#soft!cal

[ijustdontlikepeople]

Thinking about him 🥰

[cal-puddies]

mine || calum hood

an unintentional addition to the morning series. This actually stems from @kindahoping4forever and i trying to figure out what pants calum was wearing in all of those photos with his bass... and it just... fell into this.

Duke was insistently licking your face which meant one of two things, he was out of water or he needed out. Judging by the sun streaming in the windows, you assumed he needed out. 

Cal clearly wasn’t moving anytime soon so it was up to you. 

“C’mon little man.” You mumble, pulling the covers back and getting out of bed.

You take Duke out, and since the pool incident, someone always had to be out with him. You waited patiently for him to go and thought about last night. Cal was freshly home, which meant a long night of talking and not long enough night for physical. Even though you were on each other till the wee hours of the morning. 

You and Duke go back inside, you check his food and water bowls and grab a glass of water and head back to bed, because you are still exhausted. 

Cal’s stirring and he can hear you in the hallway. “Where’s my baby?” He calls, his voice thick and deep with sleep. 

“Eating his breakfast.” You murmur, coming in the room. 

Cal’s laying on his back, gray sweatpants hung low on his hips. You knew it was just the gray sweatpants because you’d watched him put them on when he took Duke out just before bed. But you can also see he’s very hard, his pants tenting up.

“I didn’t mean him. I meant you, little one.” He smirks. He knows that just the sweatpants is killer, but mixed with his morning voice? You won’t say no to anything about to come out of his mouth. “I’m so hard, little one… think you could put that pretty mouth to work?” 

You’re already halfway to the bed without even realizing your moving. Once you’ve got one knee on the bed Cal moves and wraps his hand around the back of your neck, pulling you into a kiss. You’re the first to pull back, but only briefly, your lips connect with his neck, and you carefully kiss down his chest and over his stomach. You very gingerly grasp the waistband and slowly pull them down, freeing his cock, which was straining painfully against the fabric. 

“What got you so worked up?” You tease, running a finger up his shaft, “dirty dream maybe?” You gently jerk him, and he lifts his hips so you pull the sweatpants down further. “Hope it was about me.” You wink.

“F’course it was darlin.” He cups your face. 

There’s a small gasp from Cal’s lips, you let him adjust to the cool air before breathing onto the underside of his cock, letting your hot breath hit it. You feel his body tense up before he relaxes under your fingers. You kiss up his shaft and take the head into your mouth. Cal lets out a breath through his nose and his nostrils flare. Cal thought you wouldn’t tease but he was wrong. You weren’t even trying to take him in your mouth… but then he realizes what you're doing. The head of his cock is in your mouth, and you are now slowly dripping spit around his cock. You pull your mouth off and slowly tug on his cock, spreading your spit, and then you tongue his slit. He tangles his fingers in your hair. 

He’s vocal and you love it, “so good baby… just like that… oh fuck.” He moans. His fingers tighten and you grin, and let out a little moan, mostly for his benefit. You take as much of his cock in your mouth as possible and keep playing with him, stroking the rest of his cock. 

His body tenses, and he grips tighter yet, “such a good girl… holy shit…” 

There’s a pop when you pull off, “quick one today, huh?” You tease, your thumb stroking along the bottom. 

“We’re just getting started, but you know what it does when you do that spit thing… please baby.” He whines. 

Though you love his whines, you knew you were teasing a bit too much. So you set back to work, sinking your mouth down his cock. He groans and it’s very throaty, but he stops you from trying to deep throat, “I can’t take it baby.” He murmurs, eyes meeting yours, “I’m already too close.” 

You know what to do to finish him, which judging by his grip in your hair and his white knuckles tangled in the sheets, is needed now. So, a couple flicks of the wrist, your mouth around his head and tongue working his slit, he cums. And he cums a lot. Which was surprising with how much you guys got up to before bed. 

You do your best to swallow as much as possible, because Cal likes that and you don’t do it all the time. And Cal can’t wait, he pulls you up and watches you finish swallowing and then presses his mouth to yours. “God Damn you are such a good girl, you know that?” He mumbles, kissing you harder. But Cal doesn’t stop there, pulling you up further, feeling between your thighs, “no panties? That’s perfect, let me taste you.” You can’t even argue before he's hoisting you over his face. 

“Calum!” You squeal. 

