The Period Bank

pairing: calum hood x reader prompt: this came from @boytoynamedcalum and this post here (plus everyone basically yelling at me to write lmao i love u guys) notes: this one hurt my soul to write because it is so fucking cute like god damn. props to @mycollectionofnuts, @plainwhiteluke and @toofadedtofight as well for sending the encouragement and also props to @dukehoods and Ida for survivng my mini brainstorm coming up with this, I hope this mini fic does what I sent you two justice.  word count:  3k!! 

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Calum didn’t want to be at this party.

It was the last place he wanted to be, surrounded by people, by couples who were too engrossed with one another. He felt like an outsider at a party that was being thrown for him. Well, for the band.

He had done the rounds around the important people before leaving the other three to socialise. He was done with people trying to introduce him to another person and he’d reached the end of his patience with girls trying to be subtle about their affections towards him.

So he’d grabbed a bottle of beer and disappeared out onto the open balcony that looked over the garden.

Thanks so much to darellybieber for requesting this. I loved writing it! Remember to send me requests, comments, concerns, or even a little bit about you. I’d love to get to know all of you! Thanks for the love and support as always! xx - L

Harry invites Y/N to come on vacation with him and his family, and true feelings are revealed.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,784

pairing: reader x timothée

words: 710

In which Timmy surprises the reader on the morning of their birthday.

The sound of someone carefully opening your front door wakes you up. The sun is brightly shining through your window and lighting up your entire (small) bedroom. Your hand reaches out next to you only to be met with an empty bed so your eyes flutter open to see that Timothée’s clothes from the previous night are gone and so is his cap. Your hear him try to be quiet as he walks over to your room, you can tell he’s on his tippy toes and hear a hushed curse when the floor loudly squeaks. You pretend to be asleep but your lips still curve into a smile, you’re 22 today.

The silence that filled your apartment is suddenly replaced by Timothée’s voice loudly singing Happy Birthday. Your smile can finally expands to his full potential as you sit up and lean onto your bed frame. He finishes the song in laughter while ridiculously dancing with flowers in one hand and two coffees in one of those take-out carriers in the other. He places the coffees on your nightstand, one iced with vanilla and one hot with barely no milk.

“Thank you,” you speak, smiling widely and extending the ‘you’ as he hands you the large bouquet of flowers. They smell amazing, “They’re beautiful.”

Timothée flops down on the bed next to you, holding himself up on his right arm and kisses your cheek then your lips, “Welcome to the club,”

“Of what? Being 22?” you asks and he nods before pressing another kiss to your cheek, “Is it fun?”

“Very,” Timothée answers, leaning extremely close to your face and connecting your lips once again before rapidly pulling away as his face lit up, “Shit, I almost forgot.” he chuckles, getting up and walking over to his backpack resting on the chair in the corner of the room.

“Forgot what?” you lightly giggle, excited to see what he was pulling out of his bag.

“Okay so,” he keeps both of his hands behind his back as he walks over to your side of the bed, “I couldn’t find any wrapping paper at my place so I asked my mom and all she had had either Christmas trees everywhere or… this.”

Laughs slip past your lips when Timothée hands you a small package wrapped in a Paw Patrol themed wrapping paper, “It’s adorable.”

“Yeah she bought it for my little cousin’s birthday.” he laughs, sitting down on the floor next your bed, “Open it.” a large smile occupies his face.

You can tell he’s proud of his gift as you tear the paper to reveal a copy of Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn. Timothée says he remembered how much you loved the film when you two watched it in the beginning of the summer and how you said you wanted to read the book. You thank him numerous times in between smiley kisses on the lips.

“Go look at the last page,” he indicates and you do, finding a handwritten ‘Happy birthday, I love you.’ and a thin opaque bag which explains why the book wasn’t closing properly. In it you find a small silver bracelet, “For when I’m away,” he states before lifting up his sleeve and revealing the same jewelry on his wrist.

“You’re amazing,” you smile and kiss his bottom lip, your hand reaching over to the side of his face, “thank you.” Timothée softly giggles and carefully places your gift on the floor before lifting himself up onto your bed so he’s hovering over your body and kissing your lips once again.

