summary: you finally get the thing you’ve been wishing for since forever. [social media au.]
pairing: reader x calfreezy
notes: short n sweet freezy smau thought i would post! haaddddd to make a cute little social media fic for our fav boy finn 🩷🥹 we know as freezy’s girl we would be obsessed with the little weiney. enjoy and don’t forget to reblog <333
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yourusername best day of my life. i have not stopped crying all morning. anyone who knows me will know how much this means to me and how long i have wanted my own little sausage. i burst out into tears seeing this little angel sitting on my floor, and i burst into tears even more when cal told him he was ours. i am the happiest girl in the world right now. cal, i’ll shut up about an engagement ring for a bit, i’m pretty content w/ this little baby. everybody meet finn 🐶🌭 i’m officially a dog mom! ✨🤎
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taliamar SHUT UP!!!!!!! crying for you 😭😭😭
theburntchip smh cal told me you were calling him spliffy
user oh hun we been knew you been after one since those 2014 vlogs w/ all your sausage dog deco! you had me buying those mugs and tea towels! 🤣 so happy for you
user i feel like i’ve watched my friend give birth or engaged seeing this post
freyanightingale shut the fridge. i need cuddles asap!!!! 💓💞💘
user are you even a y/n fan if you don’t know about her passion for weiney dogs?
tobjizzle look at him!! hi finn!
sabinablair_ is now a good time to come move in?? 🥹🥹
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yourusername he’s fly and he knows it 😎
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theburntchip NAAAHHHHH HIS FACE
theburntchip nah this is my new favourite picture why’s he look like that
wroetoshaw how have you got him to do that
calfreezy stuntin like his daddy
yourusername *momma
user finn is simply not like other dogs
user surprised he ain’t got the krox necklace on
calfreezy droppin next week. you already know we got our boy modelling in some shots
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yourusername finn you are my favourite favourite boy. i just don’t know what i did without you. yes, your yapping goes through me but your cute so i’ll forgive you. cal, i’ll love you forever for bringing him home to me 🥹
but also i’m getting him if we ever break up just so we’re clear but i mean i think we’ve established that pretty well
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calfreezy have we FUCK babes that’s my baby boy
theburntchip you got my brother hooked up w the off-white collar ??
calfreezy ay you know i only get the best for my boy
user the first pic 😭😭😭
user the second pic told me to get a sausage dog
user my fav influencer dog. jiffpom who???
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yourusername late night stroll through london townnnn 🌃🌬️ finn and i had to use our big scary down privileges and bring cal along 🌃 @ calfreezy
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user this post told me to move to london
user my fav couple 😍😍
user vibes
user i need to be adopted into this family
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yourusername walks w/ my boys! 🌲🪵🍃🪨
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calumgoddard those paws best be clean before he’s allowed anywhere near my studio and i’m not talking bout cal
yourusername shut up proddy
user my fav family 🫶🏼
user THIS IS SO WHOLESOME
user i can’t even imagine y/n with kids anymore, finn is her baby in my eyes 😭
user the day they have a kid is the day i 🪦
user stop, finn will die if he is not an only child
user look at freezy actin like he likes the dog
yourusername moans about him 24/7 but would die for him in an instant
calfreezy cus you would kill me if i didn’t
yourusername you’re such a liar 🤣🤣
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yourusername family holiday 🌺🥥🍹💦🍉☀️ what a perfect way to kick off the summer. best believe all i’ve done is drink margaritas, read my books and compare my tan constantly to my man’s 😎 happy sunbathing babies xxx
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taliamar nah the colour difference in you two is criminal
yourusername @ calfreezy you need to get on the tanning beds hun
calfreezy no you need to get some factor 50 on your hun is what you need
user I LOVE THIS COUPLE SO MUCH
user AND THEIR DOG
user 😍😍😍
callux giraffe in the water
user ok girl 👀🍑
sabinablair_ HOTNESS 😍😍😍🤤🤤🍑🍑
yourusername wishing my wife was here 😩😩
user EXCITED FOR THE VLOG 🌺🐬🥰🍹☀️
user this dog lives a better life than me
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yourusername things you can find in my (new) kitchen ✨🌼🫖
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user omg 😭😭😭
user finn understood the assignment
faithlouisak calfreezy if you don’t get off that counter
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pairing: cal kestis x jedi!reader
summary: he’ll protect you with everything he has, but you don’t always need a hero.
wc: 1.7k+
genre: pretty much fluff city here
a/n: as usual, this was supposed to be a drabble and now it has become longer than that.
His eyes were wrong.