“C’mon baby… you knew I’d want a taste.” He wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls you down, slicking his tongue through your wetness. You let out a sigh and relax, looking down at Cal and threading your fingers into his hair. Cal loves you on his mouth like this, for whatever reason, you come across as even sexier than when you ride his cock. “That’s it, my queen.” He murmurs, his lips and light stubble adding to the sensation. 

Cal enjoys every minute of you on his mouth, pulling his hair, pulling your shirt off so you can play with your breasts. “Calum.” You whine, yanking hard on his hair as his fingers push into you, curling into your g spot, “fuck, baby.” 

You feel and hear him chuckle, he gently pushes you up off of his face but keeps his fingers working you, “you ok pretty girl?” He watches you nod emphatically, “what’s wrong, then?” He’s smirking, you can feel it against your thigh, as he presses kisses, and nips at the flesh. 

“Cal, I want your dick.” You bounce a little on his fingers, thinking that cal wouldn’t be able to resist a full session of you bouncing on his cock. 

“Mm mm baby, not yet. You gotta cum on my tongue.” He sucks a quick hickey into your thigh. 

“Please Cal!” You whine. 

Cal pulls you back to his mouth, his tongue stroking up into you, next to his fingers. 

“No no no nononononono.” The whimpering starts, you can’t help it, Cal’s too skilled, knows just what to do to get what he wants, which seems to be the theme of the morning. And you can’t help but ride his face, even a little, and cal goes on to encourage you by smacking your thigh. 

Cal wraps his lips around your clit, sucking it, flicking his tongue over it, he feels your body tense up and then relax and give him what he wants, he hums against you, and cleans up your juices with his tongue before lifting you back off his face and laying you next to him. “You know you’re my favorite thing to eat?” He asks, smirking at you. His lips press to yours. “Thank you.” 

He’s moving around a little but you aren’t paying attention because Cal was giving you the most, and then he’s lifting your thigh and pulling it over his hip, pushing his cock as deep into you as he could go, right away. Your head goes back and the quiet moan is everything to Calum, his lips press to your neck, leaving a trail of open mouth kisses on your skin. 

It’s quiet, save for your moans and his. He slowly works his hips against yours, savoring everything about your sounds and the way your body moves, your lips parting as you sigh about how good he feels. Cal brings his fingers to your lips, touching them so softly. 

“Cal.” You whisper, and he loves the way his name falls off of your lips. 

“Darlin’.” He sighs, “you’re amazing.” He whispers back. 

“Love you.” You moan. Cal loves it. It took him a while to share his feelings and he likes how for you it’s always reserved for him and only him. You never say it in front of anyone… and that may worry anyone else,  but cal loves it. 

“I love you.” He whispers back, reveling in how your love radiates from your body. “Just needed your closer.” 

“Never close enough.” You confirm, throwing your head back against the pillow with another moan. 

It quickly leads to you both orgasming, and as cal fills you, you vaguely remember the recent conversation about not using condoms anymore and what that meant for you, cal telling you he was all in for everything with you. 

You can’t help but pull him closer. Even though he’s in you and couldn’t be closer at this moment, you do your best. 

“I need real food.” You murmur, nose to nose. He gently rubs the tip of his nose against yours. 

“I need to give you anything you want right now.” He says quietly, kissing your nose. 

“Breakfast burritos…. and mimosas…. or whiskey…?” You giggle. 

“Anything you want… I’ll make it.” He promises. Cal’s careful as he pulls out, kissing you while he does so. “I’m gonna need you to put pants on… you’ll be too distracting.” He smirks. “But imma clean you up first.” He promises. He comes back quickly and uses a warm cloth to clean his cum from you, he finds a pair of his underwear and pulls them on, followed by shorts, and then he gets you panties and a t shirt and sweatpants. He watches you dress yourself and he pulls you into him as you head to the kitchen. “My love.” He kisses your forehead. 

“Can I ask you a question?” You ask, perching on the nearby counter as he mixes you both drinks. 

“Always love.” He glances and smiles at you. 

“Why don’t we hang out with your friends more? They seem so important to you and then you come home.” He notes the sincere curiosity. 

He hums, and he thinks on it, not just jumping in to respond. “Well… you’re mine.” And he stops, thinking about how that sounds, “not that I own you or anything. I just… I share so much with them, and sometimes I just… want something that’s for me.” 

“I’m always for you.” You gently grab his bicep. 

“I know baby, it’s not you. I just wanna be selfish with something. They know you in passing and from events, and I don’t want them to feel like they have access to you… I guess?” He tries to explain. 

“I hear you. But they probably think I’m keeping you to myself.” You pull him into you. 