He lets himself fall to the side but open his eyes widely when he hear the sound of a plastic bag getting crushed, “Fuck,”

“The flowers!” you exaggeratedly yell as he quickly stands up, revealing the flower he had bought this morning crushed on your bed, “Nooo,” you loudly laugh, picking them up.

“I’m sorry,” Timothée speaks, unable to control his laughter.

Your left cheek was placed against Harry’s bare chest, your fingers lightly tracing his tattoos, in any other circumstance it would have made him giggle but Harry was too loved up to do so. His fingers were running through your hair, as his lips occasionally pressed against the side of your forehead. Your other hand was placed against his stomach, his hand lying on top of it, gently running along it. The two of you would’ve usually been asleep by now but Harry didn’t thavr a concert the next day (a very rare occasion). You could hear Harry’s heart beating which made you feel relaxed. A whisper from Harry disrupted your thoughts.

“I love you” Harry said quietly. You moved your head so you were looking up at him, he had a wide smile on his face which mirrored yours. This was the first time either of you had said I love you and it made you jittery that he was the first to say it. You slowly lent upwards, softly pressing your lips against his and he kissed back, his lips perfectly massaging and fitting against yours.

“I love you too” you mumbled against his lips as you pulled away. He smiled before plaicnf another kiss against your lips, sitting up and taking you with him, placing you on his lap, wrapping your legs around him.

“Let me tell everyone that your my girl” he said, smiling the widest you’d ever seen him smile.

“What?” You giggled, as he began placing kisses against your neck.

“Let me tell everyone that your my girlfriend, that my heart belongs to you” he said, pulling away from your neck to look at you in the eyes.

“Your serious” you said, not being able to contain your smile as he nodded like a 4 year old.

“You never wanted to keep it secret anyway” he said making you laugh for some reason; probably because you were unbelievably happy.

“Harry- this would break millions of people’s hearts” you said seriously.

“But lots of them would still be happy for us, they love me and they love me. They’ve wanted us to be together for ages now so let’s just tell them” he said still trying to convince you.

“C'mon Jeff said yes ages ago” he said, continuing with the convincing.

“C'mon imaging how cool it would be; I could talk about you on stage, dedicate songs to you. We wouldn’t have to worry about holding hands or kissing or cuddling” he said making you smile; you loved the sound of it all.

“Okay” you finally said.

“Seriously?” He said, holding onto your hips.

Hey hey! This took me a while even though I think it’s kind of trash. I’m a bit rusty but I hope I lived up to your fan fiction standards! It’s probably kinda weird lol my mood changed like 12 times while writing this. Thank you for sending in a request anon I LOVE you.

*Excuse any spelling errors*

“Ma’am are you sure you don’t need help with your things?”

“No, thanks! I’m perfectly fine!” I chuckled. The truth of the matter was, I wasn’t fine. My back was ready to do the bend and snap and I had about 14 more boxes to bring up to my new apartment. Moving to the city was scary, being alone and inexperienced in the city is terrifying.

I carried the two large boxes towards the elevator door, by the time I reached it I’d felt like I’ve walked along a whole football field. You can imagine my utter disappointment when I read the white sheet taped to the door that said “Broken. Use stairs.” A red arrow slathered in sharpie pointed down a long narrow hallway to my right.

“What the fuck, man.” I whispered under my breath as I began my fucking pilgrimage to and up the stairs.

I wasn’t far up the total of 12 flights I had to climb before I heard the loud clanging of footsteps speeding down the stairs. The next thing I knew, my boxes were thrown against the wall and I was barely gripping onto the rail. This guy really just pushed me out of his way with only a “sorry” to spit as he continued speeding down the stairs and into my imaginary death note. I only caught a glimpse of this dark mop of hair. Jesus, I thought. I could’ve been carrying fine china in those boxes had I been interested in buying or collecting ever. Thank buddha they were my indestructible hardcover babies.

Pulling up the rest of the boxes was a pain but after I accepted help I was finished within an hour.

Once everything was settled in my studio styled apartment, I flopped onto my bed, which was the only thing I assembled so far, and took a big deep breath and just relaxed.. My first home living alone, just me and stuff.. door locked.. no one to bug me or-

BANG.

