#calumblurb

[vipclifford]

Can you write a lazy day with Calum and Duke fluff? Just like you two talking about anything and everything

“okay, so, serious question,” you started, fingers fiddling with the material at the bottom of his shirt. he hummed in response, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your lips. the two of you were laying on the sofa; his head against the armrest with a couple of cushions to support his back and your legs straddling his, sat up to have this conversation face to face. “pouring ketchup all over your chips, sin or not?” your boyfriend couldn’t help but chuckle at your words.

“how is this a serious question?” he asked, hands trailing down your bare arms to meet yours and lace your fingers together.

“it is very serious. imagine we’re out one day and we order some chips. i ask you to grab some ketchup while i go to the toilet or something, and when i get back i see that you’ve drenched every single chip in ketchup, cutting off my food supply so then i starve to death. if i’m going to be in a relationship with you i need to know that starvation isn’t gonna take me out.”

calum rolled his eyes at you fondly, looking at you with a feeling you couldn’t quite decipher.

“i know of a few psychologists who would love to get a look at that mind of yours,” he laughed, bringing your intertwined hands to his lips to pepper kisses over your knuckles. “they’d sure as hell have a field day with you.”

“calum i’m being serious,” you jokingly whined, pulling your hands away just to have him pull them back, an unspoken game of ‘who can pull the hardest’ starting up between the two of you. “if i die because of your chip-eating habits you could be imprisoned for manslaughter.”

“have you been diagnosed?”

“calum!”

before you were given the chance to complain further calum let go of your hands to grab your cheeks, pulling you close to kiss you. you melted into the kiss like his fingers melt into the piano. your hands moved over his toned biceps as his dug into your hair, time passing by unknowingly. duke ran into the living room and jumped onto the couch, desperate to fit into the nonexistent gap between your bodies. you pulled away from each other reluctantly, calum’s lips still chasing yours for a few final pecks before letting the small dog curl up on his chest. 

“who is the biggest cockblock in town?” calum sang to the tune of spongebob, glancing up to find you already looking at him with a cheesy smile. “what?” you shook your head to dismiss his question, hand moving to stroke duke’s head.

“you still haven’t answered my question.”

“sin, baby. anything that could take you away from me must be a sin.”

[dankspaceater]

I feel like calum would be super moody just in general like not an asshole just moody and wouldn't be as affectionate as you would like so he was either wanting his alone time or he was a cuddle bug so if you ever got fed up of his attitude you would completely stop what you were doing huff the loudest you could and lay your entire body across his lap he'd giggle and pull you into his chest whispering "you're my best doll"

[thesmuttty]

Your absence - A.I

One day I stopped thinking about how your lips felt on mine. And one day I stopped thinking about how your fingers used to trace my hips. And one day I stopped thinking about how your eyes crinkled when you laughed. I stopped thinking of how you smelled after a show, or how you engulfed me in a sweaty hug that left me equally as rancid as you. I stopped thinking of how you always laughed at my stupid jokes, or how we would stay up to watch the sunset in its full glory.

I guess one day I stopped thinking of you, but it wasn’t as easy as I say it is. It took weeks for me to realize you weren’t calling my name in the empty halls of my apartment. It took weeks for me to stop writing about you on every paper I put pencil to. It took weeks for me to stop seeing you, everywhere, in everything. It took weeks for me to not want to call you when I got drunk, or sober. It took weeks for all the sad songs to just be about random boys and not you.

It took months for me to not smile at a joke I remember you telling me on one of our late night adventures. It took months of mental preparation, to finally delete your number. It took months to stop thinking that, instead of a one night stand, it was you waking up next to me. It took months for my friends to not give me pity glances or ‘how are you holding up, hun?’s every time I saw them. It took months for me to finally clean my apartment, because I was scared if I did, your smell would no longer linger.

It took a year for the sting of the name Ashton to finally fade.

But,

One day I realized that playing the piano alone is actually really peaceful. One day I realized that drinking coffee alone isn’t as sad as it seems. And that going on adventures by yourself makes the sights and occurrences more personal. And there are always more people to meet and make memories with.

It took weeks for me to find that eating alone is a perfect time to think over your upcoming projects.  

It took months for me to understand that being alone, isn’t as bad as I once thought it was.

See, your absence taught me how to live without you,  

time away taught me to find peace in being alone.

[lifein-pieces]

Blurb

-Luke Hemmings-

When you’re really sad and have no one to go to Luke would be the type of friend that you don’t have to text everyday and meet even in months, but he’d still be there with a helping hand and some coffee. He would take you into his room and tuck you into is bed and his scent would fill up your nostrils, giving you a sense of calmness. He would then get you out of your horrifically tight pants and give you a pair of his sweatpants instead. He would get into bed next to you and hold you so tight and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. “Don’t cry, baby girl, it’s not worth your tears.” he would chant, over and over again. You would sob into his chest and he would rub your back. Even when you stop crying, he would refuse to let you go and you would jut curl up in his giant frame and fall into a deep sleep.

