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I want it all Calum Hood x Reader

Summary: reader gives him space while he is on tour and Calum starts to worry.

A/N: alright so I got this from the kissing booth 2, so yeah lol. I usually know what to type in here but I somehow lost how to do it. anyway hope you enjoy and remember feedback is always allowed! love you all! also sorry if this is too short.

Calum had been leaving for a tour and you just knew every inch of you was going to miss him, you had no idea how the distance would affect your relationship, but you knew that you would have to give him some sort of freedom when he was doing something that he was so passionate about. You trusted him with all your heart and knew he would be as loyal as you were back home.

As he was packing he had asked for your help, you didn’t really know how to act, so you just stood quite, cal noticed the small change in your attitude, you were more quiet and this worried cal that tour might be a dealbreaker for you and change your mind but you were actually the complete opposite. You were very proud of him and the band and the support you had was all there, you were just going to miss him which was normal since he was going away, but you didn’t want to be that clingy girlfriend.

Cal stopped with what he was doing and was the first to break the silence, “hey, you alright love?” he said as you looked up with a frown, “yeah im okay, why?” you asked as you placed his clothing in the suitcase and he took your hands in his, “i just, uh you seem kinda distant since i told you i was going away for tour,” he said as you sighed, “sorry i didn’t mean it to seem like that, i’m just gonna miss you is all cal, i’ve honestly never really experienced this ever, sorry-” you said as he cut you off softly, “no- it’s okay, sorry i forget that sometimes, i’m gonna miss you too, so much, you are it for me you know that, i’ll come back to you. I promise.” he said as he placed you on his lap as you smiled and pushed his hair out of his face, “i know you will bubs, and i will be here waiting for you, you’re the only one for me.” you said as he smiled and took you in a hug wanting to be close to you, close to the point where he could feel your heartbeat.

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Louis Tomlinson x reader request: Louis has a football (soccer) match coming up for charity but it ends up getting rescheduled to their anniversary date and he’s stressed out about it and worried y/n will be upset with him

Love And Ball

Louis paced back and forth in his living room, anxiously running a hand through his mess of hair. The football match, which he had been looking forward to for weeks—his team's annual charity game—was suddenly rescheduled. Of all days, it was now set for the same day as his and your anniversary.

He knew how much this day meant to you both and the last thing he wanted was for you to feel let down. After all, you two had been planning a romantic evening filled with surprises, dinner, and perhaps a small getaway.

“Ah, bloody hell,” he muttered to himself, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders. He pulled out his phone again, checking for the fiftieth time to see if you had replied to his last message.

Hey babe, can we talk later? Got some news to share…

Worry gnawed at his insides. What would you think when he had to tell you? Would you understand? Would you be upset? The last thing Louis wanted was to ruin your special day.

As he finally settled on the couch, trying to calm his racing heart, you walked in with a bright smile on your face, completely unaware of his inner feelings. You carried a small bouquet of flowers you’d picked earlier that day.

“Surprise! I thought I’d make the day a little special, just for us,” you said, lighting up the room with your enthusiasm.

Louis forced a smile, but it didn’t quite meet his eyes. He took a deep breath, deciding to face the music. “Babe, we need ta’ talk,” he said gently.

You tilted your head, sensing something was off. “What’s wrong?”

His heart sank. “They moved the charity match… ta’ our anniversary.”

Silence stretched between you. The vibrant excitement in your eyes dimmed slightly as you processed the news. “Oh. They couldn’t have picked another date?”

“I know, but it’s for charity… And I’ve committed ta’ it. I just… I’m so sorry, luv,” he explained, guilt lacing his words. “I didn’t want this to happen. I wanted to celebrate with ya, just us, you know?”

You stepped closer, placing your flowers down and taking his hands in yours. “Louis. I get it. You care about this cause, and you care about your team. It’s important to you.”

“But it’s our anniversary,” he whispered, his accent thick with worry, feeling the weight of his disappointment. “And I don’t want ya to think I’m putting the game before you.”

You shook your head, a small smile returning to your lips. “Love, I understand how important this is. We can celebrate another time. Maybe we can do something fun together after the match?” Your voice filled with hope, love, and admiration.

He looked into your eyes, seeing the understanding and support swirling within them. You truly were remarkable. “You’re incredible, you know that?” he said, relief washing over him. “I’m lucky ta’ have you.”

“And I’m lucky to have you too, Lou. Just know that I’m here for you. I’ll cheer you on at the match and then we’ll have the best anniversary celebration ever—just the two of us.”