I groaned into my pillow. I snapped my neck to where the sound came from and heard another loud BANG. It sounds like someone is punching the wall! It sent a worry through my stomach, but I pushed it away. I’m full of fire today, no one can fuck with me. I stomped out of my place, not even bothering to close the door behind me and pounded on the next door, which inhabited the cause of the ruckus. The door swung open within moments and I readied my rant. But what stood before me drained me of the fire I possessed a second ago.

A guy, tall, the floppy hair I saw shoving me on the stairs..

“WHAT is your problem, man?” I half-shouted. “I’m just trying to move my crap from one place to another, breaking my back in the process, and you shoved me! And now you’re banging on the wall when I’m attempting to relax.. I-“ I stopped once I realized he was just staring at me, dumbfounded. His lips parted a bit to say something then pressed together gently. I crossed my arms, suddenly feeling self conscious. I wasn’t exactly in the nicest clothes, I looked like a slob. Dressed for comfort in my sweats and my hair a mess from throwing myself into bed. He kept his eyes on me for a few more seconds until he finally spoke.

“Are you the new person renting the place next door? Do you want to come in?” He opened the door wider.

Lord help me, his voice sounded the way candy tasted. So.. so.. sweet.. intoxicating. I wanted him to talk more. Hell, he could be my ringtone.

I didn’t realize until then how attractive he actually is. His hair was dark and wavy, his eyes were blue and endless. His eyebrows almost touched, in a good way. He had this messy, sleepy boy look to him and it looked so good.

“No thanks.” I replied out of pure anxiety. I mentally slapped myself for refusing such an invitation from such a cute guy. I stared down at my bare feet for the longest.

“I’m really sorry for bumping into you, and being loud just now, there hasn’t been anyone living next door for the longest.” He pushed the door even wider, “since you just moved in.. and i haven’t exactly given you a warm welcome.. want something to eat? I just picked up some pizza.” He said giving a light smile.

I hesitated a bit, he’s trying to apologize. I could use some friends here too. “Yes, sure.” I said almost shyly. He stepped aside to make way for me and I stepped into his apartment. I really hope I didn’t walk into a murder trap.

“So what’s your name?” I asked before fully walking in.

“Timothee.” He said back.

“Nice name.” I said with genuine fascination. “It’s classy. My name is y/n.” Then I continued to venture into his apartment.

It was a bit larger than mine, it also has a studio style to it, similar to mine. Except, his was cluttered with packets and papers. There was a pile on his bed, some on his counter and a few tossed onto the floor. He noticed my eyes wandering to the mess and he immediately stepped forward.

“I-I-I’m sorry about the mess, y/n” He said quickly. “My job requires lots of reading.”

“Oh cool, are you a writer?” I asked curiously.

“Nah I’m an actor.” He nervously chuckled. He sat on a kitchen stool and played with his hands. Why is he so nervous?

“Really? So was the banging on the wall part of the script?” I cocked my head to side and laughed.

He laughed and shook his head. A cute laugh, very cute. He opened his mouth into a dorky smile when he laughed. “No no, that was an in the moment thing. I was just really happy.” He said with a wide smile.

“Ooh!” I cheered. “What about, of you don’t mind me asking?” I wanted to be friendly but not so friendly that I’d make things weird. We only just met, and in slightly strange terms. It was worth it, seeing his reaction. His eyes widened and they almost gleamed at the question. But he kept such a cool face, I could tell he wanted to burst from happiness. He waved it off. “Oh no, it’s nothing.”

“It can’t be just nothing if you’re willing to wake up exhausted girls from their beauty sleep.” I teased. I sat on the stool next to him.

“I’m still SO sorry about that.” His face was slightly flushed from my teasing, he really was sorry.

“It’s okay. You’re repaying me with pizza. So you gonna tell me what you’re so happy about?” He smiled again. But this time it wasn’t a goofy toothy smile, he gave a crooked closed smile. I really couldn’t figure out what it meant, but it sure almost made me melt in my chair.

“I’ll tell you after we’ve met a few more times.” He said getting out of his chair. He leaned close to me, with a hand on his heart and said “I like to take things slow.”

I swear to god I nearly started choking in his face.

