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better left unsaid // cth chapter seven
in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn't know.
calum hood x fem!oc
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july 21, 2018 los angeles, california calum
One of the things that my girlfriend loves most in this entire world is going to Trader Joe's. Despite going every week, without fail, she gets excited each time. She calls it our weekly adventure and demands we get fun drinks beforehand to 'sip while we stroll.'
Knowing how excited she gets, I'm happy to oblige. I love making her happy. We're about to go this afternoon, but this time, not to get our standard groceries — she wants to get snacks for the party we're having tonight. I tried to say we could just order a few pizzas and nobody would be upset about it, but that set her off more, saying the frozen pizzas at Trader Joe's are elite and it's an insult to Joseph himself if we don't get those instead of something from Domino's.
We've spent the morning cleaning the apartment, clearing out the fridge to make room for drinks, and dancing to The Band Camino, one of her favorites. Well, Orion danced, I laughed at her. I'm trying to soak in the rest of our time together before I leave.
"Are you ready?" O calls out from the bathroom. She's drying her hair after our shower, something that takes her a while because it's so long and heavy.
I pop my head into our bathroom. "Yep, whenever you are."
She smiles at me in the mirror. Her hair is dry now, and she's weaving it into a loose braid.
"Want help?" I ask.
Her smile grows. "Yes, please. It always looks better when you do it."
I chuckle. I don't think it ever looks any different when I do it instead of her, but she always seems to love when I offer, so I try to do it whenever I can. I stride into the room, standing directly behind her, almost a full head taller than she is. She undoes the small amount of braiding she'd already done and then hands me her brush.
Carefully, I run the brush through her long, dark brown hair. The ends of it are slightly lighter from all the time she's spent in the sun this summer. Once it's brushed again, I separate it into three sort of equal parts and start to braid. I focus on the braid, but when I glance up from her hair, I see that she's got her phone out, taking a selfie in the mirror.
"Ay, no paparazzi!"
Orion giggles, taking a few more pictures before she puts her phone face down on the counter. "Sorry, you just look so cute when you focus."
I feel my cheeks get warm and ignore her comment, already almost done with her hair. She anticipates my next move and holds a hairtie out to me, which I quickly tie around the end to secure the braid.
"All done," I cheer, smiling at her in the mirror. I love when she has her hair back. I swiftly kiss the top of her head and wrap my arms around her waist, setting my head on top of hers.
"Thank you," she says, brightly beaming at me through the mirror. "Shall we pay a visit to Trader Joseph's?"
"Yep, let's go." I then turn around and squat down, and I hear Orion laugh behind me. "Hop on!"
"No, I will not hop on." I swear I can hear her roll her eyes.
"Hop on!"
"No!"
"If you don't, I'm still gonna carry you."
"Cal, I can walk!"
"You can, but not right now." I turn around, and she tries to sneak past me, but I'm faster, and stronger, and I lean forward, picking her up easily and throwing her over my shoulder.
She smacks my butt instantly. Predictable. "Nice ass, Hood."
"Says you," I reply, holding her steady with one arm and using the other to pat hers in turn.
I carry her to the kitchen, her laughter filling the whole apartment as I purposefully walk unsteadily, making her bounce on my shoulder. God, I love her laugh.
I gently set her down on the island in the kitchen, parting her legs and slotting in between them. Instantly, almost instinctively, she drapes her arms around my neck and her hands find my hair. My hands rest on her hips and I look into her doe-like eyes.
"I thought we were leaving?" Orion asks, running her hands through my hair.
"Where did you want to go to get drinks first?"
"Can we go to the place that has the cookie milk? Their lattes are always fun."
A fun drink. Orion loves her fun drinks. Her Instagram bio is literally "probs getting a fun lil drinky".
"Yeah, of course."
Even though we've decided, I don't move.
"Are we gonna go?" She sounds kind of impatient now, but she's still sweetly playing with my hair and looking at me intently, studying my face.
"One rule."
She snorts a small laugh. "What's your rule?"
"I get to buy you flowers at the store."
For some reason, Orion says I'm only allowed to buy her flowers on special occasions. It doesn't make sense, because she loves them. She also doesn't even like expensive flowers — her favorite is chamomile. It's just some odd rule she's had as long as we've been together, and when you care about someone as much as I do Orion, you learn to accept some of their silly little rules.
She purses her lips, rolls her eyes, and nods. "Fine, sure."
I grin. "Sweet, let's go get coffee."
I help her off the counter and we walk to the door together, Orion slinging her purse over her shoulder and I shove my wallet into my pocket.
"What shoes do you want, love?" I ask, opening our closet by the door where we keep shoes and our jackets. I grab my favorite, worn out Adidas and slip them on, not bothering to tie and untie them.
"Hmm, you pick."
My favorite answer. I grab her light blue Vans and start to untie them while I bring them over to her.
"Want me to put them on?" I don't even wait for her answer before I kneel in front of her. Orion chuckles, lifting her foot for me to slide the shoe on, and then the other, and then I start tightening the laces.
"How am I going to survive without you here? How will I put my shoes on?!"
"Obviously you'll just go barefoot, silly."
She chuckles and holds her hands out to me to help me stand back up. I don't let go of one of her hands and lace our fingers together before Orion is pulling me out the door, locking it behind us swiftly and leading us over to the elevator.
When the doors open, Macy is inside with a woman who looks strikingly similar to her, presumably her mum. She lights up when she sees us, and Orion does too.
"Macy! Oh my goodness, I can't believe I didn't think to invite you sooner," O starts, and here she goes, being her friendly, inclusive self. "We're having a party tonight. You should totally come, if you can! It's a little celebration for the tour."