“Let them.” He finalizes, kissing your cheek.

Others in the In The Morning Series:

mine || calum

can we always be this close || ashton

an indentation in the shape of you || calum

butterflies, the beautiful kind || michael

Taglist: @cocktail-calum @1dthewantedlove @september09241994 @youngblood199456 @lustingforwunder @calumsphile @neso-k @rosecoloredash @radmcqueen @justayoungandwisefangirl @itsnotmyblood @softboycal @lietoash @pushthetide21 @5sosfanficrec @therealmrshale @fallfrxmgrace @lukashemmos @justarandomgirlthatyoudontknow @5sos-microwave @madbomb @sweetheartmendes1000 @literally-anythin @lfwallscouldtalk @clemmingstylins0n @ccnicole02 @lustingfor5sos @buteverythingiscopacetic @rosesfromcth @bodaciousbonzi1996 @ashtontotheirwin @captainam-erika-trash @xxgendurvikixx @jazzyangel242 @loti18 @bluebabycal @rhiannonmichellee @iovehemmings @glitterycalum1205 @katcontreras

gc tags: @sublimehood @sugarcoated-pain @5sosnsfw @angelbabylu @aspiringwildfire @irwinkitten @lashtoncurls @myloverboyash @singt0mecalum

masterlist || ashton || calum || luke || michael

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[talkfastromance4]

I got this idea for a little soft blurb thing today. I work in elder home care, and this lady I was helping today (she’s about 90 and in a wheelchair) looked at me so softly and said that she woke up feeling kinda sad so she would listen to a mixtape her husband had made for her when he got his cancer diagnosis. So like what if Cal (or any of the boys) had made a mixtape for Y/N and she is listening to it and remembering the memories cause she was feeling low and lonely? So sorry for this😭

omg this is so sweet and reminds me of the notebook but better because it’s music.

I’ll go with Cal on this one since you put him in :) and so sorry this took a while to ask but i wanted to think of a really good idea!

donate to my ko-fi here :) –for a trip to disney world I’m going on in March!

• • • •

It’s been three months that Calum’s been gone on tour and you’ve been missing him something special tonight. You texted him your sentiments and his response was quick “listen to the cd i made you babe :)”

You go to find the cd he made you titled MIXTAPE FOR MY WILDFLOWER and pop it in your stereo system. Calum’s voice is clear as it comes through the speakers. 

“Hi flower, these are the songs I have chosen you to listen to when you’re missing me on tour. I know you’ll forget about it so I’ll have to remind you--” you laugh at that--”so listen until you’re smiling again and give me a call. I love you.”

The first song that plays is Voodoo by ASL, and you smile at the memory. It was the first time you smoked with him and this song came on and you said you could feel the music enter your body. Calum sang to you softly in your ear, it gave you chills then and it gave you chills now at the memory. 

The next song is Love it If we Made it by the 1975, that was both of your go to song to sing along to in the car at the top of your lungs. It was also the song that was playing in his car when he kissed you for the first time on your third date.

The third song is Wildflowers by Tom Petty, the song that played as you watched a sunrise over the ocean on the hood of his car after a night out drinking. 

You called him after that song was over. 

“You got to Wildflowers, didn’t you?”

You could hear the grin in his voice and you couldn’t stop smiling at how sweet your boyfriend is. 

• • • •

Taglist: @galcalirwin @cashtonasff5sos @wokeupinjapanisabop @myloverboyash  @rotten-kandy @tea4sykes @jannimoeller3 @loveroflrh @iovehemmings

[lukeisbaby]

I really hope this isn't too much to ask for, but I saw my abuser today and I just kinda need a blurb of cal comforting the reader after a nightmare, just something with angst but ends super fluffy. again, I hope I'm not asking for too much

hope you’re okay dear 💗 not asking too much at all, i’m sorry i’m getting to this so late

you woke up in the middle of the night, sweating and shaking after a horrible dream that involved memories you never wanted to relive again, nearly scaring calum half to death when you sat up, one hand on your chest while you attempted to catch your breath and the other gripping tightly to the bed sheets

he knew about your nightmares and exactly how to handle them, and as soon as you felt his arms pulling you to lay back down, you knew everything would be okay

“you’re okay baby, i’m here.”

he held you tightly to his chest, shushing you and rubbing your back to calm you down, pressing soft kisses to the top of your head

“i’m sorry.” you breathed out, making him frown

“nothing to be sorry about babydoll, i’ll never let anything or anyone hurt you ever again, you know that right?”