Your eyes cracked open, the cold flooring unfurling its frost onto your exposed skin, a hiss spreading through your blood. Images were blurry, all hazy edges and imprecise lines, but it became clearer when you found his orange hair so starkly jumping out against the black of the room.
A predatory glimpse of darkness absolved everything soft and delicate and so uniquely him. His lightsaber sat clenched between ghostly white hands, energy crackling with unrestrained force. And his face, that wonderfully beautiful and innocent collection of warm eyes and full cheeks, contorted with outward fury.
His force signature fizzed around the edges, threatening to leap out.
You blindly reached towards your own saber, far out of the reach of your aching fingers, attempting to call to it. It’s slow to respond; you’re too depleted to pull it towards you with the normal force and vigor you usually would.
You try to pull yourself into standing, your legs protesting heavily against your movements, but you have to. You have to get to Cal and help him.
“She’s weak. She’s not a true, Jedi. Never was.” The inquisitor spits towards him and Cal readies his stance further, curling into a spring ready to pounce. He carries more tension than before; it’s weaving into him.
You try to stand faster and manage to draw your feet underneath you, knees wobbling. You have to move quicker. You call on the little vestiges of force that are still within you to help your movements and your twisting pain. It helps, but the scene is still building, unraveling in a way you can’t control.
Cal’s anger is palpable and the inquisitor is feeding on it, drinking it all, fueling her own power.
“You hurt her.” Cal’s teeth are bared and his lightsaber looks about two seconds from splitting.
“She’s pathetic.” She flourishes her crimson lightsaber in a wide arc as she circles around him, boxing him in. “You can’t save her. She’ll be killed one day.” She plants her feet back in front of him, performing the traditional greeting of a knight before sparring. The temple’s training hasn’t left her entirely and your blood starts to hum that she would perform such an action, as if the past ten years never happened.
As if she were a true jedi herself.
Cal doesn’t like her answer. “I won’t leave her. I can protect her.” He coils further and you slowly creep along till your lightsaber is fully within your grasp. He takes on his defensive stance, arcing lower. He’s going to force himself towards her.
There’s no guarantee he’ll survive such a maneuver, but when has Cal ever considered the possibilities of survival when the things he treasures are threatened?
“You can’t. That’s the thing your master failed to tell you.” She grins, knowing she’s thrown him off now. You feel his disturbance as if it were your own pain worming its way through your chest. “Everything you love will be taken from you one day. Everything. First your master, now her.”
“No.” His yell is deep and gutted as he thrusts his blade towards her, a strong arc crashing against the readied parry.
You take off running, afraid that you won’t reach as Cal loses his balance, BD-1 gives a warning beep, and the inquisitor brings her blade down in a huge demonstration of strength.
“Cal!”
You ignite your blade before you throw it, warding off her debilitating strike. She growls when her attack is thwarted, spinning around to face you, fury rippling through her eyes and in the force. You are ready to face her head on, but you stop, remembering your fatigue and the lightsaber absent from your side.
Cal rolls over towards you, reigniting his saber and taking a stance in front you, blade right in front of your body. There’s no time to greet each other, the inquisitor’s next movements are felt clearly through the force, but your force signatures brush up against each other in greeting.
His anger still lingers there, but his warmth covers you up, meeting your steady, pleasant temperature. He’s told you before that there’s no heat associated with you, but a steady and comforting energy and a rich forest.
You see a campfire and sunlight around him. Warm and soft.
He braces for her first strike and you roll to the right, pushing out with your palms, calling on the force to move her backwards. It responds to you and Cal beats her back, multiple repeating attacks beat her down. She’s got the reflexes to push him back as she reaches out, rocketing him down the hall mid-jump.
Her anger rises as she makes a b-line for you.
You smirk.
Pushing off the ground, you let the force propel you over her, arching your body in a spinning barrel. Landing softly on the ground, she’s growling. “You’ll have to do better than that.” You grin at her and she ignites the second half of her saber.
“I’ve taken down weaker. Besides,” She gestures down at your empty palms. “You seem to be lacking a blade.”
You shrug, placing one foot in front of the other. “I don’t need a saber to defeat you.”
She swings her body around, whipping her staff around towards you, but you hold her suspended in time, foot planting in her core, hurtling her into the wall. She takes the hit with a twinge in her eye and a grunt, standing to approach again.
She runs head on this time, blade pointed at your chest. You faint right but roll left, jumping off the ground when you feel a buzzing at the side of your head. You jut your hand out and she smashes face-first into the metal wall.
A scream of rage spills from her mouth and echoes around the space. You sense Cal coming and simply step out of the way as she brings her lightsaber down. He blocks it with ease before forcing her away, towards the edge of the hall.