Macy glances toward her mother, who seems totally disinterested. "I think I can come! Is it just in your apartment?"
Orion nods enthusiastically while she presses the button to close the elevator doors. "Yep, just in our apartment. We're 404. It starts at 7 but you can really come anytime after 5. Oh! And, the theme is black and white, so just don't wear any color if you can."
Macy agrees to come, and says she's looking forward to it, and then we're walking through the lobby. Macy and her mum head to the street, but Orion and I are going to the parking garage, so we tell them to have a good day and head to my car.
In the car, O hooks her phone up to the aux and she starts playing old 5 Seconds of Summer songs, which she knows I do not enjoy listening to. After I beg her to change it, she then plays really old One Direction, which is musically worse but less of a cringey experience for me, so I accept it. She's just doing it to be obnoxious, but her laughter is worth the pain of listening to "I Want" and "Save You Tonight."
We get our coffee — Orion got the most obscure sounding cookie latte thing and I just got an unsweetened iced latte — and I take a quick photo of her grinning with her drink. The coffee shop is quite close to the store, so we just leave the car parked near the cafe and walk the block and a half to Trader Joe's, where Orion is like a kid in the candy store.
As soon as we get in, I grab the only three bunches of chamomile that are left in the flower section and place them in the cart. Orion tries to hide it, but she's happy about it. We stop at the new items end cap next, and O grabs some random box of fancy crackers from the shelf.
"It'll be good with the honey goat cheese!" She explains, throwing the box into the cart.
I let her lead me, and when she asks me to pick between two things, I just let her get both. Orion picks out a wide assortment of dips and spreads, cheeses, crackers, some fruits, cookies, and, naturally, several of the frozen pizzas she ranted about earlier. We don't get any booze here, but we do buy some of the fancy sodas and sparkling waters to offer some non-alcoholic options.
After Orion decides we've gotten enough snacks for the party, we check out and drop everything off at the car before running to the liquor store quickly to grab a few cases of beer, bottles of wine, and large bottles of cheap vodka and tequila.
We get everything home and it takes us a few trips to get it up to the apartment and into the fridge, but we're able to do it before the frozen food starts to thaw.
"I'm gonna chop up the cheeses and stuff now so it's ready to go."
"Can I help?" I ask, watching her get out a cutting board and knife and lay out the cheeses.
She shakes her head no. "Nah, but if you wanna maybe figure out where to put the disco balls and the little light thingies?"
We didn't even invite that many people, at least not comparatively to parties that we’ve thrown in the past, but Orion really wanted to at least have a few decorations, and that meant some small disco balls to scatter throughout the place and colored lights to shine at them. The disco balls are fun, and she promised she'd find a way to incorporate them into the apartment's regular decor too.
A few hours later, everything's ready to go and the first two pizzas are in the oven. Orion has changed out of her workout set into a long, silky, lacy black dress that hangs off her body in a way that I could stare at for ages. Of course, she's wearing sneakers with it, as always. Her hair is still in the braid that I did earlier, but a few strands have fallen out and frame her face.
I'm wearing what we refer to as "The Shirt™" and black pants with black boots. The Shirt™ is the one I had on the night Orion and I met. I don't wear it often, because I don't want the stain to completely wash out, and technically I'm breaking the rules of wearing only black and white, since it's covered in a purple stain. My outfit honestly may be exactly what I had on the night I met O.
The first knock on the door comes at 6:21, even though we'd told everyone the party starts at 7, but naturally, we don't mind. Orion runs to answer the door since she's closer, and she swings it open to reveal Ash and KayKay.
"Hi!" She says, instantly pulling them into a mini group hug. "How are you!?"
"Excited to be here," Ash says. "Did you shrink?" He pats the top of her head, making her scowl at him.
"Play nice," Kay comments. "Hey Cal!"
"Hi guys." I give them both a hug as well, and they step into the apartment a few more feet. Just as I go to close the door, Macy steps out of the elevator. She waves when she sees me and I nod, holding the door open a bit wider. "Hi, Macy!"
Macy is carrying a plate of brownies. "Hello," she singsongs. "Sorry, I know you said it was okay to come early, but please tell me if I'm too early, I can just go back—"
"Macy!" Orion yells excitedly. If I didn't know her, I'd think she was drunk based on her excitement, but she's not had anything to drink whatsoever today. "You're totally fine! You're, as you can see, not the first person to get here. Ash, Kay, this is Macy. Her parents live in the building."
Our neighbor looks nervous as she waves. "Hi, it's nice to meet you."
"You look so familiar," Kay starts. "Have we met?"
Macy still seems quite nervous and she looks thoughtful after Kay's question, squinting her eyes a bit while she tries to think. "Maybe? You look so familiar too, but maybe I've just seen you online amidst 5SOS fandom." She laughs anxiously, and then her eyes widen, realizing she just admitted being a fan who looks at things about us online. It’s funny, and I don’t mind. Macy has been very cool whenever we’ve interacted, so naturally I just like that she’s a fan. It’s nice to meet fans. "Wait, sorry, I promise I'm not a crazy fan or anything, I just meant..."
Orion chuckles and reaches out to grab the brownies from Macy. "You're good, Mace. I know you're normal." She has the tray in her hands and then she's walking and talking on her way to the kitchen. "Does anyone want a drink? We've got lots!"
Everyone follows Orion to the kitchen, rattling off what they'd like to drink. She's cute when she's like this — taking care of people. Getting them drinks and making them feel comfortable and welcome. I love that she loves to take care of people.
More and more people show up, Orion welcoming everyone with a cheery greeting and getting drinks in their hands as quickly as she can. I try to say hello to as many people as I can, but there's no way I can match her energy and enthusiasm.