you nodded slowly, sniffling and cuddling yourself further into him, breathing in his smell and finally starting to calm down, calum’s reassuring words putting you back into a peaceful sleep

[morningfears]

Lil Hood don't want to go to kindergarden/preschool all of a sudden and he doesn't want to tell Calum. When reader ask why he whisper it is because he don't have a mother who pick him up. Her heart breaks for him and promise she will pick him up

:( I’m so soft. Little kids have no filter and some don’t really have a solid concept of anything other than what they know and little Hood wouldn’t get teased, necessarily, but kids would definitely ask where his mom is when his grandmother or aunt Mali or Cal or one of the boys picks him up. They wouldn’t mean it maliciously but they would ask him where his mother is and what happened and all that sort of stuff. And little Hood would hate it because he doesn’t like feeling different. He never really gave it much thought but now he’s sad because he’s not like the other kids. And when he tells her that, her heart breaks for him. She wants him to love learning and school so she promises that she’ll come pick him up as often as she can. And even if she isn’t his mom, she loves him like her own and when Cal learns that’s why she’s been insisting on picking him up, he’s just so soft. He hates that little Hood didn’t tell him but he loves that she stepped in and tried to help because that’s the kind of person she is and shows how much she loves that little boy. And he goes with her one day, to pick him up, and little Hood is just so excited because now everyone gets to see his ‘mom’ and dad together and when the teacher makes a comment about what a beautiful couple they are and what a sweet son they have, Cal decides that maybe it’s time to make the dream a reality.

[cal-puddies]

state of grace || calum hood

“Hey papi.” You greet Cal, coming in in your gym clothes.

“Hey little one.” He greets, looking at you over his shoulder before pulling a loose hoodie over his bare chest, doing his best to hide as much of himself as he can. “You hungry? I was thinking about ordering in.” He mentions, finally turning to you. 

“Bubba… we just went grocery shopping. Why don’t we make something? Give me like 30 so I can shower?” You ask. Cal nods and he watches as you come over and press a quick kiss to his cheek. 

You aren’t the thinnest girl in the world but you work hard to maintain your body and Cal loves every curve.

You hit the shower and you start thinking about Cal’s behavior lately, he always seems to be covering himself, the extra baggy hoodies and t’s. You've known him a long time, he was a lanky teen when you met, and he was a slighter build when you started dating. He really started to fill out this year, and he didn’t seem to know what to do with it. 

When you come back in one of his older shirts and a pair of sweatpants, he looks lost staring into the Fridge. “Hey.” You say, pushing yourself into his arms. Cal wraps his arms around you, “you ok?” You ask, looking up at him. 

“Yeah, I’m fine baby.” He nods, leaning down to gently peck your lips. 

“Ok.” You nod, squeezing him a little tighter. “Any idea what you wanna eat?” 

You and Cal make a healthy dinner, and then retire to the couch for the evening. He knew you were exhausted from your day, but he hadn’t done anything at all, all day; Wander to the back yard with Duke to have a cigarette, sit and read a book, had coffee with Ash. 

You find Cal out back in the morning and you smile as you sit next to him on the lounger. “Hey handsome.” You yawn, pressing your lips to his shoulder and then you lean your head against his shoulder. He rests his free hand on your thigh and you both watch Duke wander around. “Supposed to be really nice today, wanna take Duke to Runyon?” 

“Ehh.” Cal shrugs. 

“C’mon papi, we never really do anything out of the house anymore.” You kinda whine, threading your fingers with his at your thigh. “I’m beginning to think you don’t like me anymore.” You pout. 

“I like you fine... We do stuff.” He knows it’s weak, but it’s all he’s got. He wasn’t ready for that. 

“Going to Ashtons and picking up take-out don’t count.” You disagree, pulling away and standing. “I’m gonna take him. You’re welcome to join us.” 

Cal definitely doesn’t want to start a fight. So he eventually decides to go. He looks at you when he gets to the bedroom, already in your workout tights and sports bra, putting on mascara. He watches you put the mascara down and then he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. “Maybe we can just stay here,” He quirks an eyebrow and kisses over your shoulders. 

“Absolutely if it leads to sex,”  You grin at him in the mirror. 

“I’ll definitely go down on you but it won’t be sex,” He shrugs. 

He watches your eyebrows knit together and your lips turn up into your angry pout. “No deal,” You say, pulling out of his grasp. 

