“I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm, and I didn’t want to wake you.” for malum? 🥰
happy bday em <3 this prompt is old my apologies for missing it but i hope it’s fluffy nature will make up for it dfkjslkjd
For the first time in a long time, Calum isn’t woken up by the sound of an alarm. Instead it’s the sun peaking through the the curtains since one of them failed to close them the night before. He squeezes his eyes shut against the light and turns to face away from the window, his face turning into Michael’s neck. He nuzzles his nose there, inhaling Michael’s clean scent, trying to steady his breathing some in an attempt to fall back asleep.
His efforts are unfortunately interrupted when he feels Michael laugh gently against him. “Not ready to face the day yet, rock star?”
“Mikey, we finished the tour less than 24 hours ago. If you even have to ask that, it is too early to be awake yet.” Calum groans but presses a kiss to Michael’s stubbly jaw.
“Would be in full support of keeping you in bed all day but unfortunately we’re expected at the studio in,” Calum feels Michael pull away momentarily, obviously searching for his phone on the nightstand to check the time. “A little less than two hours.”
“Remind me again why we agreed to record with Ash the day after we finish tour? Like does Luke even have any voice at this point?”
“Because we had just gotten off stage from finishing a tour and we were too happy to remember the word ‘no’, unfortunately.” Michael smiles as he wraps his arm back around Calum’s middle, his fingers tracing shapes up and down his spine.
“We’re dumb, this is dumb.” Calum mumbles as he shifts to lay his head on Michael’s chest. “Gonna take so long to get out of this damn bed. We won’t even have time to eat.”
“Well, to be fair,” Michael sighs. “I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm, and I didn’t want to wake you.“
Michael punctuates the words by lifting the arm that Calum’s head had been resting on to play with the short curls at the back of his neck. Calum leans into the action, quietly humming at the soothing feeling. “Guess that’s fair. Though if you were to make me a coffee, I would return the favor with lots of kisses and also driving to the studio?”
When he doesn’t immediately receive a response of an agreement and a kiss to his hair, Calum sits up, looking down at Michael’s face for the first time that morning. He’s obviously been awake for a bit now, sleep gone from his eyes but his cheeks still tinged pink from the warmth of cuddling all night. He smirks up at Calum now. “Why should you driving be incentive you make you coffee? I like driving.”
“Yes, but you take ages to find parking because you refuse to do it on the street so this way if I drive, we have time to drink the coffee and still get in on time and avoid Ashton’s disapproving looks.”
Michael makes a face as though pondering the idea before he shrugs. “Fair point. You want cream in the coffee?”
Calum smiles as he reaches for his phone before falling back against the pillows. “Yes and-”
“And one spoon of sugar. This isn’t my first rodeo.” Michael waves him off as he lifts up from the bed. He reaches down for the first hoodie he can find (in this case, one of Calum’s bigger ones so the sleeves run just a bit long) and tosses it on before heading out of the room. Calum hears Duke’s collar jingle as he follows Michael toward the kitchen.
Calum scrolls through his messages for a couple minutes before getting bored but also still needy for affection. He throws the covers back and doesn’t bother looking for anything to cover his upper half like Michael had. He pads his way down the stairs and into the kitchen.
As his feet hit the tiled floor, Calum starts to realize that he probably should have at least thrown on some socks. He quickly makes his way over to where Michael stands at the counter, wrapping his arms around his middle and pulling him against his bare chest. Suddenly he feels so much warmer.
“You should move in.” Calum mumbles against his shoulder before pressing his lips there.
“You’re only saying that because I got up to make the coffee,” Michael laughs, though he drops his free hand to hold one of Calum’s and his cheeks warm at the request.
“No. I’m saying it because you know exactly how I’ll want to take my coffee depending on the day, you look stupidly adorable in my hoodies, and I’m crazy about you.” Calum says, his arms tightening around Michael’s waist.
“Mmm, we can discuss who gets which sink in the bathroom when we get back from the studio,” Michael smiles as he turns in Calum’s arms, the mug of coffee steaming against their faces between them.
“Cute that you think you can negotiate getting the left sink from me just because you’re holding my first cup of coffee of the day.” Calum rolls his eyes playfully.
Michael briefly brushes his lips against Calum’s before passing the mug over. “We can discuss later.”
“You’re a menace.” Calum teases as Michael steps out of his arms. He takes a sip and hums his appreciation at the scorching hot brew. “Okay actually, you can have whatever you want so long as you make exactly this mug of coffee every day for the rest of my life.”
Michael laughs, his left eye dropping into a wink as he turns to walk back toward the stairs. “That’s the idea, Cal.”
Calum feels his own cheeks burn then, at the thought of spending every morning for the rest of forever with Michael, and follows the blonde back up to their bedroom.
hey meghna so I have a prompt: “I have absolutely no idea what we’re supposed to be doing.” + "on vacation in nature" with cake?
This went a little... off-course? (bad pun) it’s not quite on vacation but it is in nature, and it’s also not at all what you expected I know for a fact but I hope you like it anyway!!