[vipclifford]

Can you do a playful jealous cal? I love your writing!!

thank you so much!! hope this is okay i struggled on the “playful” bit lol :(

calum didn’t know what had gotten into him. maybe it was the way you laughed at his jokes, head tilted back with crescent shaped eyes. or the way you grinned when talking to him about a mutual interest you didn’t share with calum. perhaps it was the way he didn’t seem to want to talk to anyone else in that room. whatever it was, it tugged at calum’s chest in a way he hated. he couldn’t help but interrupt your conversations every few minutes with a “hey baby, you want a drink?” or a “dance with me, beautiful,” his words always turned down with a “no thanks, i already got one” or a “maybe later.” he couldn’t help but be heavy on his use of pet names, a facet of his possessiveness he hadn’t encountered before.

“look at this meme,” he opened with this time, hoping to grab your attention for a few seconds. you held his wrist carefully to keep the screen in place, a proud smile stretching his lips upon hearing your laughter at the post. “wait, there’s a couple more,” calum added when he noticed you making a move to pull back into your previous conversation. his phone-clutched arm wrapped over your shoulders as a way to keep you close.

“i’m gonna go find my friend, nice meeting you two,” said the other guy who once stood there awkwardly, picking up on the message calum didn’t realise he was sending.

“i can’t believe you’re jealous,” you chuckled once he was gone, head tilting to the side to face your boyfriend. calum simply furrowed his brows in confusion, ignoring the heat rising up to his ears.

“i’m not jealous,” he denied, leading you both towards the terrace to look over the city. you shot him a knowing look which he mocked in return. “i’m not!” calum insisted.

“‘come dance with me!’ ‘come look at this meme!’ ‘let’s go get drinks!’” you mocked his needy attempts to pull you away from your new acquaintance, to grab your attention and keep it. calum’s cheeks were burning at this point and all he could do was deny your comment with a light shove to your shoulder.

“am i not allowed to want to spend time with my lover?” calum refuted, emphasising the word just to hear your laughter. it was one of the few things that always brought a smile to his lips.

“you’re allowed to be jealous too,” you pointed out, arms wrapping around his torso to give him a side hug. his own arm moved up to encircle your waist while the other leaned upon the metal railing.

“and yet you make fun of me for something i’m allowed to do.”

“so you admit it, you’re jealous!” he rolled his eyes lovingly before pressing his lips to yours to shut you up, a gentle hand cradling your cheek.

“maybe a little.”

[vipclifford]

“what did you do today?” calum asked through the screen of your laptop, a soft smile on his lips.

“not much,” you shrugged, checking the time on your phone. “im baking some cookies, they’re still in the oven,” you told your boyfriend, mirroring his smile.

“i refuse to believe that you baked,” he chuckled, calum’s laughter sounding through your headphones. you stared at his giggling image with an unamused expression. “baby, come on, of all things you’re known for, baking isn’t one of them. and i wonder why that might be”

“piss off, i’m trying a new hobby,” you huffed, lips unconsciously tilting upwards when he blew you a playful kiss through the screen. “i might come out of this lockdown with mary berry begging me to be on the next season of bake off.”

“sure you will,” he teased, leaning his cheek on the palm of his hand. you looked at his pixelated image for a few seconds, neither of you saying anything. “i miss you.”

“shut up”

“it’s true! i fucking miss you,” he said seriously, leaning closer to his laptop. “i haven’t seen you in two months. that’s two whole months without holding you, without kissing you, without feeling your touch. that’s also two whole months without being verbally abused by you,” he joked, knowing you couldn’t take calum being intense or romantic for more than a few seconds before becoming unbelievably flustered.

“shut the fuck up,” was all you could being yourself to murmur, covering your hot cheeks with the hands you now leaned your face against. “i miss you too.”

you remember the last time you saw calum, laying on a blanket at the park while Duke ran around with his new canine friends. it was a few days before quarantine was put into place, the impending lockdown being at the forefront of everyone’s mind as they tried to soak up their last days of freedom. the pair of you laid there facing the blue sky. calum had asked whether you wanted to spend the indefinite lockdown by his side but you declined, telling him that you thought that it would be best to stay with those you considered family instead. but now, as you watched your boyfriend through the screen, all you wanted to do was go back to that sunny day at the park and say yes.

“i can’t stop thinking about you,” he confessed, fiddling with the string of his teabag. “every stupid little thing reminds me of you and i just want to see you,” he said with a sad smile, “i want to be with you.”

