#calsshrink

[gracekathrynr]

I couldn’t pick just one, honestly

[weavingshaw]

ok i have FINALLY written the second part of this calum blurb!! it was highly requested, so i hope u guys like it! feedback is always welcome, pls n thank :)

Calum was angry.

He could feel it in the way his muscles were constantly tense, in the way he felt the inexplicable urge to lash out at anything that moved. He could feel it when he tasted a sharp, metallic zest in his mouth, only to realize that he’d bitten his own tongue so hard he’d drawn blood. He could feel it when he fought to keep his frustration at bay, fought to battle down the sick, gross feeling crawling up his torso, trying to liberate itself.

Fuck, Calum was angry.

And it wasn’t just because of the fact that his cheek was stained a bright pink from where your palm had made contact with his skin. It wasn’t because you’d fucking slapped him last night with absolutely no explanation. It wasn’t even because his girlfriend had dumped him when he’d arrived back home, claiming that she couldn’t be in a relationship with someone who clearly had feelings for someone else. 

And the worst part was that he couldn’t deny her statement; his protests would only be lies. 

Calum was angry at you, and he was angry at himself.

He wrestled with these thoughts as he watched you squirm uncomfortably on his front porch, looking ashamed and guilty. He couldn’t even pay attention to your stuttered apologies, too wrapped up in himself to care.

“And I’m just so fucking so--,” you were in the midst of apologizing yet again when he suddenly cut you off.

“Why’d you do it?”

They were the first words he’d uttered since he’d opened the door. You looked up at him, gaping slightly at the fact that he’d spoken. He watched you, cocking an eyebrow expectantly. You cleared your throat, “I--I don’t know. I’m sorry, I can’t imagine how much it hurt--”

He cut you off again.

“Not the slap. Why did you get completely fucking plastered, Y/N?”

“I--,” your voice dropped an octave, and you stared down at your feet. Calum sighed, stepping aside and motioning his head to the right. You took the invitation and tentatively stepped forward, removing your shoes as you entered his house.

“I’m waiting,” Calum prodded. 

You closed your eyes and nodded. Behind you, Calum shut the door softly, turning to face you and crossing his arms. You twisted around slowly, not wanting to meet his eyes. Instead, you stared at his tattooed biceps, swallowing heavily and tearing your gaze away from his defined muscles before he could catch you. 

“I’ve always been supportive of your relationships, right?” you asked him, your eyes darting up to his before you quickly looked away. Calum nodded stiffly, confused as to why you appeared to be changing the subject.

“And...” you continued, searching for the right words, “I just--I needed to forget. Just for a night, I guess.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Calum questioned lowly, his gaze burning intensely into your skull. A small shiver tingled down your spine, making you inhale sharply. 

“I’m so fucking in love with you, Calum Hood,” you blurted, clenching your fists; your head suddenly snapped up, meeting his eyes in a fierce battle of glares. It felt good to tell him, to release the words and let them hang in the air. It was a weight that had been lifted off of your shoulders, and it was almost rewarding.

“And I hate seeing you with her, I hate how you’re so into her. I want you to be into me.”

Calum couldn’t even think. The only thing he could process was the fact that you’d just admitted that you had feelings for him--more than feelings. You were in love with him.

“You slapped me,” he said dumbly, his hand instinctively lifting to his cheek; he internally winced as he touched the tender skin. He reminisced the crack that had echoed in his ears last night as your hand flew across his face. 

“I don’t know why,” you explained, seeming to grow desperate, “I’m just--I’m so sorry Calum. I don’t know what came over me; I was an idiot.”

“Yeah,” Calum breathed, “You were.”

You looked down at the ground sadly, exhaling shakily and trying to control the flood of emotions that had been unleashed. You didn’t expect him to forgive you; you had slapped him, and that wasn’t okay. But it seemed as though you’d never be able to convey how sorry you truly were.

“I’m glad you’re with her,” you said instead, sighing. The words were only half-true, but your feelings had been pushed to the side momentarily, “Really, I am.”