Louis pulled you into a warm embrace, squeezing you tightly. “I luv ya. I promise ta’ make it up ta’ ya.”

“Just focus on the game. That’s what matters now. We can make new memories later,” you said, resting your head against his shoulder, feeling his heartbeat slow as your presence calmed him.

The following week was a whirlwind of preparations for the charity match. You stood in the stands, dressed in his team's colors, waving a handmade sign that read, “Go, Louis!” Your support filled him with unparalleled determination.

After the match, as Louis ran off the field, the cheers from the crowd ringing in his ears, he spotted you and rushed over, adrenaline still pumping through his veins.

“Amazing game, babe!” you exclaimed, pulling him into a passionate kiss that made all the anxieties fade away.

“Thanks to you!” he said, his face glowing with joy. “Now, about that anniversary…”

As the sun began to set, casting a golden hue over the field, you grinned mischievously. “I’ve gotta little surprise planned. Just follow me.”

With your hand in his, you led him to a quiet spot overlooking the city, where you had set up a cozy picnic. The candles flickered, casting a warm glow as the stars began to twinkle above.

Louis couldn’t help but smile. “You really know how to turn things around, don’t ya?”

“That’s what love is for,” you said, sitting down on the blanket. “Now, let’s celebrate the best of both worlds.”

In that moment, surrounded by the love you shared, Louis realized that while plans may change, what truly mattered was the bond you both held.

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hello! i was curious to see if u could do a fem reader x dallas?

where reader is just really stressed, overstimulated and having a really bad day and she promised one of her friends (angela) that she would go to this party with her and reader promised she would and she doesn’t wanna back out. and reader is struggling with her hair and dallas ends up coming to her house to see her and finds her crying and she explains that she’s just upset and sad and he just holds her and comforts her and tells angela himself that reader isnt going, dallas ends up staying the night and comforts her.

does that make sense?

if not im sorry! u dont have to do it

much love <3

Hey! Oh my gosh I’m so sorry I haven’t gotten to this, I haven’t checked my inbox in FOREVER lol 😂. YES! This makes so much sense and I LOVESE this idea! I hope you enjoy this story, sending you and your loved ones much love as well, stay gold friends ☀️

A Night In

I had promised Angela, my ever-enthusiastic friend, that I would join her at the party tonight. But as I struggled with my hair, trying to tame the frizz that seemed to mock my every attempt, I couldn’t help but feel the sadness bubble up. I twisted my hair into a knot, frustration boiling over, and hot tears slid down my cheeks.

“Come on, Y/N,” I muttered to myself, wiping my face with the back of my hand. “You can’t back out now.” But the thought of mingling in a loud, crowded room made me feel even more overwhelmed. My brain felt like it was in a constant state of overdrive.

I buried my head in my hands, feeling utterly defeated. That’s when I heard a knock on my bedroom door. “Y/N? It’s me, Dally!” His voice, laid-back yet somehow always filled with concern, cut through the noise in my head.

“Go away, Dallas,” I called, hoping he’d take the hint. But after a moment, the door creaked open, and he peeked in.

“What’s going on in here? You look like you’ve been through a tornado,” he said, stepping inside. His hazel eyes widened when they landed on my tear-streaked face, and he walked over to me, kneeling down to meet my gaze.

“I just... I can't.” The words tumbled out, barely audible between sobs. I confessed, “I promised Angela I’d go to the party, but I can’t handle it. I’m just so stressed and tired.”

Dallas’s expression softened, a rare gentleness replacing his usual bravado. “Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to pretend around me.” He reached out, brushing a few strands of hair away from my face, and the simple gesture grounded me.

“I feel so overwhelmed, Dally. Everything is just... too much,” I admitted, my voice shaking.

He let out a breath, leaning back against my bed and pulling me gently into his arms. I melted against him, the warmth of his body bringing a strange sense of comfort. “You’re not alone, alright? Tell Angela I’ll take care of it. You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

I shook my head, feeling the weight of my feelings slacken a little. “I don’t want to disappoint her.”

“Who cares about disappointing her. You need to take care of yourself first,” Dallas said, his voice steady. “We’ll hang out here instead. Just the two of us. We’ll order some pizza or something and watch bad movies.”

I smiled faintly, appreciating his idea. That sounded so much better than mingling at a party. “You really don’t mind?”

“Not at all, babe,” he replied with a casual shrug, although I knew how much he valued his social life. “I’ll text Angela and let her know what’s up. Promise she’ll understand.”

He pulled out his phone, typing swiftly, while I leaned back against my pillows, allowing myself to breathe a little easier. It was as if the weight on my chest began to lift with each passing moment. He looked up, catching my gaze. “See? You're already doing better.”