“Baby, it’s not you,” he says. standing defiantly in the bathroom, arms stiff at his sides. 

You roll your eyes, like you haven’t heard that before, “I’m gonna go make something for breakfast real quick. Get dressed if you’re coming.” 

You decide on a smoothie and you make one for Cal, just in case. You start thinking, It’s been awhile since you had had sex, you can barely remember the last time you saw him naked. And even when he does seem in the mood, he just goes down on you and calls it good. Which is typically fine. Cal’s a giver, so it makes sense. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him. 

Cal walks in the kitchen in a hoodie and basketball shorts. He grabs the cup you'd set out for him and takes a drink, and then comes over and wraps his arms around you again. You turn so you’re facing him, “it’s not you little one. It really isn’t,” He reiterates, kissing the tip of your nose. 

You shrug, “not what it feels like.” You lean up and kiss his nose in return and then pull away, checking him out while walking out of the kitchen to get Duke’s harness and the water bowl you take. “You’re gonna want the running tights or you’ll chafe.” You call. 

“I couldn’t find them.” 

“They’re on the top in the second drawer, I just put them away,” you peak your head back in the kitchen. 

“Well, I didn’t see ‘em.” He shrugs. 

“I’ll go look. Can you get Duke ready?” You ask. 

“Baby, it’s fine.” He insists. 

“I’ll just go look real quick. The chafe is real baby. It hurts.” 

You run into the room and see that the running tights are out, and balled up in the corner, as well as a few t shirts and shorts. You pick up one of the shirts and look at it, and things really start coming together. So you leave it be. 

“Hey, guess you were right.” You shrug, “dunno what I did with em.” 

Cal sighs in relief. He doesn’t have to try and squeeze into those pants or show that he can’t even fit into the t shirts he was wearing when you first got together. “Little man is ready.” Cal confirms, and he holds up water bottles and the snack bars too. “And we’re all set here.” 

“Cool, I just wanna put on a shirt quick.” You turn to head back to the room. 

“Why, you look so good babe?” He asks. 

“Not feelin it today.” 

And Cal can’t help but feel he might be to blame, turning you down for sex again. 

“Alright papi, you and little bubba ready?” You ask, back in front of him in a loose tank.

“We are.” He confirms, holding up the keys and the bag of stuff. 

So you guys spend a nice afternoon together, walking around the canyon with Duke. 

“Wanna save water?” You ask, raising your eyebrow at him when you get home. 

“That’s ok baby. I’ll wait.” He doesn’t even miss a beat when denying you. 

“Oh… ok.” You nod, furrow your brow, and then head off toward the shower. You don’t want to show Cal you’re hurt. You let a few tears slip out in the shower, you’re trying to remember it’s about him, but it’s hard to feel that way when he doesn’t say so and he’s constantly turning you down.

You need to figure out something to help him. Food’s good and inviting him to the gym or to be active could help, but you know you need to get him to accept his body. And let him know, without just saying so, that you love him no matter what. 

You get out of the shower and dress yourself in baggy sweats. 

Cal can tell you’d been crying. He knows all the signs. “You ok?” He asks, coming close and lifting your chin. 

“Yeah… just… don’t worry about it.” You shrug and walk past him, to the kitchen to get something to eat. 

You’re wrapped in a blanket on the couch when he comes down, he kisses your forehead. “D’you eat?” He asks. 

“Mmmhmm. Just had some leftovers.” You nod. You sit and make minimal conversation with him until you decide to go to bed. 

And Cal can’t help but notice you are even more cold after denying you yet again. He comes to bed and tries to cuddle you but you push him away, “sorry bub. Not feeling good.” You pull the blanket under your chin and curl into a ball. 

Your brain works overtime through the night and you wake up with an idea. 

Cal is once again up before you, always for Duke. He’s made coffee. 

You pour a cup before going outside. “Hey,” you greet. “Any chance you wanna go shopping with me? My pants aren’t fitting quite right for work.” You admit sheepishly. 

“they a little big?” He asks, pulling you in and kissing the top of your head. 

“Small, actually.” You turn your face up. 

“I’m here for any support you need, you know that.” He grins and kisses your nose, “I’d love to spend another day with you.” 

So that’s how you get Cal out shopping. And you watch as he picks some stuff for himself, and you can’t help but notice the things he’s picking are going to end like his t shirts and running tights. So, you mix some of them in your pile in a larger size and even pick a few things for him. 