"Michael!" I hear her yell from by the door, but this isn't a happy one, she sounds annoyed. "We had one rule!"
I take a few steps so I can see the door from the living room and see Mike standing in the threshold, wearing a red flannel. Crystal, next to him, is wearing a black and white striped dress, so she followed the rules.
"This is my party! I can wear what I want!"
"This is not your party! This is my home!"
I chuckle, walking over to help Orion stand her ground, not that she needs my help. She's pretty intimidating when she's mad, although, right now, she's not actually mad. She's annoyed, but she's not mad.
"Oi, Mike, it's not your party,” I chime in, making him glare at me.
Michael laughs, a bit sarcastically. "It's literally a party to celebrate the tour for the band! I am in the band!"
Orion crosses her arms over her chest. "What exactly have you done to make this party happen, sir? Nothing. It's not your fucking party."
Crystal is trying her best not to laugh while Mike and O go at it, but I'm not even trying to hold it back. It's pretty funny to watch them go back and forth.
"It's a party for my band! Name one thing you've contributed to the band. Without the band, there is no party."
Orion scoffs. "How many of your songs has Cal written about me again? Didn't you just tell me a few weeks ago it was 'loads of songs'?"
Mike scoffs back, and Crystal finally cracks, letting out a few quiet chuckles, making him glare at her. "Fine. Whatever. I broke the rules. I'm sorry, O."
Orion grins with her victory. "Thank you." She steps aside to let them enter, and Mike rolls his eyes.
Crystal stops and whispers to O. "For the record, I did try to tell him not to wear the flannel."
The two of them giggle and hug, Orion leaving her arm around Crys and leading her to the kitchen, inevitably to force a drink of some kind into her hand. Once again, as I try to close the door, someone else appears, and this time it’s Emelia.
“Hey, sorry I’m kinda late. Uber was being weird.”
She gives me a haphazard one armed hug and rushes inside, her eyes widening when she notices the apartment full of people. “God, I always forget how many people you guys know.”
I laugh and actually close the door behind her. It’s true, between all of us and our significant others, we know a ton of people who’d like to celebrate the start of tour. “You know I’d have picked you up, right?”
Em rolls her eyes. She, similarly to Orion, doesn’t like asking for help. It’s no wonder they’re so close. “It’s fine. I need a drink,” she says, walking toward the kitchen, and I follow her. She looks back at me and smiles. “Hey, you’re wearing The Shirt™️!”
I grin, my own eyes flitting down to look at it. “It’s a special occasion, thought I’d break it out.”
Her mouth flattens into a line and something in her eyes shifts. “Yeah, it’s a special occasion.”
When we get to the kitchen, we find Orion in a conversation with Crystal, Sierra, and Macy. Orion notices her best friend and hops up and down before she hurries over to us. “Emi! Yay, you’re here. Come here!” She grabs Em’s hand and pulls her to the small group she’s formed. “This is Macy! We just met like… a week ago? Anyway, her parents live in the building and she’s super cool.”
I think Orion would describe anyone that she even remotely likes as “super cool.”
Em’s jaw opens a tiny bit. “Wait, someone lives here that isn’t a total dick?”
Macy laughs loudly at that. “Technically I’m just visiting my parents, and I can’t vouch for them being dicks or not.”
Orion swats the air. “If they raised you they can’t be dicks, you’re precious.”
I shake my head and laugh, stepping out of the circle, but not without stopping to give O a kiss on her cheek. I walk around, nodding to everyone and giving hugs to anyone I’ve not had a chance to yet. I don’t think there are that many more people coming, since I can’t seem to recall who’s missing. I find the rest of the band on the couch, everyone with a beer in hand, chatting with our friends Roy and Mitchy.
“There he is!” Ash yells when I sit down on the arm of the couch next to him. “Roy and Mitch can’t believe Orion’s not coming with us.”
I look at the two, who are looking at me already. “Yeah, I mean, she’s got school and stuff.”
Roy chuckles. “Couldn’t she do some of it online or something? Orion seems like an ideal tour girlfriend.”
I snort and so does Ash. “What does that even mean, mate?”
Roy seems to be at a loss for words, so Mitchy steps in. “You guys met on tour, right? And she’s so organized. She’d keep you in check and she’d help keep you grounded. Wouldn’t let your world tour get to your head.” He’s half joking, especially with the last half. He and I have already talked about this and he’s aware that I’d love to bring her, but it’s not just my choice here.
I roll my eyes. “She’s my girlfriend, not my manager. She’s got a life too. She knows I’d love to have her with us, but she wants to stay and do school, and that’s fine with me.”
“Ash?” KayKay appears behind Roy and Mitchy, looking quite stressed. “Can we go?” Her face is red through her makeup, and her eyes look kind of glossy. It’s like she’s trying not to cry.
Ashton immediately stands up and walks around, wrapping an arm around her. I follow, not trying to butt into their conversation, but more just trying to make sure everything is fine.
They whisper for a few moments before Ash notices me and he gives KayKay a quick hug, telling her he’ll meet her in the hall in a minute.
“Is everything okay?” I ask. He looks stressed out now, too.
“Yeah. Or, no, not really — her grandmother is just back in the hospital. She’s got dementia, and she’s not been doing well for a while. We’re gonna go. Her mum said it’s not looking great.”
I just nod. “Yeah, for sure, go. I’m sorry to hear that. Let us know if you need anything?”
Ash nods and gives me a hug. “Thanks, dude. Tell O we said bye?”
“Of course. See ya on Monday?”
