on it now.

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K I S S O G R A P H Y : ↳ Sebastian Stan

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🦋 So I was reading these prompts

“I’m not angry at you, just at myself… Because I knew this would happen, but I let myself fall in love with you anyways.” “Somewhere deep inside me, I still have hope that you’ll fall in love (with me). How pathetic.” “To think I’ve changed so much to get you to like me, and you still never really look my way.” And thought about Calum's wedding day and reader is his friend and one of the bridemaid but is in love with him and during all the party she's so quiet and sad so he ask her what's wrong... I'm a slut for angst.

A/N: I’m a slut for angst, too babe 🥰 I did change the party to a rehearsal party though, I hope you like it!

I Shouldn’t Say (c.h)

Pairing: Calum Hood x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol. Language

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There is a moment where the pain hurts so much you stop feeling anything at all. It’s numb, all of it. You don’t feel the tears cause they all dried a long time ago, nor the scotch burning your throat cause the fire inside you already consumed your everything and you were the one who lit up the spark.

There are no criminals on a self sabotage, only victims that remain picking up the pieces of the mess one created. Some do it alone, others with a bottle of whisky by their side as the scenery of the movie that never was burned inside the little theatre inside your head, no one stayed for the ending and the credits were forgotten.

No one knew of the little arsonist that set fire to her heart; the one who destroyed every part of herself as she watched with a smile how the man she loved, fell in love with someone else.

They say that seeing your friends happy would make you happy as well, would that mean that Calum was never a friend to you? You wanted to be happy for him, you tried with all your might to stop the pain and put your needs aside. But how could you erase the tears and heart-wrenching sobs that filled the silence in your dark kitchen once the news of the diamond ring he put on her hand got to you?

You turned it all off. Hiding in plain sight as you let the world around you keep moving while you were stuck in the same place where he left you, the same place where you thought he might come back and find you. Only that he never did and probably never will. Never knowing how much you waited, never knowing how much, in spite of yourself, you will keep waiting for a different ending.

On a different ending you wouldn’t be using the dress she chose for you; you wouldn’t be standing by her side tomorrow, smiling while pretending your tears were of joy rather than grief as she says “I do” to the love of your life. And he would say it back, smiling hard as his life moved on. Unaware of the torture he set upon you.

And maybe it was for the best. You were never meant for a happy ending anyways.

“Y/N? What are you doing here? The party is inside”

You sighed, raising your bottle of whisky without turning around thinking it might serve as an explanation.

Yet, Calum was never the kind of person who would just accept that as an answer.

He came closer to you, leaning next to you with his arms over the railing of the balcony, tring to see the face that you so much tried to hide from him.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages” He said softly, not wanting to disturb the peace of the night “How are you?”

You thought of ways in how you could describe drowning without opening the mouth. Watching everyone on lifeboats while you stood there in the middle, floating in silence as they swayed away. But you’re not going to fight it, how to fight the sea and win? Sometimes you just have to go with it, hope for the best, and wake up on another shore to make it your new home.

“Y/N,” Calum tried again, wanting for you to look at him “Have I done something to upset you? I miss you” You pressed your lips in a thin line “I miss my best friend, but she’s mad at me”

You couldn’t help but let out a small, humourless laugh.

“I’m not your best friend, Calum” You shook your head, “Saying that I am sounds like treason coming from your mouth when you just told everyone in your speech that she was the best friend you could ever have”

He didn’t say anything. Not because of the bitterness of your words but because it felt like this was the first time in weeks where he actually started to have a conversation with you.

You didn’t know if it was the cool breeze or the alcohol running through your veins or the fact that he was so close but so far away at the same time. You didn’t have anything else to lose; you’ve already lost him, even if you never had him in the first place.

“And I’m not angry at you, just at myself… Because I knew this would happen, but I let myself fall in love with you anyways.” You chuckled without emotion, swinging your bottle and drinking directly from it “So much time waiting for you to notice, so many tears and cries and fake smiles and for what? Who was I kidding but myself that you could actually feel something for me? To think I’ve changed so much to get you to like me, and you still never really look my way.”