The two of you hit the fitting room and you don’t press him to share one with you, you don’t want to get your feelings hurt again. You get a pair of pants on and call over to Cal. “Papi you ready? Can I see?” 

“Uhh… I don’t think this is my color little one. Let me try something else.” 

“Ok papi. Let me know when you’re ready.” You sigh. 

It takes a good 20 minutes and there’s a knock on your door, and when you open it, you’re staring at a red faced Calum, dressed in the clothes he came in. 

“Thought you were gonna let me see?” You ask. 

“None of them ended up being for me.” He shrugs. “But I’m happy to look at you and your ass in pants.” He quirks an eyebrow. 

You pull him in and shut the door. “What’s up baby? All of those things were very you, very in your style.” 

“They just weren’t right on.” He shrugs, taking a seat. 

“What wasn’t right?” You ask, straddling him. 

“They didn’t look right, or feel right… don’t push this please.” He asks, tucking your hair behind your ear. “The dad bod’s just not here for it.” He tries to joke. 

“Did someone say you had a dad bod? Cause I’ll fight.” Cal shakes his head. “Stop talking about my mans that way.” You pout.

“The fans have been mentioning I’m ‘thicc’.” He sighs. 

“Thicc is a good thing papi. But I could see how that’d be misconstrued.” 

“It’s just…” he starts, but then stops and clams up.

“Calum, I’m sorry… but I need to know what’s going on. I’m trying so hard not to take anything personally, but it’s impossible. You are turning me down all the time… do you not want me anymore?” 

Cal can hear the slight manic tone in your voice, and he knows now his insecurity is affecting you more than he’d guessed or anticipated. “I think you can clearly feel it’s not that,” He pulls you down on his hips. “Little one… I just…” he sighs. “Nothing fits. And I don’t know…” 

“Cal… I know handsome. But you know what else I know?” You wait for him to look at you. “I know that when I was a mess over needing a bigger size, your response was literally ‘you’re the most beautiful and the size of your pants or tops doesn’t affect that. Just a little more to love.’ And you didn’t make a huge deal of me losing the weight, which showed me it wasn’t important to you. And you needing bigger shirts or pants to fit properly? Same thing papi. I wanna see you comfortable and happy and I love the hell out of every inch of you, and I’d like to see what kind of work you can do… you know, power behind those hips now…” you wink. 

“I just don’t think… once you see me naked, you’ll wanna be with me anymore.” He averts his eyes from you. 

“You know how strong you are Calum? You literally pick me up off the floor when I can’t go another step and you hold me tight like you’re holding me together when I’m breaking. You don’t hesitate for a second when I’ve clearly had too much of the world. You’re right there. You’re my rock, the thing that won’t move when I need to hold onto something. And yes, you’re body has filled out. But you get on stage and play two hour shows for months on end. Do you have any idea what that takes?” You pause, “If it’s truly about the weight, we can go to the gym, and eat healthier. I’m happy to do all of that with you. But if you’re worried if I still want you, if I still find you sexy despite the size of your shirts or pants, then please hear me right now. You are so incredibly sexy Calum Hood and it has nothing to do with a number.” 

Cal cups your face in both hands, he lets out a little sigh and small grin turns up on his face. “I don’t deserve you.” He presses his lips to yours and gives you the needy kind of kiss you’ve been craving. 

“Now.” You whisper, “imma put on that black lacy number. You’re gonna put on these jeans and this shirt, and we’re gonna talk about a date tonight.” 

Cal takes the items from you, and the stuff he’d abandoned in his fitting room, in the larger sizes and he leaves you. 

Cal knocks on your fitting room door five minutes later and you open the door. He’s got a short sleeve black button down on with a pair of distressed blue jeans. 

“Aye papi!” You grin.

“You think so?” He asks. 

“Yes… how do they feel?” You check. 

“Much better, you were right.” He nods. 

“You look amazing papi. Bet you’d get yourself laid if you took your girl on a nice date out of the house tonight.” You wink. 

“I heard you little one. We’ll go out tonight.” He smirks. He cups your face in both hands and pulls you into a kiss. 

You guys check out, Cal gets everything he tried on. And he works quietly when you get home to plan a night out for you two. 

It starts with dinner and moves onto drinks at a bar you both like. He looks over at you after the second drink and grins, “thank you for today, little one, you said all the words I needed to hear.” He pecks your lips. 

“I meant every word papi. Some days will still be tough, but you can get through this. You’re a hot piece of ass, and I’m lucky you come to bed with me at night.” You wink. 