“i know, babe,” you agreed sadly, wanting nothing more than to pull him into your comforting arms. “get ready for me to be stuck to your side the second quarantine is lifted.”

“i was expecting nothing less,” he chuckled, taking a sip of his tea. “by the way, i’ve been thinking,” he started, taking a nervous pause to compose his next sentence. “what if we move in together after this shit blows over? i have been thinking about it for a while, but social distancing has just ascertained to me that we should do it, if you want. i love you so much and being away from you like this has just made me crave being with you all the time, from dawn to dusk to dawn again because i don’t think i’m going to be able to stay away from you the second we can see each other again. i don’t ever want to miss you the way i’m missing you right now.”

your heart was thumping against your chest as it filled with love and yearning and longing at his lovesick speech, elated that he was feeling the same way you felt.

“okay,” you nodded with a shy yet joyful grin, calum’s expression becoming cheerful. you laughed as an ecstatic calum pressed an excited kiss to the camera. “i’ll move in with you.”

[vipclifford]

imagine being in the same friendship group as calum where all of you are really close,,, but then one hazy night wherever the fuck, both of you slightly tipsy and away from the rest of the group, calum decided to kiss you. it was quick and soft, both your eyes widening and cheeks reddening in shock at his sudden move, until you found yourself pulling cal back in to kiss him beneath the moonlight. this wasn’t the last time it would happen, often finding yourselves stealing kisses behind closed doors. it was your little secret, and you loved it. these kisses became dates, these dates turning into a casual “be mine,” dropped in the middle of walking duke in the park. you looked over at the man incredulously, who only had a kind smile on his face. “i’m serious,” he insisted, “i’m done fooling around. we both like each other, we’re clearly great together, why not make things official?” you shook your head, looking down at your intertwined hands. “because if we break up, it would mess up the whole group. i don’t want to lose everyone else along with you,” you admitted bashfully. cal stopped in his tracks, tugging lightly on your hand to make you face him. “baby, we’ve been friends for years. you know we can’t throw away a friendship like all of ours’ over night. ross and rachel broke up like five times and the show still managed to run for ten seasons,” he added with a chuckle, grinning at the small smile that appeared on your lips. “what i’m trying to say is, give us a chance. the fact that we were friends first just means it took us a little bit longer to realise what was right in front of us. don’t let that stop us from being happy.” you placed a hand on his cheek, stroking it with your thumb as you looked at the man in front of you. “okay.” “is that as yes?” he grinned, face already lighting up as he wrapped his arms around you. “yes,” you told him, a shy smile stretching your lips after he kissed you, “fuck you and your way with words.” “i just speak the truth, baby.” he smiled cheekily, before pressing a quick kiss to your cheek and carrying on with your walk.

[vipclifford]

the lingering gazes and shy smiles had been going on for weeks. months even. you’d nervously utter a “hello” back whenever calum greeted you in the hallways, returned his happy nods when you crossed him on the packed stairs, and ignored the evident blush that sat upon your cheeks whenever you sat beside him in study. michael sometimes sat between the two of you because he loved to watch you silently suffer, a devilish grin on his lips as he watched you hide your annoyance. all you really wanted was to spend time with calum. you saw him mainly in groups, cheesy smiles on your faces as you’d pull away occasionally from the conversation to flirt a little bit. but the second you two were left alone every single topic of conversation completely left your mind. you were too nervous to talk to him. “i don’t even like him anymore,” you’d tell your friends every other week because you so desperately wanted to get over the boy with a smile that warmed your insides like sunshine. the boy who you’d jokingly argue with just to talk to him, just to have his attention. the boy who teased you when you were wrong until your cheeks hurt from grinning. “hey, y/n,” calum said one day, catching up to you as you walked to your next lesson. you returned his greeting with a smile, slowing down so he could match your pace. “i heard through the great vine that mcdonald’s is closing tomorrow because of corona,” he told you, a nervous hand running through his brown locks. “i know, everything’s shutting down tomorrow,” you replied with a nod, holding the door open for him so he could walk through. calum was now stood in front of you, walking backwards so he didn’t stop the flow of people rushing to lesson. “do you want to do the socially irresponsible thing and go?” his expression was nothing but nervous as he waited for your response, a small smile on his lips. your hands felt clammy and your cheeks felt hot and your tummy felt fuzzy and your chest felt warm and all you could do was nod your head yes, trying to act as calm and nonchalant as possible, though your bright grin gave you away. “yeah, okay.” “cool, i’ll text you later,” calum said happily as you reached the door to your next lesson, waving a goodbye before turning around to walk away. you watched him for a few seconds, fingers tingling with excitement for your somewhat rebellious date.