Calum did not say anything and you hoped it would stay that way. You wouldn’t be able to handle this conversation if his voice sober you up. You would break like a crystal ball inside a hurricane; alone and without fixing. At least this way, once you shatter, there would be nothing left to say.

“But don’t worry, I’m not trying to change the ending. Even though somewhere deep inside me, I still have hope that you’ll fall in love with me. How pathetic, isn't it?” You leaned closer to the edge “But you won’t, you can’t. Not when she’s waiting inside while you watch the spectacle of me having one last appearance before I’m out of the show. And it’s not like things are going to change, I’ll still be there. I’ll be smiling and then you won’t have to worry about me anymore.

I don’t blame you. I don’t even blame myself. I just want one more day where I can pretend that the hurricane isn’t near, one last thank you and just one goodbye. And when we find ourselves again, living different lives, I might be able to tell you that I’m doing alright”

You left the half empty bottle on the railing, taking one last breath as you closed your eyes, basking on the silence one last time before the storm crashed. It is always calm in the eye of the hurricane.

You turned around, walking away as the alcohol made everything feel like clouds. Yet, you stopped when you felt a hand tug on your wrist.

Calum had his eyes set on where your skin met. Trying hard to focus his stare on you but he didn’t know how, so he concentrated on his breathing instead. Wishing he could say something, anything. But you knew he wouldn't.

“Cal,” You said calmly, looking into his desperate eyes “It’s okay. I’ll see you on the altar tomorrow”

“Y/N,” He tried, but the words got lost in the silence.

“I truly wish you both the best life could offer” You said honestly, releasing yourself from his grip and walking away.

After all, there was nothing left to say.

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🦋: single dad!calum x babysitter!Reader. With “anything, just call me, okay?”

A/N: I changed the babysitter thing for a friend-babysitter! Reader, if that’s okay 👉🏻👈🏻

Baby, yes (c.h)

Pairing: Single Dad! Calum Hood x Reader

Warnings: none unless you count babies as one, but she’s a cutie

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When you said you would always be there for him, you meant it. You were there when the band first came to be, through numerous heartbreaks and conquests. You were there when Mila was born, crying as you held her in your arms for the first time. You were there two weeks later when he became a single father; his girlfriend telling him that she just couldn’t do it and running off leaving him with a newborn baby that still needed her mother.

You held him while he cried and stayed with him multiple nights to help with Mila, watching hours upon hours of baby videos, learning how to change diapers, and the proper way to bathe a baby. You watch him grow into an incredible father, always putting his baby girl first for she was his entire world.

And now you got to watch him take a big step again. Only now he was going on a date.

“Her bottle is ready-”

“And the second bottle in case she wakes up is in the fridge ready to be heated up” You finished for him “Calum, this isn’t my first night with her”

Calum sighed, running his hands through his hair “I know! But it’s your first night alone with her and my first night away from her,” He nervously rambled “Maybe I shouldn’t go. I could call her right now and tell her I feel sick or something”

“Cal,”

“I might get sick just thinking about it” He frowned, touching his forehead “Am I getting warm?”

You shook your head and walked closer to him, placing your hands at either side of his face “What you’re getting is cold feet” You giggled “Cal, it’s been six months since she left and you deserve a night of fun!”

“What if I’m not ready for it?” He asked softly, worry covering up his features as he looked at you “What if she’s not ready for a kid and doesn’t accept Mila? What if-?”

“Calum,” You said sternly “Do you want to go on this date?”

You knew you should ask that question even though you might not like the answer. But what could you do? He was your best friend, he deserved someone that could make him happy, someone that could give him a full family. And while you thought this was the best choice, your heart still aches in the background.

“I- I don’t know” He answered honestly “What do you think I should do?”

His hopeful eyes burned into your soul, putting you on the spot with this decision. You could be selfish and ask him not to go, telling him about the feelings you have pushed down since the moment you met him, asking him to stay and give you a chance. But you couldn’t do that to him.