He grimaces. “It depends how she’s doing. Kay’s really close with her grandma.”
“Got it. Well, we’re here for you guys. You know that, right?”
He smiles. “Yeah. Love ya, bud!”
“Love you too, man.”
Orion runs over after the door closes behind them, looking concerned. She’s holding a can of PBR now, her lipgloss imprinted around the rim. “Is everything okay?”
“Kay’s got some family stuff. I’ll tell you later.”
She frowns but nods. “Gotcha…”
I wrap an arm around her. “It’s fine, Ash is with her. I told him to let us know if they need anything.”
She nods. “Cool, I’ll text her later. Remind me?”
“‘Course.” I bend down and press a kiss onto her temple, knowing she doesn’t like to kiss in front of others very much, at least not this sober, even though it’s just our friends.
She then gasps, as if out of nowhere.
“What?” I ask, not sure what’s wrong with her now. She has moments like this throughout the day, every day. It’s usually because she forgot someone’s birthday or she didn’t move the laundry to the dryer before we left.
“I didn’t get a picture of you four together,” she pouts, jutting out her bottom lip.
“Baby, there are literally millions of photos of the four of us together.”
Orion rolls her eyes. “But I wanted one of you all tonight.” For some reason, she seems pretty upset over forgetting about it tonight.
“Hey, it’s okay. We can get one of the three of us still? Maybe we can get a balloon and draw a face on it and pretend it’s Ashton. I’m sure the resemblance will be uncanny.”
That makes her giggle loudly, a faint burp coming out after, making both of us laugh. It’s a sign that this is not her first beer. “Yeah, let’s do that. And, can we get one of us? Oh, and one of me and Em. Oh, and one of me and Sierra and Crystal!”
I roll my eyes. “We don’t need a full on photoshoot.”
I don’t mean it. Orion loves having photos of everything. She’s a super sentimental girl, loving to have everything documented somewhere. Her Instagram is private, so the photos never make it to the fans, which is what she wanted. She’s been very self-conscious during our whole relationship about making sure the fans don’t think she’s after fame or anything.
“You love my photoshoots,” she says, playfully hitting my chest. “C’mon, let’s do the balloon one before you guys are too wasted to take a normal photo.”
Orion wrangles the three of us out onto our balcony, the city lights twinkling behind us in the photos she takes. She then grabs Crystal and Sierra to take a picture with them, posing with her hands on her cheeks and smiling, then hugging the other two, and I do my best to just keep clicking the shutter the way she taught me two years ago when she asked me to take photos of her at the London Eye.
She dismisses everyone else but asks Crystal to take photos of us, and she says she’s happy to. I hand O’s phone to Crystal and take my place next to Orion, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her tightly against my side. She sets her hand on my ribs and leans her head against me, smiling sweetly at the camera while Crystal yells out “oh my god so cute” a bunch of times. I don’t even bother looking at the camera, just stare at my pretty girl, trying to memorize how her eyeshadow sparkles and her eyes gleam and her lips are chapped and her hair is slowly falling out of her braid. She’s perfect.
“Are you gonna look at the camera?” She giggles, looking up at me.
“Nope,” I answer, leaning down to kiss her. Crystal keeps saying how cute it is and I assume she keeps taking photos while Orion and I kiss for the camera.
I hear Luke shout from inside the apartment, “GROSS!”
When I look at the photos a few minutes later, I see that both of us gave Luke the middle finger when he yelled. I smile, immediately Airdropping the photos to myself and adding that one to my story.
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a/n: heheh hahaha dropped some ~hints~ in this chapter!!! i love orilum (corion?) sm. ty for reading ily!!! <3
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caelumhood · 6 years ago
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calum is really doing THE MOST with dukes new instagram 🤧
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10-epic-loser-01 · 3 years ago
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I want to talk about this:
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Not only did this cth me off guard, but the more I have seen it the more I am simply in awe. The fact that he took the time to make this whole mini choose your own adventure that not only was a callback to the game he just played, but for all of ti to lead to advertising to In Space with Markiplier, is absolutely both incredible and smart. 
Also it has gotten me frightened for what Part two has in store but besides that- I just want to give some appreciation for this, because honestly, I did not expect it whatsoever. 
It also reminds me why I got invested into his content in the first place with just the creativity, the effort and love poured into stuff. I dunno, Im just rambling now but yeah.
Thank you for doing what you do Mark, and h my goodness, I may have to make a spreadsheet for this one to lol
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The first morning Calum wakes in his new home with a person who inspires songs about the sun. The first morning of many tiny home adventures to come.
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Calum wakes to beams of sunlight pouring in through the windows. Duke is curled into his side and the morning is quiet; only the chirping of birds and the lapping of water against the rocky shore to be heard. A small smile works its way onto Calum’s face as he takes in his surroundings. He finds comfort in his new home, the space is small but it’s cozy and has everything he needs. From natural light, to storage for his bass and journals. A bed big enough for two—and a Duke—with views that inspire poetry and lyrics. Art coming to life in front of his very eyes.
All he’s missing is her. Her side of the bed is cold, sheets rumpled and comfort long abandoned. He smirks, lifts himself from the warmth of the blankets and ruffles Duke’s ears in a good morning greeting. He knows where to find her. He drags himself from the bed and pads his way over to the ladder, the loft shining with sunlight from the high windows. She sits with crossed legs, his button up hanging off her frame, a concentrated look capturing her face. She bites her lip and narrows her eyes as her gaze stays steady on a canvas. Calum quietly climbs the ladder and gives her a smile when she turns to him.
“G’morning, sunshine. How did I know you’d be up here?” Calum asks with a laugh as he settles to sit behind her, arms winding around her and lips kissing her exposed shoulder.