He walked away and opened a box of pizza. “Shall we eat?” He said, getting some plates.

“It’s what I’m here for.” I said back coolly.

It was a really fun, sleep deprived night.

-

Meeting Timothee started becoming the highlight of my day. He helped me unpack and decorate my apartment. He insisted on me getting these blue fairy lights that light up the whole place. He also insisted I put a pop corn machine next to my bed. He’s a man of many good ideas.

“You sure do have a ton of books.” He told me.

“I really like to read, I collect a bit too. Some of these books are first editions, hard to find.” I said proudly, I love my books.

“I wish I could find time to read a book. A lot of my time is taken up by work, not that I don’t love it.” He said. I couldn’t imagine not reading, we really had to do something about that..

After a week I finally got every bit of my things settled and in place.

I was relaxing on my bed, reading a book and playing soft music from a speaker. I was so happy, I never got to relax this way back home. Next to my bed window, the view was incredible. I was in the heart of the city and everything was just perfect from where I was sitting..

A knocking interrupted my thoughts and I made my way to the door. Peaking through the peep hold I saw it was just Timothee and I opened the door.

“What’s up Timmy.” I greeted him.

“Hey y/n I just wanted to stop by and tell you I’m having a party tonight at my place. It’s sort of a celebration for that happy thing I found out a week ago. Not too big.” He gave me his toothy smile. He sounded kind of nervous.

“Right, you never told me what that happy thing was.” I responded.

“If you come tonight, I promise you’ll find out.” He smiled again. I returned it and nodded, “Then I guess I’ll have to come.” I said.

“Really?” He bounced on his feet excitedly.

“Of course, it’s not like I’d be able to sleep through your partying anyway.” I joked.

“Alright, well I’ll send you then” He said as he walked into his apartment.

“You will.” The door shut, and so did mine. I let out a long sigh. I love New York.

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It was around 9 when I decided to finally make my way to the party. I wore a semi casual dress since I wasn’t sure if it was a formal type of party. Before I could walk out of my place, i thought to myself: ‘Shouldn’t I bring a gift? That’s what people do right?’ People usually bring bottles of wine or champagne to a party. I however, cannot buy any alcohol and I have none stored in my house… I should get him a book, he’s said he’s never had time. Maybe he could find time if he had the right book? It’s something I suppose.

I walked towards one of the bookshelves that was placed symmetrically across the other. My fingers gently glided along the spines of each book until I found the one I’d been looking for. I believe this was the perfect selection for the new boy-next-door. It was y/f/b, my favorite. I have several copies, including the first edition and this was just a copy I picked up from Barnes & Noble. I suppose I was ready, my stomach started to churn a bit. Timothee is very nice, and cute. I hope he doesn’t think I’m lazy or weird. I let out a sigh, here goes nothing.

I walked out of my apartment and close the door behind me. I can already hear the music from behind Timothee’s door, I’m betting the neighbor on his right throws a fit like I did, soon. I stepped forward and knocked on his door, the door swung open a few moments later.

Timothee appeared with slightly disheveled hair, and a white button up shirt. I put a confident face on and smiled.

“Y/n..” he gulped. “You really came.”

“Yes I did. Im not exactly of legal age to buy any alcohol to celebrate so here.” I handed him the book. He let out a chuckle.

“You really didn’t have to bring a gift, I should bring you a gift, new neighbor. I really appreciate this, if you gave me a book I would definitely read it.” He opened the door and let me in.

There were lots of people piled in his apartment, it made me realize how much bigger his actually is than mine. I gazed around the room and my eyes landed back onto Timothee, who I realized had been looking at me the entire time.

As he was about to speak, a taller, more muscular guy walked up to us. He has very prominent blue eyes, brown hair and sun kissed skin. He smiled brightly at Timothee, revealing his perfect teeth. This guy had to be a model, no doubt about it.

“Timmy, your bathroom smells terrible. I think someone didn’t agree with the tacos you had on the buffet earlier.” Abacrombie model said.

“A buffet? Did I miss it?” I asked suddenly aware I hadn’t eaten since breakfast. I really need to start buying more ramen. The model eyed me carefully and turned to Timothee again.

“Who’s this?” He asked.