If his heart was ever set on you he would’ve said something by now. If you were meant to be something more than a friend to him then something must’ve happened by now. But nothing did, and you were still his friend. You were still in his life at least in some way, and that was more than enough.

The only thing that matters is that Calum could find someone that could make him and Mila happy, someone that could deserve their love and affection. And if that someone wasn’t you, then it might as well be waiting for them out there and it was his job to go and find them, and you were not going to get in the way of that.

“I think you should give it a try,” You said, a bittersweet taste covering your mouth “You deserve to be happy”

“But I am happy, Y/N” He argued, “I have Mila, I have the boys, I have you… what else could I need?”

You were about to say something when you heard Mila’s cry over the baby monitor. Calum’s eyes softened at the sound of his baby girl, pulling away from you to go to her before you stopped him.

“I got it,” You said, smiling at him “And you’re going to be late”

“Y/N-”

“Cal,” You sighed “You can’t stop your life just because of a maybe, then you’ll never find out the ending” You didn’t know if you were saying this more to him or yourself “If anything, you know I’ll be here waiting for you, right?”

Calum closed his eyes and nodded, seeming a little disappointed “Right,” He sighed “If anything, just call me, okay? I’ll be here faster than those paw patrol pups”

You giggled, “Go!”

You ran up to Mila’s room so you don’t have to watch him leave, hearing the door close the moment you entered the little baby’s room.

“Hey, sweet pea” You cooed to the little six-month-old who laid there pouting with tearful eyes “Why are you sad, little bug?”

You picked her up with ease, bringing her closer to your chest as you started to rub her back. She was Calum’s spitting image, having inherited Joy’s beautiful curly dark hair and Calum’s puffy cheeks. Her big brown eyes had silent tears rolling down them as her little hand grasped the top of your shirt.

“Do you miss dada, sweetheart?” You asked, softly rubbing a hand on her hair “Me too, angel. But he’ll be back soon, I promise! He’ll have fun and tell you all about it later, huh? How does that sound, little girl?”

You talked to her with joy, hyping your voice as you moved around the room, trying to distract the pouting baby. And it was working wonderfully as Mila soon started to giggle as you twirl around the room with her in your arms.

That little giggle and her bright brown eyes made your heart flutter with happiness as you looked at the little baby. She was growing up so fast, soon she’ll be walking around the house and be a menace in two little feet. Oh, how you wanted to be there when that happened, just be present in every moment of her life and watch proudly how this little girl grew into a beautiful woman.

But you know you might not get to see it all. You were only Calum’s friend, not this baby’s mother even though you love her as your own. But one day Mila could have someone that both she and Calum loved, someone that could watch her grow and be a parent to her. Someone that won’t be you.

You could proudly say that getting attached to the Hood family was one of the happiest and saddest things ever. You loved them with all your heart, in more ways than just one. But your love was unrequited in most parts. And you said it was okay, or at least you think it should be. After all, some people are just meant to be supporting characters in someone else’s story.

Mila must’ve noticed your change of mood as tears quickly found their way to your eyes. The baby put her little hands on your cheeks, wiping one away without noticing and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oh, my baby girl” You hugged her “I love you so much, it’s going to be so hard for me to let go”

It was now a couple of hours later. Mila was in her little cradle, already bathed, changed, and fed; dreaming about whatever babies dream as she listened to the playlist you made for her bedtime.

You fell asleep not long after, sitting on the small sofa that was placed in her room for lonely and long nights like this one. But always on alert in case something happened and she woke up.

Calum looked at your sleeping figure as he leaned against the doorframe, a small smile placed on his lips as he saw just how much love you had for his little girl. He walked over to Mila, placing a small kiss on her head as he wished her sweet dreams. Then, he slowly walked over to you, pushing some hair away from your face as he took in every detail on your face.

Love was never easy for him until Mila got in the picture. He loved his baby more than anything in this life, but he knew there was only time until he found another kind of love. The kind of love that created butterflies in his stomach and made him stumble through his words, the kind of love that made him feel happy and like he was not alone in this. It was the kind of love he felt whenever he was with you, and although he tried, he could never get it from anyone else.

