random #8 & fluff #11 with calum pls thank you sweetie đź’—
I really liked these two! thanks for sending a request.Â
from this prompt list:11: "Are you flirting with me?"  "You finally noticed?"8: "Can you please…? Hmmm, I don't know. Maybe put a shirt on?!"
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You're standing over the stove, trying to arrange a charcuterie board for the get together you and Cal are hosting this afternoon. It's not looking as pretty as the ones on your Instagram and Pinterest feed, so you're frustrated as hell.
"Ugh." A groan leaves your lips as Calum enters the kitchen. Shirtless, hair still wet, and jeans hung low on his waist. Your hair falls from behind your ear and into your face for the one-thousandth time. You always like to prepare food with your hair up, but somehow always forget a hair tie as well.
"What? You didn't fall in love with me just now? I'll walk out and back in again. Maybe it'll work this time." Calum smirks, starting to turn around and leave.
"No, dumbass. I can't get this to look like the ones on the internet. And my stupid hai-" Your words stop when Cal holds up a hair tie in front of your face.
"You always forget a hair tie and are too stubborn to go get one or you do so and complain the entire ten steps to the bathroom. I saved you the last step." He smiles at you as you slowly take the hair tie, your mouth still slightly hung open from not finishing your sentence. It stays open because you can't believe he noticed that this is a reoccurring thing.
"Wow... Thanks, Calum. I didn't think it happened that often." You chuckle and let it roll off your back. He rolls his eyes and turns to the fridge.
"How many people are coming to this shindig?" You look over your shoulder to find him bent over in front of the open fridge. Eyebrows scrunched together, and his forehead lines clearly visible.
"Well, the boys, plus their girlfriends. Then I invited three girl friends and two more guy friends. We've talked about this, Cal."
He straightens up, shuts the fridge, and turns to you. "We're going to need more beer. I'm going to make a run to the store. Do you want anything else for later this week?"
"We don't have time for you to go to the store, you're not even dressed yet! They'll all be here in an hour." You turn to him and wipe your forehead with your arm.
"I got this. I'll put on my shirt before I leave, so I'll be pretty much ready when I get back. We are not looking like bad hosts, Y/N." Calum reaches out and gives a gentle touch to your elbow, then he turns and heads toward his room.
Thirty seconds later, he's coming out with the shirt halfway over his head and shoes that are untied. "How many bottles of wine should I get? Oh nevermind. I'll figure it out. Don't stress over the meat and cheese board. It looks fine, and we're going to eat it anyway."
The kitchen has half a wall separating it from the living room, so you watch him pause by the door for a moment. Instead of saying anything else, you nod, and he sends you a wink before he opens the door and leaves.
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Ten minutes before your guests are arriving and Calum is nowhere in sight. He's not answering your texts or calls, and you've already gotten messages from everyone else that they're on their way.
The charcuterie board is done. Not the best, but it still looks okay. The size itself is impressive, but you wanted to make sure there was enough food for everyone. Of course, there was always junk food in the pantry if they wanted something else.
You're almost to the point of pacing the kitchen when the door bursts open. Calum has a case of beer in one hand, four bottles of wine tucked in a reusable grocery bag in the other, but his shirt is gone.
"What the hell, Calum? Where did your shirt go? Everyone will be here in less than ten minutes." You rush to his side, taking the bag and immediately shoving the bottles into the freezer, hoping they'll get colder faster.
"I spilled this nasty drink on it. It's been in my car forever, so I was going to pour it out the window, but the bottom fell out of the cup before I could. I didn't want you to panic that I ruined my shirt cause you totally would, so I took it off instead." Calum follows you into the kitchen and sets the beer down next to the fridge.
"You're so chaotic, you know? And it stresses me the fuck out. Why didn't we check the fridge two days ago?" You break eye contact with him to return to the tray of food and make a few adjustments once again. Every time you look at it, you find something else wrong with it. He appears next to you instead of going to get dressed like he's supposed to be doing.
"Yeah, I do know, actually." Calum reaches for an olive, but you slap his hand away immediately.
"You are not about to do that. Are you kidding me?" You give him a wide-eyed look, and he shakes his head.
"Hey, I was only trying to fix this part that you messed up." He mocks your tone, and your eyes shoot towards the board, scanning it for anything out of place. "Don't you know that Luke is allergic to cashews? Most nuts, actually. Now everything is contaminated. It all needs to be thrown out."