“I couldn’t sleep,” she explains and tilts back so her head rests against his chest. “Sunrise was too pretty to ignore.”
Calum nods his understanding. The paintbrush in her hand creating an image he missed. Orange dances across the canvas and clashes with darkened waters not yet touched by the gleam of light.
“You should have woken me,” he says and nudges against her, taking in sweet scents of sugar and cinnamon. Paint coats her skin, art climbing her arms in patches of colors to her elbows.
“You were too pretty to disturb,” she defends and smirks. Her hands reach up and her fingers gently rake through Calum’s curls, the gesture familiar after years of practice. “There’s always sunset,” she reminds.
“I wouldn’t miss it,” Calum promises, already envisioning a trip down to the lake with her hand in his and Duke trotting along after them. She turns back to the canvas and he rests his chin on the crook of her shoulder. “I’ve got songs to write about you and the sun.”
She lets out a breathy laugh and puts down another swipe of color. This time purple graces the orange and deepens the atmosphere of the piece.
“Yeah? And when the sun goes down?” she questions with a timid smile. “What will you write about then?”
Calum doesn’t hesitate to answer. “The stars… and you.”
He smirks as she giggles and shakes her head, tendrils of soft hair falling in her face with the motion.
“And will you keep this song?” she wonders and Calum shrugs. “The world deserves to hear your words from your voice.”
Calum bites his lip. His songwriting credits keep him in the shadows, keep his voice to a whisper and his audience to her and Duke. “My world is right here.”
She softens but Calum can see the determination still set in her eyes. She sighs and puts her paintbrush in a glass of water so she can fully turn to be in his embrace. She kisses his lips in a whisper of affection. He revels in her taste and wishes she would linger a little longer. But she sighs and pulls away again.
“Your world wants to see the mountains next,” she says with a pointed gaze out the window.
Calum drums his fingers on her bare thighs and gives her a tilted smile. Her voice is soft and filled with wanderlust as she explains her desire. Eyelashes flutter against her cheekbones and she inches closer to Calum, the captivating scent of cinnamon nearing him with ease. Calum’s smile broadens as a realization strikes him. They can go anywhere in the world together and still be right at home; with or without the bus sheltering them.
“Perfect, we can leave tomorrow morning. Head west. You can paint, I can write…”
Calum loses his words, any thoughts of planning abandoned as she setttles in closer to him, wraps her arms around his neck and gives him what he was longing for. Another kiss. Another taste of sweetness that puts a yearning for adventure but a fulfilled feeling in his heart.
A small whine sounds from down the ladder and bliss breaks apart in an attempt to find the source. Neither truly has to question it. They both know Duke has finally made his way from bed and is requesting their presence.
“And Duke can explore,” she finishes Calum’s thought and breaks away to descend the ladder to comfort the old dog. Her feet hit the ground in a delicate way and Calum follows shortly after, her arms holding Duke and his quickly finding their way to holding her.
“Little man’s gotta learn how to climb the ladder,” Calum jokes.
She shakes her head in slight laughter. “We’ll just get him a little basket and pull him up whenever he wants,” she proposes and instills an image in Calum’s mind. “Then everything will be perfect.”
“Our perfect little world, in our perfect tiny home, with our perfect little dog,” Calum teases her though he’s apt to believe his own words.
His girl and her art, his dog and his basket, his music and his bass are all he needs in his new tiny home. In his life and in his world.
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shemarmooresfedora · 3 years ago
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loves, thank you so much from the bottom of my heart for all the love on ‘Rebuilding Family’. i’m so glad you all enjoyed it. i compiled some of the ao3 comments, tumblr comments, reblog tags from the series that i thought i would share. your kind words mean more than you could ever know. also, please don’t think just because you aren’t on here doesn’t mean i don’t appreciate you, i wish i could give every single one of you a hug.
much love,
dory <3
tagging some of the people featured in the collage below the cut (i swear you’re in there even if you’re buried lol)
p.s. i may be missing a few tags but chances are if you commented, you’re on there!
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mulletcal · 4 years ago
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#6 from the fluff prompt master list with Ash
fluff prompt list “I love you, but please, shut up.”
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Moving into a new house with Ashton was a fun adventure; he had made the suggestion one night after you had decided to stay over.  He wanted to move in together, but he wanted a fresh start - once you were sure that he was sure, you began house hunting.
It took a while before the two of you were really sold on any house, Ashton saying how he wanted quite a few rooms so that he could not only enjoy music, but to hopefully expand for the future, to which he gave you a suggestive wiggle of the eyebrows that made your heart race.
Moving day was the most stressful part, having to move both your apartment and his house into the new place.  Some blood, a lot of sweat, and some tears were all definitely shed in the move, but once you placed your final box on the floor, you collapsed on the cold tile of the kitchen floor.
“I was thinking about testing out our new shower once we make the bed,” Ashton said with a suggestive grin, leaning down to kiss your sweaty forehead.
“We haven’t even unpacked any towels... I don’t even know what box they’re in,” You said with a huff, swatting him away while you tried to get the coolness of the floor to absorb into your skin.
“Oh come on baby, where’s that wild side?” Ashton moved to stand between your bent knees, leaning over you so you had no choice but to meet his eyes.
“I love you, but please, shut up.” You begged, covering your face with your hands.  “If you can find the towels in the next ten minutes, we can have a shower.  But if not, you’re shit outta luck bud.”
You didn’t even need to open your eyes to know that Ashton had darted off as quickly as possible, trying to find one box with at least one of your bath towels.  A few minutes later you heard an excited yell, Ashton running back into your relatively kitchen.