He knew he had baggage, lots of it. But you were always there to carry it with him, always coming back to him when he needed you the most, even if he didn’t ask you to. You were always there and it’s not something he’s taken for granted.

“Cal?” You started to wake up, blinking a couple of times before your eyes set on him “What time is it?”

“A little past eight” He whispered, helping you get up from the sofa and out of the room so you could talk properly.

“That early?” You asked, yawning “How was the date?”

You didn’t want to know the answer to that, yet you had to ask. But Calum simply groaned as he slumped in one of the kitchen chairs.

“Terrible” He deadpanned “I’ll tell the guys no more blind dates for me, ever!”

“That bad?”

“I mean, she seemed nice and she was very good-looking. But when I asked her about kids she said she doesn’t want to have them, which is totally cool but for me… It’s not like I can give Mila up just because of some girl with literally no other personality trait but being an influencer”

You couldn’t help but giggle but you quickly disguised it as a cough.

“I’m sorry it didn’t work out, Cal,” You said honestly.

“Don’t be” He smiled. “I honestly couldn’t wait for it to end so I could come back home to my two favorite people” He placed his hand on top of yours “I truly can’t thank you enough, Y/N, for all you do for us. You are simply amazing”

You lowered your gaze so you could hide your red cheeks, giving a little tug on his hand “You don’t have to thank me. I love you, guys. I’ll do anything for you”

An hour passed before you started to say goodbye. Calum walked you through the door, his hand never leaving yours until you were almost out the door.

“You will get another date soon,” You reassured him with a small smile. He chuckled.

“And who would be crazy enough to want to date me?” Oh, the things you could say to him right now…

“Well, you’ll never know if you never ask!” You started to walk backward as you waved him goodbye “Call me if you need anything!”

What you didn’t expect was that the moment you got into your car, your phone started to ring.

“Hello?”

“I do need something, but first” Calum spoke confidently “Do you think Michael would be up to babysit Mila tomorrow?”

You furrowed your brows “I don’t see why not but you know I can do it! I would love to-”

“Yeah, that’s the problem. You see,” He said, smiling into the phone “What I need is to ask you to go on a date with me tomorrow. Now, depending on what you say I might start making plans”

You couldn’t contain the cheerful chuckle that came out of your lips, looking over at the house that still had one light on at Calum’s room where you could faintly see his silhouette by the window, smiling down at you as well.

“So if I say yes?”

“Then I’ll call Michael right away,” He said, “So is that a yes?”

“Yes, Cal. It’s a yes”

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forgotten | c.h.

Its not unusual for your birthday to be forgotten by many; it’s never a surprise to receive last minute, half hearted texts from friends or belated cards from family. It’s always been easy to let it roll off your back when you have Calum by your side. But the first year he forgets your special day, it crushes you.

aka it’s my birthday and I’ll post relatable angst if I want to :)

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Calum comes home with a heavy feeling in his chest as he notices all the lights are out. It’s only just past eight; usually there would be at least one glowing window lit up by lamp light with you sat with a book in wait for him. Tonight it’s dark and quiet as he enters the house. Soft music doesn’t spill around the corners. The tv isn’t a muffled call to your bedroom. Duke’s paws don’t even click as they come around the corner to greet him. It’s silent and empty and it all echoes around him as he slips off his shoes and goes in search of you.

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Can you write something like your ashton blurb but assistant reader instead, and boss calum. And with a little of smut but also fluffy? 👉👈

A/N: babe, you got yourself a deal

At The Boss’ Office (c.h)

Pairing: Boss!Calum Hood x Assistant! Fem! Reader

Warning: Smut (oral female receiving, unprotected sex in an established relationship) Language. Some grammatical errors (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)

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The office was buzzing with conversation as the hands on the clock neared five p.m. People were laughing, glad as they planned their long weekends with their friends and family, wishing everyone a good rest and that they’ll see each other on Tuesday.