“This is.. y/n.” He replied, giving the model a look.

“Ooh so you’re y/n?” He smiled again, he turned back to Timothee. “So this is the girl?” He teased him.

“Alrighttttt. Alright.” He waved his hands. “No more.” His face looked red. He talked about me?

“So I’m the girl huh?” I teased Timothee further. He hid his face.

Model grabbed my hand, “My name is Armie. Let’s talk.” He steered me away from Timothee and I laughed.

Do you want us to write about this insanely cute pictures?

I look over at him, gently snoring away, sleeping off his jet lag. As the orange light of the dying sun, lights up his face in angelic glow. His features, over shadowed by childlike innocence, and calm. I reach over to kiss his cheek, as he turns his face last moment, causing me to kiss him on the lips. I draw back, startled, as he opens his eyes then winks at me.

((Fun fact, I was eating peach yogurt writing this, haha.

This also goes out ot the anon who’s been having a rough week because of exams. Hope this helps!!!))

(Warnings: light smut, dirty talk, nearly getting caught, parents)

You can feel you hands shaking as you set your napkin on your lap, ball them into fists and take a deep breath. This is not nearly as big of a deal as you’re making it out ot be, but you want to make sure you don’t accidentally say something offensive. Your boyfriend and his family have invited you into their home, after all. In freaking France, of all places. It definitely felt like a big deal.

It’s one of your first nights here, and you’re sat around a table with his family: parents, sister, with your boyfriend’s sat next to you. You’re quiet as they talk idly, passing around a basket of bread. You nod a thank you, frustratingly tongue-tied, as it comes to you, before taking one and moving the basket along. His father is the first to speak up.

“So, [Y/N],” he starts, smiling warmly over to you. You notice that the French accent he has has been softened into slight Americanization. “How are you liking it here so far? Learn any of the language yet?” Unknowingly, he leads you perfectly into your reveal.

“Je, ah…” You clear your throat, try to look the older gentleman in the eye. “Je ne suis pas sûr si je parle correctement… Mais j'essaie d'apprendre.” It’s a slow pronunciation, and once or twice you go back nad stutter over a word, but that doesn’t keep the pleasantly surprised noises at bay, nor stave the green-eyes boy beside you from positively lighting up, a grin splitting across his face.

“D'où vient cela?” He asks, an astonished laugh breaking into his voice. Where did that come from, indeed.

“I-I’ve been practicing,” you admit, eyes flitting to the floor as a blush covers your face.

“Pas mal,” his sister notes, nodding in comforting approval. “Not bad at all.”

You feel a weight lift off your shoulders as the conversation naturally slips into something else, and you blush harder as you feel long fingers splay over your thigh, your curly-haired love eyeing you with a mix of pride and… Something you can’t quite pin down. Mischief? You think little of it as you eat.

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A decent two hours later, the meal comes to a close, and plates begin to clear away. Your boyfriend’s mother nods to him as she takes the remaining food. “Would you mind doing the dishes tonight? I’m going to head to get some dessert.”

He nods in agreement, eyes flicking you you. “Give me a hand?” You shrug, nod in response. It’s the least you could do. You grab as many plates as possible before following him inside.“How long have you been trying to learn French?” It’s the first thing out of his mouth as soon as you both are indoors.“Since you asked me to come,” you replied, turning on the sink and beginning to wash the remaining food on them into the garbage disposal.

“Yeah…?” He comes up behind you, chest to you back, and you can see his dark brown curls in your peripherals as he puts his head on your shoulder. Lanky arms snake around your waist to pull himself into you, and already you can feel a hardness against your backside. “End up learning anything else?”

You roll your eyes, immediately catching the devilishness in his tone. “Like what?” You shift your weight further on your heels so you press back, just to rile him a bit.

“Anything dirty?” His hips tilt forward, rut ever-so-gently against the curve of your ass. “Because I could teach you those, if you want.” His hands slink back, grab your hips as he continues to subtly grind into you from behind. The movements are small, barely noticeable if he wasn’t already beginning to press his lips to your neck.

It’s nearly impossible to focus; you set the dishes down and sigh, eyes slipping closed. “Like…?” You hear him chuckle lowly against your skin at what is essentially you giving him permission to run with this.