Calum clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth to make a tsk tsk sound at you. He watches the panic spread across your face and tries to hold back laughter. "Is he? It really is all contaminated. I should've washed my hands in between everything. Oh god, we don't have anything else but junk food and-"
He presses his hands to your shoulders, finally unleashing his laughter. You finally catch on, slapping his chest and pushing him away from you. "Are you kidding me? I hate you. Now is not the time for that! Oh my god."
You let out the biggest breath you've ever taken and cross your arms over your chest. "Are you going to get dressed any time soon?"
"Why should I? I won't even compare to how beautiful you look. Those jeans with that top?" Calum closes his fingers together and kisses them like a chef.
"Are you flirting with me?" You squint your eyes a little bit, sticking your chin forward ever so slightly and tilting your head.
"You finally noticed?" Calum laughs, adding to his already huge grin.
"For how long?" You feel your cheeks get hot from embarrassment.
"I mean... a while. I just figured you were ignoring it." Cal shrugs his shoulders, and you sigh.
"I would never ignore it on purpose. God, that's fucking stupid of me. I've lived with a hot ass roommate for almost a whole year now and-"
Calum's hands are on either side of your face, pulling you toward him to press your lips together. Your palms land on his chest, and your fingers lightly dig into his collarbones. Both of you are smiling and giggling as Calum pulls away just to come back and pepper more kisses against your lips.
The two of you are so busy and wrapped up in the moment that neither of you hears the door open. "Hey, hey, hey! It's time to get this party starte- Oh god."
You jump away from Calum like he's on fire, feeling embarrassment from getting caught. Luke is just smiling and shaking his head, Sierra is trying to suppress her giggles, and Ashton losing it altogether.
"I mean, it's your place, so if you want to make out in the kitchen, then we can't stop you mate." Luke continues into the apartment with everyone following. Kaykay was behind Ashton, and so were Michael and Crystal.
"Damnit, I missed it." Michael groans, earning laughter from everyone but the two in the kitchen.
"I'm so glad it wasn't my friends that were on time." You mumble under your breath, but Calum hears it and rolls his eyes at you.
"Hey, I wasn't done talking yet." Luke sets his bottle of tequila onto the counter next to the charcuterie board. "But if you're going to do that, can you please... I don't know. Maybe put a shirt on?!"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm going. Go ahead and pour some shots, I'm going to need it." Calum sighs and stalks out of the room, but not before he gets the chance to give your hand a small squeeze.
"Double for me." I laugh.
"You can say that again."
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can i request a cute cal blurb where he can tell you just need cuddles? thank u!!
Sure! We’re going to make this a roommate!cal blurb/fic. Thanks for your request ❤
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word count: 470 ish. (wow i wrote something that wasn’t a million pages long!! go me)
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Calum knew the moment he opened the apartment door that you hadn’t been out of bed all day. The kitchen light was the only one on, and that was because he left it on when he left this morning.Â
He wasn’t immediately worried, but he knew something was off. It was Tuesday, which meant you knew he was bringing home tacos from your favorite food truck. Tuesday’s always meant tacos and homemade margaritas because neither of you worked on Wednesdays. It was something you were always excited about.
Cal set the food down on the counter and made his way down the hallway to your room at the end. The door was shut, but he could see the teal glow of the lightbars you had set up for your aesthetic purposes underneath. “Y/N? You in there?”
He gently knocks on the door and hears a muffled response. The door is unlocked, so he pushes it open. You’re lying on your bed, pillows lined up next to you with your arm slung over like they make up a person. Your hair is a rats nest against your pillow, and your blanket is twisted through your legs.Â
Without any words, he kicks off his shoes and stands next to your bed as he removes the pillows one by one. You protest at first, but then he crawls into bed next to you.Â
In seconds, you’re stuck to him like a magnet. For a few moments, you two move around to get in a comfortable position. After you’re settled with your head nuzzled into his neck, a leg slotted in between his, and his arms resting firmly around him, you sigh of satisfaction. “You feeling okay?”
“Better now.” You say softly, “It’s been one of those days.”Â
Calum doesn’t say anything else because he knows you would’ve elaborated if you wanted to. He starts to play with your hair that falls over your shoulder and down your back. Both of you lay there for a while, neither asleep or talking, just lost in your own thoughts. It was making you feel a lot better to have someone else here with you, even if you weren’t speaking. It was warm and safe, two things that Calum always made you feel.Â
“Thank you for this, Cal.” It’s quiet, and he almost misses it, but he appreciates it the same.Â
“Any time, love.”
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