But your head was out of every conversation, absent-minded smiling at your co-workers as they left through the door, anxious to commence the weekend. Yet, your eyes scattered around the room till they ended up in your boss’ office. He had a meeting that was supposed to end half an hour ago but he hasn’t shown up yet. And you guess you could probably go home as well, but you don’t want to. Not without saying goodbye, at least.

Calum was a great boss. He took you in as his assistant when you were fresh out of college, looking to save up some money as you made your way towards a master's degree. He was kind, gentle, and very patient with your schedule, never overworking you for he knew how loaded was the weight on your shoulders already. But Calum was something more than just a boss, even more than a friend you would say. After all, friends don’t kiss like the two of you do when no one is around.

You could feel your cheeks getting redder at the simple memory of his touch, smiling to yourself as you tried to advance in some work for Tuesday. But once you heard the door of the floor open and the sound of his shoes walking over to your desk, you knew there was nothing else you would be able to do.

“Miss L/N?” He said, very polite and professional as usual as he leaned over your desk “Sorry, I didn’t expect the meeting to last that long”

“There’s really no issues, Mr. Hood” You smiled at him “Just wanted to make sure you don’t need anything from me before the long weekend, Sir.”

You knew exactly what you were doing as you looked at him innocently as the spark in his eyes darkened for just a second before he started to look around, smirking confidently as he noticed the last two people leave.

“Actually,” He said, “I would really like to go over a few things before I let you go. You can finish with that and I’ll see you in my office in about five minutes? Is that okay?”

“Of course, sir,” You noticed the veins in his hand pop out a little bit, making you anxious about what’s coming your way “I’ll be right there”

Calum walked away after that and you couldn’t contain the silly smile that was plastered all over your face. You turned off your computer, stacked some papers, and gave one last look at his schedule before grabbing your notepad and following him into his office, legs immediately pressed together as you noticed him.

He had taken off his suit jacket, leaving him only on his white shirt and grey pants that clung to his thighs perfectly as he leaned his back on his desk. He had his sleeves rolled up, showing off his tattoos you so loved to trace when there’s only you and him. Finally, he had a confident and charming smile on his face as he crossed his arms.

“Were you really expecting to leave without a goodbye?” He asked, walking closer to you.

“Might’ve thought about it” You shrugged, letting his hands grab you by the waist and pull you to him “You were taking your sweet time in that meeting and I wanted to start my weekend already”

“Oh, so your weekend is more important than your boss?” He asked with a smile, kissing your cheek. “How far have I fallen in the list of importance in your mind…”

You giggled, pushing him away just a little bit so you could press your lips to his. You felt him smile into the kiss as he captured your bottom lip, pressing his tongue against it but pulling away before he could deepen it.

“I really didn’t mean to take that long, honey” He excused himself “But I didn’t want to leave any doubts so they don’t bother us this weekend?”

“Us?”

“Didn’t I tell you?” Calum smiled, pressing soft kisses to your jaw and neck “I’m taking you on a super romantic getaway to a cabin in the woods”

“Mhmm. I didn’t know the phrases super romantic and a cabin in the woods could go together like that” You felt Calum laugh against your skin, tickling all your senses.

“Would you ever let me be romantic without trying to make it as if I’m going to kill you?” His hands wandered under your shirt, taking out your skirt as he touched your skin. “You said the same thing when I took you on that date to the park…”

“I’m sorry for thinking that a midnight picnic in a deserted park meant something else” You giggled, cupping his face to make him look into your eyes “I would love to go to your secret cabin in the woods with you”

Calum laughed “You had to make it creepy”

He kissed you again, this time with more intent as he got lost in the way your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging at it ever so slightly that made him shudder against you. He started to walk backward, taking you with him as the back of his legs crashed with his desk.