“Get that cute ass up, we got a bed to make.”
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naturally-irresistible · 3 years ago
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calumneedstocalmdown · 7 years ago
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rackartyg · 10 months ago
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an hour left until exam i really need to pass. fucking pray for me
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katasstrophey · 6 years ago
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The Chosen
*MASTERLIST *PRELUDE* *PART 1* *PART 2* PART 4*
Part 3 of Closer to Heaven (Star Bound): Nothing Good Can Come from This (Nothing)
Pairing: M’Baku x OC
Length: 1.4k + words
Warning: none.
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Previously on CTH:
“In the midst of lies resides a truth caught in darkness. There even the light dares not venture.”
She spoke those words so quietly that Mosí barely caught them.
To M’Baku, they echoed in his mind, as though they had been whispered into his own ears. Eyes trained on her lips for quite some time, the Jabari chief could not find the strength to tear his eyes away from the blood drying on the corner of her mouth.
She was taunting him.
She was beckoning him.
He remained in the shadows.
I N A N I S 
The woman gasped inaudibly as she felt her grip on him falter ever so slowly.
The moment passed and yet the three remained incredibly still, the corners of the woman’s lips raising ever so slightly being the only movement perceived.
“I am on a journey.”
“What is your destination?” Mosí asked as quickly as the woman had benevolently disclosed information. If the woman was in a sharing mood, the war chief would surely exploit it.
“Wakanda, the Golden City.”
True.
“What is the goal of this journey?”
“I have crucial information that needs to reach the King of Wakanda.”
False.
The woman had learned long ago that there was no such thing as objective truth or objective lie.  Neither was there such a thing as black and white, simply nuances of grey.
True.
“And what of this information?”
“Now if I were to tell you, what would be the purpose of my arduous adventure?”
The woman saw annoyance flash through the war chief’s eyes and so it was with a small sense of satisfaction that she let her eyes wander once more.
“It would be best for the sake of your wellbeing that you impart all knowledge concerning any threat to the kingdom of Wakanda. I assure you that such information will be guarded and if need be, relayed to the King.”
And send you back to where you came from with little to no supplies, disgraced and worst of all, empty handed.
The woman snorted, while his words were carefully weighted, the man before her was a transparent as the window she knew was above her: marred, dusty, but clear nonetheless.
A feeling of desperation seized her. Time, it was of the essence, yet the woman knew she was in no condition to travel, her side was throbbing and her head probably concussed, she could no longer afford to play games, no matter how entertaining they might be.
Straightening her back as much as her wounds enabled her to and lifting her head up proudly, as her grandmother had once taught her, the woman let it be known that she was not one to be duped.
“My name is Amalah Ibute and I demand to speak to your leader.”
Mosí’s eyes narrowed as Amalah kept her head held high under his gaze. She was in no position to make demands and yet here she was doing just that. The warrior in Mosí applauded such bravery all the while frowning upon such stupidity.
This woman had entered Jabari land and whether she knew it or not, she would not leave unscathed.
“Rest assured that you are not in the presence of a mere warrior,” started Mosí only to be cut off abruptly by Amalah herself.
“Will you remain hidden in the shadows?” she called out, it was clear she was not addressing the man she had just interrupted. 
“The Great Gorilla, M’Baku, forgotten and brooding in a corner! With the larger-than-life persona you are given in the tales whispered amongst all tribes, coward is not the first word I would use to describe you, and yet here we are,” Amalah sneered.
A feeling of dread washed over Mosí as his childhood friend and now tribe leader made his way out from where he had casually been observing the woman. M’Baku had grown a great deal along the years, however, his friend knew that when taunted just right, the Jabari chief could be found merciless.
It was therefore with great surprise that Mosí only found a small frown gracing M’Baku’s now moonlit face.
“Leave us.”
Those two words were roughly thrown and so it took the war chief a second to realize that they had been directed to him.
The only thing saving Mosí from drowning in the feeling of embarrassment that threatened to wash over him at this abrupt dismissal was the small crack in Amalah’s armor, the look a fear that quickly appeared on her face only to disappear as he turned his back to her and made his way out of the cell.
He would wait patiently to be briefed by M’Baku later. Mosí could not afford to be troubled by this woman any longer for there was a tribe to help run as well as a warrior to thoroughly punish.
I N A N I S
“Amalah Ibute”
M’Baku played with the feeling of her name on his tongue, like wine needing to be savored and tasted with the most peculiar attention.
It was a pleasant taste indeed.
“They are coming.”
Those three words stripped any feeling of amusement from M’Baku whose eyes narrowed at Amalah’s ominous words.
“Who is coming?”
“They came. For my home, for my boy and for all I’ve built. It’s only a matter of time before they come for you, your home and the tribe you’ve built.”
That was all, Amalah said to herself. She had already said too much but she hoped that the man before her would not take her words lightly, enough so that he would grant her safe voyage to her destination.
M’Baku grunted. He disliked how each word she uttered echoed in his ear by the cold that had begun to wrap itself tighter and tighter around him. He disliked the way it seemed to run from her, leaving his body constricted. He disliked how she spoke with her eyes piercing into his, unabashedly and without fear.
Maybe not without fear, no. Maybe it was the look of a woman who did not have anything to lose, a woman from which everything had already been taken.  
“I need more,” he replied after giving Amalah a second to clarify her cryptic statement.
“There is no more for me to give, lest you dispose of me and I fail the one who awaits my arrival”
Trust me.
That is what she was truly telling him.
M’Baku almost scoffed until he was stopped by the sound of the strident wind slapping against that small window of the cell, its hold on him got tighter until his breath hitched.