“Je suis si dur pour toi,” he exhales, nipping at the place where your neck met your shoulder and gripping harder still at your hips so they move with his.

“You are so…” You try to mentally translate, but it’s hard to focus on anything besides the feel of his erection against you.“So hard for you.” He completes the sentence, and you can feel him smirk against your skin, raising goosebumps in the wake of his words.“Is this just an excuse for you to talk dirty in French?” You ask, a hand coming up to reach back and intertwine your fingers in his curls.

“Est-ce juste une excuse pour que tu parles sale en français?” He parrots back, teasing. “Oui. Je veux te faire exciter. Est-ce que ça marche?” The latter half is easier for you to translate.

“Oui.” You turn in his grip, cup his face and kiss him deeply. “How do you say…” You start, lips still ghosting over his. “‘I want you to fuck me on the counter’?”

You can see his eyes roll back as he groans low, and is about to hoist you up by the thighs when…

“Nous sommes de retour!” You both jump back ans away from each other the second you hear his father’s voice and the door open.

His parents walk in, and his mother notes the still-full sink. “What have you two been up to?”

“Uh, [Y/N] wanted me to teach her some more French,” your boyfriend reasons, stuffing his hands deep in his pockets to push the denim of his jeans away from his form. “And we just got distracted doing that.” You nod in agreement to back him up, and his mother turns to look at you.

“You’ll have plenty of time for that, I promise.” She holds up a white paper bag. “Finish up, I got plenty of stuff from the pâtisserie.” She shoots her son a knowing look before walking away.

pairing: reader x timothée

words: 632

Inspired by the song On The Train Ride Home by The Paper Kites.

It had been a great night, a really good one.

Your date began when Timothée came over to your house, without any warning, and decided he wanted to take you out. He wasn’t sure where you would go or what you would do, but he knew wanted to be with you one last time before traveling to LA for two weeks.

You practically jumped when you saw the boy after opening the door and butterflies instantly flew through your entire body when he told why he was there. You let him in, it was his first time seeing the inside of your apartment and not just the front door. You asked if he could wait a minute and ran to your room to switch clothes and try to make yourself look a little more presentable. You grabbed your winter coat and were out the door, leaving all of your responsibilities and school assignments in your living room.

You and Timothée ended up at a corner table in a small Italian restaurant where your shared a pizza and drank cheap wine you both had randomly chosen on the menu. He ate dessert with one of his hand on your thigh, you laughed and you talked. You talked for so long you saw families come and go while you were still eating your main dish. You realized it was probably time for you two to leave when the waiters started cleaning up the other tables next to yours.

While you were walking to the nearest subway station, he asked if you wanted to go back to his apartment with him tonight to watch a movie and subtly said that if you wanted to spend the night, he wouldn’t have a problem with that. You agreed.

So here you were, measuring your hands over his in the back of a nearly empty subway, the only other human in there being the woman sleeping on the opposite side of the wagon.

“Are you excited to go to LA?” You spoke when you remembered he would be in an airplane in less than twenty-four hours, breaking the silence that been installed a few seconds prior.

“Yeah, I like it, and plus it’s basically summer over there right now.” He chuckled, “But I’ll miss you, though.”

A large grin got plastered all over your face when he softly said those words, “You will?”

“Of course I will.”

You stayed silent for a few seconds, thinking of what you should say back, “Yeah, but we can text and FaceTime, except when we do I’m gonna be really jealous because you’ll have the sun and palm trees while I’ll be stuck here with the snow and the cold. But I-“

He interrupted the bullshit the sparks in your stomach were making you say by gently pressing his lips to yours without even giving you time to close your eyes. Neither of you dared to move, it was the first time you had kissed, so you stayed in the exact same position you were before with one hand laced with his. After a moment, he hesitantly removed himself from the kiss and looked at you with a smile slowly forming on his face.

“But I’ll miss you too.” You finally finished your sentence, causing a nervous giggle to escape his throat.

Shyly and carefully, your hand made his way to his neck and you reconnected your lips together, they moved this time. Without losing any time, Timothée’s hand gently wrapped itself around your waist and caused the kiss to deepen even more.