“Thanks, Dally,” I whispered, feeling a warmth bloom in my chest.

“Anytime. I’m not going anywhere.” He settled beside me, his presence soothing in the chaotic whirlwind of my thoughts.

As the minutes drifted by, I felt the tension slowly dissipate. Dallas stayed beside me, occasionally cracking jokes or recounting absurd stories from his day. Each laugh felt like a balm to my soul, and I couldn’t help but find solace in the way he effortlessly lightened my mood.

By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft glow in my room, I felt a deep sense of comfort. I closed my eyes, resting my head against his shoulder. “You know, I think you’re the best distraction I could’ve asked for,” I admitted softly.

“Guess I have my moments,” he replied, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk.

As I listened to his voice, feeling grateful for this unexpected night, I realized that sometimes, all you needed was someone to remind you it was okay to take a step back and breathe. And with Dally by my side, I knew I could face tomorrow, one breath at a time.

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Can you write something about Louis Tomlinson catching a cold and the reader taking care of him? Maybe he doesn’t want to cancel a meet and greet but he ends up having to do so and he feels bad about it. 

I love you. This is such a cute and sad and fun story idea! Thank you so much for the request, I really hope that you enjoy this story! And if you do please feel free to send in more requests! I love spams lol 😂.

Caring for Louis

The rain drummed steadily against the window, a rhythmic backdrop to the deepening gloom of the room. Inside, Louis sat huddled under a blanket on the couch, the glow from the TV flickering shadows across his tired face. You could see the signs of discomfort: the red rim around his eyes and the way he sniffled every few moments.

“Lou, you really need to rest,” you said gently, approaching him with a mug of steaming herbal tea. The warm steam rose, carrying a soothing aroma of chamomile and honey.

He took the mug with a grateful smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“I know, but I can’t shake this cold. I should be preparing for the meet and greet tomorrow. The fans are counting on me.”

You sat beside him, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear. “They’ll understand, Lou. You can’t give it your all if you’re sick. It’s better to take care of yourself than to risk making it worse.”

His brow furrowed, frustration seeping through his illness.

“But I hate disappointing them. They’ve been waiting for this, and I just… feel awful about cancelling.”

You squeezed his hand gently.

“It’s not your fault. Your health comes first, and true fans want you to be at your best. They wouldn’t want to see you like this.”

Louis sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“You’re right, I just… I wish I could be out there, making them happy.”

“You will be again,” you assured him. “This is just a temporary setback. Let’s focus on getting you better first. You need lots of rest, and I’m here to help with that.”

With a reluctant nod, he sank back into the cushions, pulling the blanket tighter around him. You could see the weight of his disappointment, but you also knew that with a little care, he’d bounce back.

As the night stretched on, you made sure to keep him comfortable. You prepared bowls of warm soup, snuggled under the blanket with him as you watched his favorite shows, and occasionally checked his temperature to ensure he wasn’t getting worse.

“Y’know,” he croaked after a while, looking over at you, “it’s nights like these that remind me how lucky I am to have you.”

You chuckled softly, offering him a playful nudge. “Just wait until I start making chicken soup from scratch. Then you’ll realize your luck might be running out!”

Louis laughed, though it quickly devolved into a coughing fit, making you frown in concern. You reached for the tissues nearby, handing them to him with tender care.

“See? Rest, soup, and some cuddle time is all you need.”

“You’re really too good to me,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

“And you deserve it. Just promise me that if you’re feeling worse tomorrow, you’ll let me handle calling off the meet and greet,” you said seriously, wanting nothing more than for him to prioritize his health.

“I promise,” he replied, though doubt laced his words. You could see his internal struggle, caught between his desire to please his fans and the likes of resting his weary body.

As the evening wore on, you started to notice him dozing off more frequently. It warmed your heart seeing him finally relax, lulled by the comfort of your presence. Deciding to seize the moment, you tucked another blanket around him and switched on a calming playlist. The room was quiet, save for the gentle music and the patter of rain against the window.

When Louis stirred slightly, you leaned closer, feeling the warmth radiating from him. He opened his eyes and gave you a sleepy smile.

“What would I do without you?”

“You’d probably be eating terrible takeout and suffering on that couch alone,” you joked, running your fingers through his hair.

“Not a pretty picture,” he admitted, closing his eyes again. “I really do appreciate you, you know. I just feel so guilty about the fans. They deserve my best.”

“And tomorrow you’ll give them that best, but for now, you need to heal. Just think of how happy you’ll make them when you’re back to your normal self,” you encouraged, hoping to lift his spirits.