Damn them. Damn her. Damn the cold and the wind. Damn the voices screeching and whispering in his ear, telling him to pull and telling him to push, telling him she would be the one to tear down all he had built all the while saving him from his own ruin.
“It’s the voice that whispers that guides. The others only serve as a distraction.”
His sharp gaze fell from the window down to the woman as her words brought him confusion and shock.
This time, her eyes were set on the ground, not even sparing M’Baku a glance.
“It is not the first time I am in the midst of one that they have chosen,” Amalah trailed off, “No it is not.
M’Baku took it back.
Damn her only. Damn her.
Mosí was going to have his throat.
I N A N I S
Amalah is ordered to wait for further instruction as a guard guides her back to what will now become her ‘room’.
She revels in the room’s warmth and yet, at the same time finds that same warmth suffocating. Laying down for some well-deserved rest, the woman cannot help but long for a breeze, one that had tickled the nape of her neck as M’Baku led her outside that wretched cell. 
Maybe. Amalah maybe finds herself missing his breeze. Maybe it wasn’t even his to begin with, but a memory of her boy and the beach and the wind or the cold and the wind and the snow that had clawed at her exposed skin during her journey to the Jabari lands.
Maybe.
I N A N I S
What the Jabari warriors lacked in tact they compensated for in valor and strength. What they lacked however, they lacked nonetheless.
Word had therefore spread like wildfire into the very depths of the tribe and into the very depths of the haram: news of a mgeni alongside news of possible danger.
The rumors had started swirling amongst the chosen seven women, the ones who were to closest to the Great Gorilla.
Each rumor grew more and more outrageous until all were filled with an anger that boiled and burned everything in its path.
Talk of a stranger infiltrating their midst, their kingdom, and their tribe?
Scary, yet acceptable.
A woman sneaking her way into their man’s bed?
Unprecedented and simply abhorring.
Where naïve and superficial fear had, at first, been in the hearts of the group of vivacious young women, tongues of vipers had risen when news of a succubus came to light.
A power-hungry seductress is what one had heard while another was told tales of a cunning whore who had corrupted and skewed the tribe leader’s mind enough to gain a room, medical attention, and most importantly M’Baku’s favor.
War was brewing on all sides.
The question was, who would strike first?
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A/N: I apologize for the delay y’all. To be quite honest, fear has been holding me back. Fear, anxiety, doubt, insecurity, but damn will I be if I stop writing, mark my words.
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sailcrazybear · 3 years ago
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dpqb-web · 3 years ago
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Cartoons
A: Light Fantasy, Comedy, Slice of Life
R: Complicated Slice of Life, Complicated Fantasy, Action Adventure, Adult Jokes
D: Surreal, Advanced Fiction, Curse Word, Seizure
cth:
Light Fantasy: PAW Patrol, Dora the Explorer, ChalkZone
Comedy: SpongeBob
Slice of Life: Loud House
Complex Slice of Life: We Bare Bears, Summer Camp Island
Complex Fantasy: Regular Show, Adventure Time
Action Adventure: Regular Show, Adventure Time
Surreal: Jack Stauber
Advanced Fiction: Rick and Morty
How to make perfect shows:
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wastelandcth · 4 years ago
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into the doveyverse - a masterlist
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a culmination of fuckery, as calum would say, of his crazy family and the adventures they get up to. 
but first, let me introduce them to you. 
the doves : consisting of Calum and his wife, who we lovingly call Dovey. They’re the definition of love and although their children are more chaotic than them, we get to see their love language of teasing and soft moments. 
charlie thomas hood (cth) : the best child on earth, you can’t fight me on this. he wears harry potter glasses and loves turtles more than life itself. he will talk about animals to anyone who’s willing to listen and has the pleasure of being in his presence. 
eloise koa hood : the youngest hood child and that means that she will bully her way into getting what she wants. she loves accents and will not hesitate when it comes to forcing her family into watching another lewis capaldi video. known as smelly elly by her brother. 
for the doves - a playlist
currently under hiatus
the doves and their kids: 
the hood family expands || turtles and toddlers || conversations and costco || costco kisses || costco baby
frozen grapes (dad!cal)
costumes and candy
pumpkin carving
halloween on tour
fall festival
advent calendars
charlie’s cold (a mini blurb)
days in the park
sesame street
clingy mukbangs
father’s day
the doves only:
lovebug
under the stars
first halloween
haunted house
pumpkin spice kisses
spooky baskets
decorating
we fell in love in october
with the bears
we are one together, one apart
best years
ghost of you
valentine’s day
baby fever
bubble buddies 
i’ll always come back to you
charlie hood adventures - all the adventures charlie and his family get up to. let’s just hope Calum learns how stop crying over everything his son does. 
autumn with calum -  short moments in time where calum (and dovey) enjoy the chilly weather that seems to roll around when summer time has come and gone. includes moments like meeting dovey, falling in love on a rooftop, and halloween.
12 days of dovemas - all the holiday adventures calum, dovey, and their kids get up to. ranging from before the doves had kids to parent!doves.
☕️ time:
charlie theo hood
charlie and his uncles
charlie x hannah montana
dovey the fangirl
eloise
dovey x 5sos
the doves
small moments:
birthday road trip
2am cravings
that’s not her name
the rainbow connection
other dad!calum things i’ve written:
broken glass (dad!cal)
father’s day (dad!cal)
baby hood (soon-to-be dad!cal)
main masterlist || request 
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calpops · 4 years ago
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the mountains | c.h.
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Scenic views of the mountains inspire an art filled morning in the tiny home.
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tiny home masterlist | feedback and reblogs mean the world
Copyright © 2021 calpops. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format (translations included).