“Have I told you how beautiful you looked today?” He asked, hands wandering over the length of your thighs and under your skirt “You always look beautiful but today,” He breathed against your ear, biting it briefly “Today you look like a total goddess. Bet all the boys that work on the floor couldn’t keep his eyes off of you”

You let out a breathy sigh, getting lost in the way his lips felt against your skin, marking it softly as he started to trail down your throat and over the first button of your shirt, and on the way, his hands were kneading your ass.

“Too bad, I really feel sorry for them” He murmured, opening up a button with his teeth; kissing and biting the skin under it till it was perfectly marked, just to do the same all over again with the next one “All they can do is look, maybe even daydream about your sweet voice calling their names. But you never will, won’t you? You can’t, not when my name is all that’s ever going to leave your lips, right baby?”

“Yes,” You breathed, feeling his lips on your cleavage and over your breasts, kissing your nipples over the fine lingerie you were wearing.

“And they’ll never get to touch you like this, isn’t that right baby?” A hand slipped off your skirt and started to pull down its zipper, making it pool down your legs. Calum groaned the moment he noticed the matching pair of lingerie under it “Fuck, no. They’ll never get to see this. Will they?”

You couldn’t answer as all your breath was knocked out of your lungs the moment Calum turned you around, now it was you who was sitting over the desk with your boss in between your legs, looking hungrily at you as his fingers rubbed over your covered center.

“Those boys could never make you this wet without even touching you properly” He grabbed one of your legs, extending it towards the ceiling as he started to trail kisses from your heel to your inner thighs, kneeling down as he got closer and closer “Who’s the only who can make you this wet, baby?”

Calum slowly pushed your panties to the side, waiting expectantly for your answer as he squeezed your thigh.

“Fuck- Y-you, sir”

His eyes darkened “Good girl”

You didn’t even have time to process his praise as he wasted no time sinking his face into your pussy, licking up and down your slit like it was his last meal. You pressed a hand to your mouth as the other one flew to his hair, tugging on his curls as he started to suck on your clit, succeeding in making you see stars.

One of Calum’s hands started to massage your chest, rolling his thumb over your nipples as he relished on the feeling of making them achingly hard. His other hand found yours over his hair and placed it on your stomach as he tangled his fingers with yours, moaning at the way you squeezed it.

His tongue started to play with your hole, pushing inside just enough to make you whine out of pleasure, planning on teasing you till you begged for it.

“Calum…” Which never takes long after that “Shit- Sir, please”

“Please what, sweetheart?” He asked, looking straight into your eyes.

“I need more, sir. Please!” You moaned “I’ll be a good girl, I promise. Please I just-”

“Shh, baby” He smirked, hand lowering from your chest to your mound, slowly teasing your clit with faint touches of his thumb “You’re always my good girl”

He dived right in, making you forget about the noise you were making as he replaced his tongue with his fingers, sinking two of them almost without warning as his lips sucked on your clit mercilessly; something he knew would make you cum in a matter of seconds once he found your sweet spot and fastened his pace.

A scream of his name was found in your lips as he never stopped overstimulating you after your first orgasm, moaning against you as he could taste you all over his tongue and only pulling away as your hands pushed him away.

Calum quickly found your lips, kissing you with force and sharing the remains of your first release into your mouth. You could hear the familiar sound of his pants hitting the floor, making you moan in anticipation as he teased his tip over your soaked entrance.

“Cal-” Was all you could say as you knocked your forehead on his, trying to catch your breath “Please, I-”

“I need you, too, baby,” He said, capturing your lips on his as he slowly started to sink into you, moaning against each other as you adjusted to his size.

Once you gave him the green light he started to move, taking the two of you to the edge time and time again as his thrust started to fall into a fast pace.

You thanked all the gods that the office was empty, for you would’ve not been able to contain the loud moans and cries of his name that left your lips, asking for everything he could give as he made you his over and over again.

His hands were everywhere; on your hair; your sides; your chest; your legs; your ass… there was not a place he didn’t claim with his touch. Breathing your name against your chest as he sunk further into you, feeling how well you squeezed on his cock every time he pressed onto that special spot.