He nodded slowly, though the worry still lingered in his eyes.

“You've always got such a positive outlook.”

“Because I believe in you, Louis. And I believe your fans will understand,” you said softly.

Eventually, the combination of warmth, your comforting presence, and soothing music lulled him into a deeper sleep. You remained by his side, ready to care for him as he weathered this storm.

In your heart, you knew this was just a moment in time—one where Louis needed your love and care. Tomorrow, he would feel better, and soon enough, those bright, grateful smiles from his fans would make everything worth it. Together, you would face it all, one day at a time.

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postcard from my roadtrip au

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helloooo i was wondering if u could do fem reader x drunk dallas? and he’s being like super duper clingy and touchy and lovey. (if for any reason u r not comfortable thats okay!)

tysmm!!

A Night With Dallas

The neon lights of the bar flickered as you stepped inside, glancing around for your boyfriend, Dallas Winston. He was your opposite in many ways—wild, reckless, and often carefree to the point of chaos. You, on the other hand, preferred to keep your life organized and sober, particularly when it came to nights like these.

Dallas had always seen your clarity as a challenge, and tonight was no exception. You found him leaning against the bar, a drink already in hand, his trademark grin stretching across his face as he caught sight of you.

“Hey, babe! You made it!” he yelled, his voice slightly slurred but filled with excitement. With a mix of concern and affection, you approached him.

“Dally, are you already drunk?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Just a little buzzed,” he replied, winking at you like it was the most innocent thing in the world. You shook your head, unable to suppress your smile.

He pushed away from the bar, closing the distance between you and pulling you into a tight hug. You could feel the warmth radiating from his body, the faint scent of whiskey mingling with his usual cologne. He was so clingy—it was cute, really. He was never like this though, never. He typically was cold and mean to everyone, he had lots to drink tonight.

“Stay close,” he mumbled against your shoulder, his voice muffled as he nuzzled you. “Don’t want anyone else to take my favorite girl.”

You chuckled softly, wrapping your arms around him. “I’m not going anywhere, Dally. Promise.”

As the night wore on, you watched him interact with his friends, jumping from table to table, sharing laughs and stories. You couldn’t help but feel a bit protective though. Even when he was with his gang, he always found his way back to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into his side.

“Look at you, all sober and responsible,” he teased, tilting your chin up so he could meet your gaze. “I like it.” His eyes sparkled under the dim lights, and you felt your heart skip a beat.

“Only because someone has to keep you out of trouble,” you replied, rolling your eyes playfully. Dally just smirked, unfazed by the implication.

As the drinks continued to flow, you could see Dallas becoming more animated. His laughter was infectious, and you found yourself laughing along, despite the slight anxiety of watching him drink too much.

“Let’s get out of here,” he suggested after what felt like hours of socializing. “Just you and me.” He grabbed your hand, his grip comforting and possessive, as he led you outside into the cool night air.

Once outside, he pulled you close again, his body pressed against yours. “You’re so cute when you’re all serious, but I like it when you loosen up,” he said, his breath warm against your face. Dally leaned in closer, planting a gentle kiss on your lips. It was soft, sweet, and filled with a warmth that made you forget about his drinking for a moment.

“You’re going to regret this in the morning,” you murmured against his lips, but there was a smile on your face as you said it.

“Maybe,” he said, voice playful, “but right now, I just want you.” He squeezed you tighter, swaying slightly on his feet.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “You’re such a dork when you’re drunk, you know that?”

Dallas laughed, his laughter bright and carefree. “Yeah, but I’m your dork, right?”

“Always,” you replied, your heart swelling as he looked at you with that familiar spark.

As you began to walk hand-in-hand, Dallas suddenly stopped, pulling you away from the streetlight glow. He leaned against the wall, groaning dramatically. “Why can’t we just stay here forever? Just you and me. This world sucks.”

You raised an eyebrow, amused. “You’re really getting philosophical now, aren’t you? Is that the whiskey talking?”

“Maybe,” he said with a grin, “but I mean it. You make everything better.” His eyes softened, and for a moment, the playful mean Dallas disappeared, revealing the boy who cared deeply.

“You know I’m always here for you, right?” you reassured him, resting your head against his shoulder.

“I know,” he replied, wrapping his arms around you. “And I love that about you. But… just don’t ever leave me, ‘kay?”

“Never,” you promised, feeling the weight of his words as you leaned in for another kiss, savoring the warmth of the moment—drunk Dallas and sober you, both wrapped up in each other’s hearts.