He rolls his eyes, “I’m definitely coming to bed with you tonight.” 

“Can we go? I wanna love on you.” 

“Yeah.” He nods, he pulls out his wallet and throws some cash down, then intertwines your fingers and pulls you out of the booth. 

You’re excited to say the least, you needed Cal in this way and you’d finally get it, but you needed to show him love first. 

He lets you start to undress him, but he holds you face, controlling where you can look. “Let me love you papi.” You whisper. He lets go as you get the buttons undone on his shirt and push it off his shoulders. Your fingers tap along his collarbone, brushing over the tattoos there. You let your fingers run down his chest, sliding around to hold him at his ribs. 

Cal sighs when you lean in and your lips first press to his chest. One hand comes comes to hold the back of your head, and the other slides down your waist to your ass, he gently squeezes. 

“You really haven’t noticed?” He asks, his hand moving from the back of your neck, to the side so his thumb could caress your cheek. 

“What was I supposed to notice Cal?” You look up at him, “the only thing I noticed was that you weren’t happy.” You admit. 

“And I let you think that was about you, and even probably perpetuated it. I’m sorry about that. You never fail to come through for me.” He sighs,’”I should have known this would be the same.” He half smiles at you. “I love you.” 

You wrap your arms tight around him, he hugs you back. “Love you.” You mumble into his skin, squeezing him.

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[cal-puddies]

y/n 'secretly' dating Cal but then in some random interview Mike says 'im sure i have seen y/n and Cal holding hands behind the table while we ate, think they're dating or something' and then the boys keep saying stuff like 'oh, yesterday they barely kiss infront of me'

- I’ve gotta go do this interview, talk to ya in a bit. Cal wrote.

Being away from him was tough. You guys had been together awhile, but no one really knew about it and you both liked it that way. Ash had questioned it once because you were around a lot more and Cal had pretty much stopped third wheeling it with him and Kay Kay, but you both shrugged it off and he dropped it.

He thought you guys were in the clear, no questions asked.

But the interview went incredibly awry when they started asking about significant others. Cal kept quiet, as he always did, and then he got called out.

“Cal, are you seeing anyone special?”

He kinda shrugs and doesn’t offer anything up.

Mikey pipes up, “yeah, I’m sure you guys have seen them, they are together all the time. I’m pretty sure they were holding hands when they had dinner with Crys and I a few weeks ago. He’s always texting her and calling her. Pretty sure they’re together.”

Calum makes a signature what face, and the rest of the guys decide to out you too.

“Yeah, he always brings her when I invite him to dinner with Kay Kay and I.” Ash says.

“I think I’ve seen them kiss.” Luke murmurs.

“I dunno what you guys are talking about.” Cal tries to cover.

“I think she’s really nice and I just wanna make sure you’re giving her what she deserves.” Ash insists.

Cal shrugs. Staying non committal to anything that’s been said.

When they get done with the interview and get in the car, Cal shuts down, he’s pissed.

-miss you darlin, wish I was coming home to you tonight.

-everything ok baby?

“Hey Cal?” Luke asks quietly to the man sitting next to him.

“Fuck off Luke.” He groans, clicking his phone locked, letting it go dark.

“I’m sorry mate.” He whispers.

“It was shitty of all of you to do that. I don’t care who you think you were helping, it sure as shit was not me.” He sneers.

“Thought you just needed a little coaxing, she obviously makes you happy. Why wouldn’t you want to share that.” Michael shrugs.

“Because she likes the anoniminity, and I like letting her have it, because she’s so honest about fucking everything with me, and if I love her and I’m in love with her then we’re the only two people that need to know that.” He sighs. “This is why i dont tell you guys shit about us. You’ll do shit like this. This was totally fuckin uncool. So just let me be so I can figure out how to break it to her that my idiot friends outed us.” He rests his head back against the window.

They stay quiet for the ride back to the hotel and on the elevator, Luke gently nudges him, “it’s not gonna air for a couple days. Maybe take control of it.” He shrugs.

Cal prepares himself. He’s knows youll do everything in your power to make sure he doesn’t see how this effects you. But he needs to call you and discuss this, ask how you wanna handle it.

You pick up the phone, confused because you didn’t think you’d actually talk to him till later.

“Hey bubba.” You answer.

“How’s my love?” He asks.

“Duke’s good. Just gave him some carrots.” You respond.

“I meant you Darlin.” He smirks. “Can we FaceTime?” He asks, “wanna see you.”