Calum stepped towards you, and your gaze shot up to his for a second before you looked away. You held your breath as he took another step forward, so close to you that your chests were only centimeters apart. Your heart began hammering wildly in your chest.

“Was,” he whispered. You looked up at him, confused. “What?” you asked softly.

“Was,” he merely repeated, “I was with her.” 

Your brow furrowed as you processed his words. Then your lips parted ever so slightly, and all Calum wanted to do was lean down and feel the softness of your mouth against his. It was such a primal urge, something that washed over him so quickly, he barely had the time to control the desire.

“She’s--you’re not...?” you trailed off, your unsaid words already asking the question. 

Calum shook his head, unable to fight off the small smile that had stretched out onto his pink lips. Seeing his smile triggered a flush of warmth to spread from your fingers to your toes, and subconsciously you mirrored his content expression. 

“Oh,” you murmured, and Calum chuckled. Then he turned serious, reaching out and grabbing your right hand, playing with your fingers absentmindedly. You looked down at your clasped hands, unable to believe what you were seeing.

“Go out with me,” Calum whispered. You chewed on your bottom lip, shooting him a bashful grin, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he teased, and your smile widened. You nodded lightly, grinning like a fool. Without reflecting, you leaned up on your toes, turning your head gently and pressing a soft, fleeting kiss to the side of Calum’s face.

And yeah, his cheek was burning again, but this time, it wasn’t from the pain.

[thatcrgirl]

This is Manatí (yes, like the mammal) and his eyes are so pretty I can’t even sometimes. And I know deep down in my heart that his dad is a coyote. Don’t fight me on this

[qpollos]

u probs cant see the lil baby doodles on these pictures but idk theyre still cute af 🤗💖

[puckerupmikey]

Oh my god single dad Calum (the bath one) literally has my heart will you please do a part 2??

A/N: Sorry this took so long. But here everyone! Please enjoy some more single dad! Calum and tiny Taine, fluffy goodness. The first part did really well so thanks to those who loved it so much! This doesn’t pick up exactly where part 1 left off, but this takes place after. Sorry the ending here is somewhat abrupt, but I left it up to have part 3 if more people want it.

Flashback scene in italics

part 1

“You know, Taine hasn’t stopped talking about it all week.”

“Yeah?” you half mumble, half yawn.  “Well I’m pretty excited too.”

Calum laughs softly, his hand continuing its slow trek upand down your back. He always did like drawing patterns into your skin.Meanwhile, you snuggle in closer to his chest, stroking his cheek the way you’vegrown into the habit doing. His cheeks literally beg for it though. They arealways so smooth beneath your fingers, and they fall off into such abeautifully strong jaw. The combined smell of you and him together lingers onthe sheers, as does the bodily warmth. And Calum’s steady breathing only lullsyou one step closer to sleep.

Only thing is, you don’t want to sleep. You much prefer stayingawake enough to revel in this moment. It’s better to remember each littledetail, to not take it for granted. Calum has come a long way in trusting you.Just three weeks ago, he was scheduling your visits to his apartment far inadvanced. He wanted to make sure there wouldn’t be any premature introductionof you meeting his son. And before that, Calum was even cautious about when tocall you. He didn’t want to risk Taine overhearing a conversation. Worst ofall, Calum feared Taine would get the wrong idea that you were trying to replacehis mom, who Taine falsely believed would come back one day.

The two of them have since moved on. They finally opened upto let you into their lives. Now, Calum lets you stay the night, even with Tainein the apartment. While parts of you both wanted to make love, neither of youfelt right about it—not when an innocent boy lay asleep just across the hall. However,there is plenty of cuddling and petting, and giving goodnight kisses. You twoshare the closest thing to pillow talk that you can get. That’s more than youcan ask for.

“Yesterday, he kept asking me what it will be like, but Ididn’t really tell him” Calum admits. “I want him to be surprised.”

“I still can’t believe he’s never been to a zoo before.”