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“Don’t move.”
Calum heeds the instruction and stays still. His cheek is pressed to his forearm, with comfortable cushions beneath him as a slight breeze and fingertips dance across his bare back. Her touch leaves him and he wonders where she’s gone. What she’s doing and why he must stay still. He feels the sun on his skin pouring in through the open window. His eyes are closed but visions of the mountains ahead infiltrate his thoughts. The loft is warm, a quiet summer morning affording them an escape from worries outside their small world; nothing but bliss between them.
Calum hears her moving around the loft, crawling in the minimal space and shuffling through unrecognizable items. She comes back to him in only a moment, her fingertips gracing the curves of his back once more, dancing on his shoulder blades and down his spine. He feels goosebumps raise on his skin at the soft contact. He smiles and keeps his eyes closed.
Her fingertips abandon him, the warmth that emanated from her touch turning cold. Calum turns his head in interest but one hand with gentle motion turns him away.
“Just trust me,” she whispers fondly and when the next swipe of cold hits his skin he understands. The soft bristles of her paintbrush tickle at him as paint creates art on his body. “Try to be still,” she further instructs. Calum hears her blow out a breath and can only imagine she’s attempting to get hair from her face without using her hands.
“You know, you have stacks of canvases taking up space in storage,” Calum teases and hears her small noise of protest at the lighthearted chiding. “If you’re just going to use me we could really use the space.”
Another lick of the brush hits just below his shoulder blades and makes him want to move; an attack on a soft spot she knows makes him squirm. He stays still though, determined not to mess up her art; even if he may never be able to see it.
“We’ll call this…” she says and muses for the right word for a moment. “A rough draft.”
Another swipe of paint hits his skin in a zig zag and Calum can only guess what she might be up to. A mountain range she stares out at from the loft window. A harsh wave she once saw on a horizon. Something so abstract he won’t be able to guess what it is, won’t be able to discern even when she divulges the details to him, or something else entirely.
“A rough draft, eh?” Calum asks and though he’s tempted to turn over and catch her eye, to see how content she is with a paintbrush in her hand, paint on her skin and sunlight gleaming against her hair he again resists the urge and follows her instructions. “Your art is always perfect.”
A little noise leaves her at the compliment and after years of witnessing her blushes and fluttered mannerisms Calum still manages to find himself missing the sight. He wishes he could turn away and imprint the sight of her humbleness into his mind, at least, another sight of it. He only has hundreds of those moments locked away, store in his mind and his heart.
“It won’t be if you keep wiggling,” she points out and through Calum’s every effort to stay still he realizes he’s acted on instinct to the feel of her on his skin. She uses her fingers along his spine, he doesn’t know why, but he appreciates the feel and the presence of her instead of the brushes. “Not much longer love,” she promises and Calum quells the urge to react to her once more.
Quiet settles around them as she continues to paint, only the soft hum of Duke’s snores and the occasional chirp of birds sounding around their small home. Calum is left to wonder; once more envisioning what might claim his back. He buries his face into his arms and hears her small sigh as he does so. He lays still, wishing her fingers weren’t coated in paint so they might trail up to his curls and offer him a different kind of affection.
She leaves him again but she’s not told him he can move and in fear of messing up her work he stays where he is. He hears her come back and only when a flash catches the corner of his vision does he turn. A Polaroid camera is in her hands and he knows she’s smiling behind it as she captures her work. The photo comes out in a moment and she grabs for it as Calum sits himself upright, curious to see the outcome and if his best efforts to stay still were worthwhile. Her fingers pinch the corner and she shields it from his view with a teasing smile.
“Oh did you want to see?” she asks and scrunches up her nose as Calum maneuvers himself closer to her. He nods and she lets out a mischievous giggle. “Maybe I should make you wait to see it until it’s on canvas,” she banters from his earlier teasing. “I am using up so much storage space, after all.”
Calum’s nod turns to a playful shake of his head. “I’ll do anything to see it now.”
She considers it with a lighthearted shrug and purses his lips for a moment. “A kiss for a sneak peek?” she bargains, knowing it’s a deal Calum could never resist; he wins both ends of the deal.
He smiles as he closes the distance and grants her wish and then some; a soft kiss to her lips tastes of cinnamon and a small peppering of kisses to her cheeks brings honey to his senses.
“Alright, alright,” she says through laughter and brings the photo around so Calum can see.
The mountains stare back at him, morning blues blending the sky and the tops of the peaks into one. It makes the world calm, serene and soft. He smiles.
“I told you,” he begins and gives her another kiss. “It’s perfect.” Her head shakes just a bit, hair falling in her face as she gets flustered. “Where to next?” he asks, wondering where their adventures would bring them and what painting and poetry might come of it.
“I don’t want to leave yet,” she admits and when Calum arches an eyebrow—her tendency to flutter from place to place seemingly idle—she shrugs. “I’ve heard there’s a secret trail we ought to find. I think it’d look beautiful on your back.”
Calum chuckles at her reasoning but nods. He’ll follow her down a secret trail, up a mountain, into the woods, to the bottom of the sea or the ends of the earth. He knows wherever they go something beautiful will come of it.
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centinel2001 · 4 years ago
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Let’s Roll America – On The Road With John Spiropoulos…
Let’s Roll America – On The Road With John Spiropoulos…
Posted originally on The Conservative Tree House on May 20, 2020 by sundance
Many CTH readers are probably aware of John Spiropoulos as he created some brilliant investigative reports and videos to highlight the FISA scandal, the Clinton email scandal and Spying on Team Trump.  John is planning another adventure to showcase how ordinary middle-class America is responding to the challenges of…
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