So you turn on FaceTime and you can immediately tell something is wrong.

“What’s up Cal?” You ask, looking at him.

“We just had a real shit interview and I need to talk to you about it.”

“What happened?”

“The boys outed us. It doesn’t air for a couple days but they are definitely going to use it, heard it here first type bullshit.” He watches your face fall.

“Oh.” You nod and process. “I see.”

“I tried to play it off, like it was nothing... but they all had something to share.” He explains.

“It’s ok.” You shrug. “I mean I like what we have Cal.” You’re quiet awhile. Cal lets you stew, he doesn’t know exactly what’s going on in your brain and it’s giving him extra anxiety. “What if... have you considered us just outing ourselves? So it’s not news worthy, when it drops?”

“You’d be ok with that?” He asks, looking a little shocked.

“It’s not... ideal.” You shrug. “But I also would rather my life being taken off guard by my own actions.”

“I... can post to insta and Twitter... that pic of me, you and Duke.. cuddling together. From that weekend we spent in San Francisco.” He offers.

“I like that one.” You nod. “Wish we could be together for this.”

“I can fly you out babe. I’d actually really love that.” He admits. “Kinda wanna hold you.”

“Ok.” You agree. Which actually floors Cal, because you never agree to let him do things like this. You watch his face light up as he reaches for his lap top to book you a ticket.

“See you in a few hours babe.” He says before hanging up.

The picture goes up after you’ve boarded the plane, letting Cal out your relationship on your terms.

[cal-puddies]

Haven't done one of these before so sorry if I'm submitting it wrong, but I saw your thing about blurbs and I've been in the mood for soft and cuddly Calum lately. Like you're feeling like you're not being productive enough on college winter break and Cal gives reassuring snuggles :)

You did right babe! Thank you for the request! Hope you like! @6god-hemmings

Cal watches you huff at his kitchen table. He liked having you around but you didn’t seem to be having a good time with him.

“Everything ok bubba?” He asks.

“Yeah.” You nod and wave him off. But it wasn’t. You hadn’t gotten half the things done you’d intended to by now because Cal was the greatest distraction in the world. And he didn’t seem to know that.

Him and Duke always looked cozy, huddled up together on the couch or in bed and you’d instantly join upon a simple invitation. Long forgetting that you had things to get done.

“I’m gonna take Duke to the pet store. Care to join us?” Cal asks, hooking the dog into the harness.

“No Calum. I don’t.” You snap.

“Oh. Ok.” He says. You hear the tinge of hurt in his voice and it kills you to see it when you meet his eyes. “Well... we’ll see ya in a bit then.”

And it makes you feel worse to watch him leave. You send him a text while he’s gone.

-think I’m gonna go home to my parents’.

- please don’t do anything until I get back. He sends back.

Your bag was already out, and on the bed.

“Why you wanna go home early? We’re going next week for Christmas.” Cal looks worried, as if your relationship hangs on this decision and he can’t understand what has gone wrong.

“Cal.” He can tell you’ve been crying by the quiver in your voice.

“Bubba what is wrong? You never get short like this unless you’re stressed.” He says softly. Moving toward you, sitting next to you in the bed and grabbing your hand.

“I just... I feel like I have so much to do and you and I only get so much time together and I’m putting you first which I don’t regret...” you sniffle and let tears fall, “but I feel like I’m falling behind...”

“Bubba you are on break! You are supposed to relax and enjoy this time. And Duke and I are loving all the attention we’re getting to share with you.” He soothes, pulling you into a hug.

He rubs your back and lets you cry. “I’m sorry Cal... I’m just going into my last semester and I’m so worried I won’t keep up.”

“Well that’s just crazy talk.” Cal says, pushing your bag to the floor and laying you back with him. “You are amazing. And you’ve been working your ass off and still trying to make sure Duke and I are happy. You’ve got this baby. And I think you really need this break.”

You sniffle again and stay quiet awhile. “I’m sorry Cal.”

“No need to apologize, my love. You just gotta let me know what’s going on in that beautiful brain of yours.”

“I’ll try.”

“Just relax. For a while bubba. We can make sure we schedule out time for you to work on stuff and Duke and I will do our best to be distraction free. But that also means, we’re scheduling time for me and you and me and you and Duke.” He insists.

“Ok. I can get behind that.” You agree.

“Dry those tears little one. Duke and I are on deck for the rest of the night.”

“Deal.” You chuckle. Cal squeezes you tight to his side, and kisses your forehead.