Calum hadn’t meant to start following a random human. It wasn’t his style, not to mention he wasn’t hungry. But wolfish tendencies aside, something about this particular human was captivating. He was wearing bright red and almost skipping down the path, straying terribly often to pluck wildflowers and weave them into the handle of the wicker basket he was carrying. Every now and then he would tuck a flower into his hair, creating a sort of floral halo above his face. Calum kept checking his instincts, making sure he wasn’t going to switch from watching to hunting, but he really was just taken by this one who couldn’t seem to feel the dangers of the woods. It was as if he didn’t care about the stories of wolves and witches who terrorized anyone who dared tread the path alone. And yet here he was. The sunlight seemed to follow him along the trail through the breaks in the trees above, illuminating his path in a way that he didn’t even seem to notice.
Calum stepped on a branch and heard it crack, and he froze. He knew he was hidden by the brush, but he watched the human pause and turn around slowly, looking around to find the source of the sound before apparently deciding it was nothing, and kept going. Calum, careful to watch his step, kept watching from a distance. The human was rather pretty, and not only because of the flowers. Calum tended to stay away from the village at the edge of the woods, but even so, he would have remembered a face like this. Calum slinked out of the trees and onto the path behind the human, who immediately turned around. He didn’t seem fearful, only curious.
“What’s an innocent, young human like you doing out in the woods all alone?” Calum asked.
“Human? Are you not a human?” he asked. Calum smiled, showing his canines. “You’re a werewolf,” he said simply.
“True. But you’re not scared.” The human raised his chin slightly, showing his resolve. “You never answered my question.”
“I’m on my way to my granny’s house with her favorite buns from the bakery.”
“How sweet,” Calum said, tilting his head. How was this human not scared of him? “Care for some company?”
The human furrowed his brow. “Why?”
“Wouldn’t want to see you getting into any trouble out here by yourself.”
“I know the way, I’m fine.” The human turned on his heel and started to leave. Calum took a step closer, and the human turned back around. “Are you going to follow me?”
“I happen to be going the same way,” Calum said, taking another step. The human was a bit taller than him, and now eyeing him with a perfectly healthy amount of skepticism. “I would hate to see you get hurt. Or hexed.”
“I’ve been to my granny’s house plenty of times. I’ll be fine.” The human continued to walk, and didn’t protest when Calum kept walking alongside him.
“What’s your name?”
“Luke.”
“Well, Luke, I’m sure your granny wouldn’t mind if you had a little extra protection.” Calum watched Luke stop to pick yet another flower to add to his basket.
“I don’t believe in any of the stories. There’s nothing unsafe about these woods.”
“You’re talking to a werewolf.”
“You’re not trying to eat me.”
Well, Luke may have a point there. “That’s just me though. Not that you don’t seem perfectly capable of making it through the woods on your own. Fine young human like yourself, not tempting at all to witches or trolls or even just thieves lurking beyond the trees. As a matter of fact, I have absolutely no idea what we’re supposed to be doing. I might as well leave you alone.” With every passing sentence, Luke seemed to tense up just a little bit more. Calum tried not to smile. He would have been fine leaving the human alone, honestly, but he was far too intrigued by this fearless façade that he couldn’t help but push at it.
“You can come with me if you want, I guess,” Luke said finally.
“You’re a beautiful human traveling on your own.” Calum threw a glance around at any other wolves who might be out hunting. “You never know what’s hiding out there in the woods.”
It won't let me send it in one part so wait for the three pics
fuck marry kill between this michael
Oh, this is easy 😜
Kill the first one because I hate the rimless hat, even tho the glasses are hot.
Fuck the second one because I’m a sucker for that era Michael, but also because I’d...
Marry the last one and have sex every waking moment with black turtleneck and leather jacket Michael. Also looks like someone who might rearrange my guts, and I’m all down for that.
"But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss // I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs" for the song lyric (is this me being obvious with my taylor obsession again. oops. 💗)
“But i knew you’d linger like a tattoo kiss (I knew you’d haunt all of my what-ifs)”
oooookay well. soulmate Lashton AU, I think. they’ve grown up together, spent their whole childhoods together, and get their soulmate marks when they’re around 14-15, but for some reason their parents don’t approve, and end up getting separated. so they reconnect about ten years later and remember each other, and click, and there’s the pain knowing they feel so comfortable with each other and could have had that for ten years
Luke’s very sure it’s him. There’s no doubt in his mind. He looks the same as he did back then, almost, just older. His hair’s dyed now, and he’s grown into himself, into his skin. He isn’t curled forward, or keeping himself stiff, eyes daring anyone to tell him he doesn’t belong. He’s stood straight, comfortable. Well, except for the melancholic nostalgia in his eyes, the same realization in his mind as in Luke’s, that’s surely mirrored on Luke.
Before Ashton can finish whatever apology he can manage, Luke is shaking his head and reaching for his wrist almost unconsciously, seeking the comfort that he’d always given him as a kid. He isn’t expecting the sudden zip up his spine, or the comfort that settles over him like a well-worn childhood blanket. And yeah, he’s definitely not letting go again.
send me a song lyric and I’ll write a summary like it’s a fic title