“Give it to me, baby” He panted against your lips “I know you want to. Let go for me, beautiful. Want to feel you”

He grabbed your jaw, tilting your head towards his as he stared into your eyes and knocked his forehead with yours.

“Fuck- you take me soo good, baby” He groaned, leaving open kisses on your cheeks “So fucking good, Y/N. Made for me, such a pretty pussy made for me, right? Cum for me, baby. Fucking cum-”

A silent scream came over you as you let go completely, Calum immediately shouting his own moans with a kiss to your lips as he felt how you squeezed his cock, cumming all over him and even dripping a few drops onto his carpet.

“That’s it” He groaned, slowing down his thrust but hitting harder than ever “Fucking squirted right there, baby. So fucking proud of you -fuck- such a good girl. Such a good girl for me”

You knew his mumbling meant that he was close “Such a perfect cock, baby” You told him, grabbing his face and kissing all over it as he let out a few moans escape him “Fill me up so well - fuck, baby. Cum, cum all over me, Cal. Baby, please”

In a matter of seconds, Calum pulled out of you. A mixture of a whine and a moan left your throat as you watched how he pumped his shaft at a fast pace, groaning your name as shots of cum started to come out of his cock, splattering all over your stomach and chest.

“Fuck!” He said as he nearly collapsed on top of you, catching himself with his hands on his desk at either side of you “That was-”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, nuzzling your head onto his neck as you took in his scent, a mix of sweat, sex, and wood “I know,” You sighed before a giggle escaped your mouth.

“What?” He smiled against your skin.

“The cleaning service comes in half an hour and we need to clean this up before they find out just how unprofessional we are”

Calum laughed, pulling away from you to kiss your forehead “Only you would think of something like that after an orgasm”

“A very good orgasm, thank you” You smiled, pecking his lips “But seriously Cal, I can barely move right now and we need to get going”

“God, you’re so bossy” He joked, rolling his eyes playfully as he grabbed a couple of tissues to clean you up.

“Well,” You said, bringing his lips to yours again “You can’t be the boss at everything”

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FUCK A BREAKUP! YOU EVER WANTED TO REREAD A FIC AND THE AUTHOR DEACTIVATED THEIR ACCOUNT.

#it has happend too many times #:(

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Hi sunny. I got: “i said i love you.” “why do i love you?” “fuck off. i mean it.” “great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

(couldn't find the butterfly emoji sorry) 😅

A/N: thank you for requesting, love 🥺💕 I truly had fun writing this one! (I did change the question one tho for dramatic purposes)

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Pairing: Calum Hood x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Angsty, mild smut, language, some grammatical errors (English is not my first language, im sorry)

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You tried to slam the door behind you but the “bang” never came. Furious, you went into the kitchen and tried to calm down as you served yourself a glass of water.

“Are you seriously going to do this now?!” Calum yelled, opening the door you tried to shut in his face.

“And what exactly am I doing, Calum?” You asked, slamming your glass on the counter “Last time I checked you were the one making a scene in front of everybody!”

“Oh baby, that wasn’t a scene” He chuckled humorlessly “If you want a scene I can give you one”

It’s been a lovely night for the most part. You and your group of friends went out to celebrate Luke’s birthday in one of the clubs you frequently hang out at. You were all having fun, sharing drinks, and dancing along with the beat, but it didn’t take long before the night went south.

“I can’t fucking do this right now!” You groaned, walking away from the kitchen and from Calum. But, soon enough, he grabbed you by the arm and made you turn around to face him.

“We need to talk now, Y/N. Learn how to be a grown-up and face this like an adult” He said, merely a few inches from your face.

“Fuck you” You spat at him “Fuck off. I mean it”

“Funny how you say that to me and not to that asshole you danced with!”

He wasn’t an asshole, or at least you didn’t have enough time to figure that out by yourself before Calum pulled him away and punched him in the face in front of the entire club. And yeah, you wanted to make him jealous, but you didn’t expect him to go as far as he did.

“We were just dancing, Calum, not fucking in the middle of the dancefloor!” You said through gritted teeth.