“Tomorrow will be a big day for him. His first visit to thezoo, and his first date.”

You chuckle and run your hand through Calum’s curls, flashingback to when you made this so-called date.

The idea for you and Taine to spend a day out together sortof presented itself. At that point, you’d already been thinking about ways toget to know him better. Sure he was familiar with you. He recognized you andaccepted you as part of his dad’s life. There were fun times too. The three ofyou had cartoon marathons and outings to the park. But something was stillmissing. You didn’t want to just be another pretty face that passed throughTaine’s life. He had enough of that, way more than a boy of four should have.You needed to show both Calum and Taine that you were planning on staying.

“Babe?” you asked. “IfTaine could go anywhere, where would he want to go?”

“Mm, maybe the zoo?Him and his friends at preschools have been really into animals lately. Why ask?”

“I don’t know. I waswondering if I could maybe take Taine for a day out sometime? Just the two ofus?”

“Are you-are youasking my son out on a date?” Calum joked, dimples coming out to play.

“Well, he is a lotcuter than you,” you teased. “I was just using you to get to him. It’s been a scheme all along.”

“Hey, who do you thinkhe got those cute genes from?”

You shook your head,trying but failing to deny that truth. Calum knew he got you, but you keptpushing further.

“I think it would benice if Taine and I got to spend some time together. And you could finally takea day off with the guys. Michael keeps saying you never hang out with them anymore.”

“You sure? Taine can bea handful, especially when he goes out.”

“I really am” youpromised. “The boy needs to get out more, that’s all.”

Calum grew awfullyquiet. That’s how you knew he was carefully calculating his decision. By thelook in his eyes, you could tell it was 50/50. It wasn’t that Calum didn’ttrust you. He just wasn’t sure he liked the idea of being apart from his babyboy. The two rarely parted, and when they did, it became a big ordeal.

“Please, Cal? Hedeserves this. So do you. Let me do this for you both.”

With his kiss to yourforehead, you knew it was a yes.

The next morning, you and Calum are both awoken by the samecolossal scream. For a four year old, Taine has got quite the impressive lungcapacity, able to hold his high pitched note for several beats. There’s no timeto have a morning stretch or even pry your sleepy eyes open, before tinyfootsteps can be heard waltzing toward the bedroom. And sure enough, Tainecomes traipsing in, jumping about like he’s got ants in his pants. Or underwearrather. He’s made an attempt at getting dressed. His shirt halfway on, one armin properly, the other still stuck. As for his pants, he hasn’t figured out howthose work. They just drag across the floor.

“We go’n to the zoo! We go’n to the zoo! We go’n to thezoo!”

Despite the early hour, Calum can’t help the smile thatslides onto his face. He throws the covers off and gets up to settle his son.

“Can’t go to the zoo without your pants on, mister. It’snot allowed.”

“The monkeys don’t wear pants” Taine giggles.

“Yeah? Are you a monkey?” Calum plays around, lifting hisson and holding him upside down. Much to Taine’s amusement, his dad sways himabout before picking him back up properly. The little goober, still hyped up onanticipation for his dream day, puffs out his monkey cheeks. “Alright my monkey, let’s get youready to go see some monkeys.”

[cruelsummerbummer]

calum + maori girl

[cutescorp]

first off, congrats on almost hitting your next k, and second I have no makeup recs for you because I don't even wear that shit and you wouldn't need them anyways Kelsey because youre stunning??? anyways wyr go ice skating with 2013 dark Michael or roller skating with early 2015 calum?

thank u amanda u are 2 sweet to me :’-) id rather go ice skating w lil mikey bc dark michael is my religion and we could cuddle and drink hot chocolate afterwards aw 

ship: calum 

why: ur such an overall wonderful person ok ur so nice and funny and cute :-)) 

partner in crime: luke 

secretly in love with u: ashton 

like a brother: michael 

song on shuffle: walls // all time low 

no more pls

blacklist ‘gbb ships’ if u dont wanna see these

[cruelsummerbummer]

Happy New Year 🍾 💌