As the two of you stood there under the stars, a sense of peace washed over you. Whatever the world threw at you, you knew that together, you could face it all.

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Can I please get some Darry Curtis x reader fluff? Thank you!!!

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Spaghetti + Compliments

You were curled up on the couch at the Curtis house, a cozy blanket draped over your legs. The soft light of the setting sun streamed through the window, letting a warm glow enter the room. Darry was in the kitchen, busy making dinner, the sound of pots and pans clinking gently filling the air.

After a while, the inviting aroma of spaghetti and garlic bread wafted into the living room, making your stomach rumble. You couldn't help but smile. Darry always put his heart into cooking, and it showed.

"Hey, what’s the best part about this meal?" Darry called out, peeking his head around the corner with a teasing grin.

"The chef!" you replied with a laugh, leaning back against the couch.

He rolled his eyes playfully but couldn’t suppress his small smile. He walked over to you, wiping his hands on a dish towel. “You’re just saying that because I’m cooking,” he teased, taking a seat next to you.

“Maybe, but it doesn’t hurt that you’re also pretty cute,” you said, and the moment your words hung in the air, you both burst into laughter. Darry's cheeks turned a light shade of pink, and you found it adorable.

“You’re full of compliments today," he said, nudging your shoulder playfully. “Are you trying to flatter me?”

“Maybe just a little,” you replied, your heart racing as you caught his gaze. “Just appreciating everything you do for the family… and me.”

Darry softened, his expression turning serious for a moment. “I’m just doing my best,” he said quietly. Then, after a moment, a bright idea struck him. “Alright, let’s make a deal. For every compliment I give you, you have to give me one back.”

You grinned, accepting the challenge. “Okay, I’ll go first. You’re an amazing cook and an even better big brother,” you said, leaning closer.

He chuckled. “Alright, but that’s too easy. You’re not allowed to play it safe.”

“Oh, I won’t,” you promised. You thought for a second, then added, “You’re also really responsible, even if it’s about cleaning up after the boys.”

Darry rubbed the back of his neck, feigning modesty. “Thanks, but that’s a bit of a stretch.”

“Okay, I’ll admit I could’ve gotten more creative,” you said. “Your turn!”

He took a deep breath, a spark of mischief in his eyes. “You’re just as cute as that spaghetti. Is that safe enough?”

You burst into laughter, “That’s definitely safe, but it’s also adorable!” You leaned against him, the warmth of his body seeping into you.

As you both sat there, the aroma of dinner filling the room, you felt a sense of contentment wash over you. Moments like this, filled with laughter and affection, were what made everything worthwhile. Darry wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer, and you felt grateful for the little moments of joy together.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Maybe we could even ask the boys to join us… or just make it our little date night?”

You smiled brightly at the idea, feeling your heart flutter. “I’d love that,” you said, and the warmth in his eyes made you realize how lucky you were to be a part of the Curtis family.

As you both continued exchanging playful banter and compliments, the bond between you felt stronger than ever, and you knew you would cherish moments like this forever.

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Hello!!! This is the first ever request I ever made on this app (I’m new to tumblr😭😭) but can you do a moodboard for johnny cade x reader? Tysm! <3

Hello! Thank your for your request 😝

I’m going to be completely honest with you I had/have no idea what a mood board is so I had to look it up 😭🙏🏻🫣

Sooo~ l apologize if this isn’t what you were thinking of lmao 🤣

“My darling, you will never be unloved by me, you are to well tangled in my soul.”

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Honestly… I think that the cast for the Outsiders musical is amazing and fits the characters so well. They all have such a deep understanding of the characters and they are so good at performing (so I’ve heard). From what I’ve seen they are amazing and I LOVE their voices so much. I am so excited to watch it.

I think the cast for the movie was amazing as well. They were all amazing actors and made such an amazing and memorable movie. They played the roles so well and overall just made an awesome performance.

I think that the casting for the movie and musical are PERFECT. They picked the perfect actors for the movie and the perfect actors for the play. The movie is on point with the book and so is the play.

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‼️Idea‼️

So I really want to write a story on Wattpad but I’m not sure if anyone would be interested.

It would be about a girl named Mila Curtis (Sodapop’s Irish twin) and she would be really close to the gang.

So she would end up being together with this guy named Cole, but throughout the whole story she would have to deal with her brothers not wanting them to be together and the gang being really over protective and maybe someone in the gang having a crush on her and starting some drama? I haven’t thought too much about it yet because I don’t know if anyone would really be interested in reading something like that.

Lmk what you think, and if you have any ideas please tell me 🙏🏻

⬇️This Would Be Cole⬇️