“Didn’t look like it judging the way you were grinding on him!”

“Oh my fucking god! First, you didn’t want to dance with me and now you are blaming me for having fun?! Calum I wasn’t the one who got kicked out of the fucking club!”

The words “and you’re not my fucking boyfriend” got stuck in your throat as you looked at him, thinking how could he be so selfish to want you all to himself when he couldn’t be entirely yours.

You knew this deal of friends with benefits will come to bite you in the ass sooner or later. How did he expect you not to catch feelings when you’ve been in love with him for the longest time? For years you had to see him go from girl to girl, hear him talk about his one-night stands, and then him crawling back to your bed whenever he felt lonely. And as soon as you want to give him a taste of his own medicine, he flips out on you and leaves a guy with a black eye.

“I never said I didn’t want to dance! I told you to wait a fucking minute and the next thing I know you’re humping this other dude” He shouted, making you even angrier and sadder than you already were.

“I am so tired of waiting Calum only to get nothing in return,” You said, anger lacing your voice with every word “I waited for you for so long and I’m tired that you don’t even realize it”

Calum’s eyes softened the moment he saw a glimpse of tears on yours “What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, more calmly.

But you shook your head, pressing your lips in a thin line, afraid that you said too much and that you’ve ruined this whole thing.

Calum scoffed “Is that how it’s going to be? Talk to me, Y/N. Tell me what’s on your mind” But you still didn’t answer as you shook away from his grip and started to walk back to your room “Oh!” Calum said loudly in a sarcastic voice “If that’s how you want to act, then great, perfect! Nice! Fuck this!” He shouted, “Fuck, I don’t know why I love you!”

That last sentence made you stop in your tracks, too afraid to move as you heard Calum curse under his breath the moment those words left his mouth.

You turned around, tears already falling from your eyes as you asked with a broken voice: “What did you say?”

The minute Calum saw your tears he started to panic, thinking he might’ve fuck this whole thing up. He was in front of you in an instant, cupping your face as he begged softly “Hey, no, no, no. Don’t cry, Y/N. I-”

“What did you say?” You asked again.

Calum let out a deep breath, knowing how stubborn you could be you were not going to let this go until he said it.

“I said I love you” He almost whispered “And I know that might be scary, I swear it terrifies me, but it’s not something I can deny. And tonight… when you danced with him I just couldn’t control myself, thinking that I might’ve lost you when I said we weren’t exclusive because I wanted us to be, I wanted that for a while but I didn’t know if you-”

You cut him off by placing your lips against his, capturing them in a soft, needy kiss that left you with butterflies all over your stomach.

Calum’s hands quickly found their way to your waist, holding you closer to him as he felt his body melting against yours, loving every second of it as he deepened the kiss.

After a while, you were the first one to pull away.

“I only danced with him because I thought I was foolish to think I’ll ever have a chance to be something more to you” You confessed against his lips, kissing him hungrily again.

“Baby, you’re my dream. How could I not want a lifetime by your side?” He placed a strand of your hair behind your ear, smiling softly at you “I’m sorry it took me this long to say it”

“I’m sorry, too”

You kissed again, letting his tongue part your lips as the kiss became needier and needier with every second till you ended up panting against his mouth. Calum walked you over to the wall, pressing you against it as his hands traveled lower, landing on your ass as he squeezed you, lifting your skirt just enough so you could feel how much he needed you.

“Fuck,” You moaned, pulling away from him to get some air; Calum then took that to his advantage as he started to kiss your neck, leaving visible marks with every bite he gave, making your knees go weak “I must say, this is not how I expected the night to go”

Calum hummed at your giggle, pressing against your core even more “I don’t know, love” He said softly, right by your ear as he bit your lobule “This is pretty much how I expected to go, especially after seeing you dance with another man, giving him a taste of what only I can have”

His fingers traced lightly over your cloth core, making you shiver under his touch.

“Cal…”

“I think I must remind you of that, baby” He teased, slipping a finger inside of your panties “Let me show you only I can love you as you deserve”

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