She digs the crimson blade into the floor, splitting the metal as it brings her to a halt. It hisses beneath her and she drags herself to her feet. Fatigue saps at her bones but her rage keeps her standing. You could respect the hustle.
“I’ll find you. I’ll kill you!” Her words were desperate, but even she could feel this wasn’t a battle she’d be able to win. “You’ll never win! You won’t be able to save her!” Her words were directed at him opposed to you.
Cal looked at you then, really did, and you placed a light hand on his shoulder, admiring the way the force moved around you, gently spinning, leaning into the both of you. His eyes lost the hint of ferocity melting into a soft look he only had around you. Your eyes softened in return.
“He doesn’t have to worry about saving me.” You stroked the hair near the back of his neck, watching as he leaned into your touch, breathing evening out. You felt your force returning and slowly lifted your hand. “I’m more than capable of saving myself.”
With one final push, she went sprawling off the edge, a scream crawling through the air.
You let out a breath and all of the exhaustion burst within your erretected force barriers. Cal catches you when you slump, quickly deactivating his saber and hooking it on his belt. His fingers dig into your sides as he pulls you into his chest. He wraps one arm around you, another traveling to your face, gently cupping your cheek. His worried eyes stare into your tired, glossy gaze.
“Are you okay?” He scans both eyes recklessly, taking inventory of your injuries as swiftly as possible. Your hands are splayed across his chest and you gather a handful of his jacket.
“I’m okay.” You nod. “Flying into the wall at the end of the hall took a little bit out of me though.” You bury your face into his chest and breathe him in, wrapping your arms around his torso. He fits his head on top of yours and pulls you in.
You relish his warmth just as he draws on your firmness. “You know that I’m always going to protect you.” Cal mumbles the words onto the side of your neck, imprinting the words on your skin. As if on cue, BD-1 jumps onto your shoulder and nuzzles your head, beeping eagerly.
Your skin warms and you keep your face in place to hide the flush running through your body. “I know,” You breathe in the smell of rain off him. “I just don’t want you to have to all the time.”
He draws you back and cups your cheek. “You’re one of the strongest jedi I know.”
You snort and let your hands linger on his wrists, rubbing circles over them. “You know like four, including yourself.”
“Hey.” He smirks, that boyish charm capturing his face. “That’s still pretty impressive.”
You roll your eyes as he brings your lips to meet his. His kiss is soft, like him, and lingering, making sure that he’s made you understand the depths of his feelings. You draw back, almost breathless and sure your reddened face is on display.
BD-1 beeps excitedly. “Yeah, I like him a lot.” You answer, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. Your eyes unspool, letting all of your admiration and attachment rise to the surface where he can see it.
He comes undone, his eyes responding to your touch and look, darkening for a moment, before closing and relaxing. BD-1 whirls through a string of bleeps and bloops and although you can’t understand all of it, Cal seems to. “Yeah, BD. She’s staying.”
BD-1 jumps around on your shoulder before returning to Cal’s as you disentangle from each other. You cross the floor to grab your lightsaber and return it to its holster. Cal’s hand reaches towards you and you lace your fingers through his, letting your energies boost you.
Your legs don’t feel as stiff anymore nor does your back shoot tiny bites of agony through your torso. It feels like a dull throb that’s easy to ignore.
“I bought you a beanie! Isn’t the pompom cute?” and “Is it too early for Santa hats?” with Cal pls :) -notinthesameguey
!!!!!!! OKAY so here’s the deal. this is 100% what came to mind when i read ‘cal’ + these prompts and it’s Silly but also cute? so i hope u dig it lol <3
Duke is going to kill him. He’s a tiny little thing but there’s a good chance that the old dog might start plotting against him after this one.
Calum wanders back into the kitchen where he’s left Duke with a bone while grabbing the remaining bags from the grocery and pet store from the car. (It’s a bit of a bribe but of course, there’s no way the pup knows that.) He puts away the groceries and smiles brightly when Duke lifts his fluffy ears at the sound of a new food bag being tossed into the pantry before returning to the task at hand.
Calum pulls the bag from the pet store closer and does a short whistle to get Duke’s attention. “Alright here’s the deal, little dude,” he start while pulling a bag of treats out and Duke’s tail starts wagging like crazy, “you can have some of these if you let me put this guy on your head for a picture. Mom and Luke both want holiday cards this year and you’re much cuter than me so it’s gotta be a picture of you.”
Of course Duke has no idea what he’s saying (though Calum has got into fights with Ashton many times over how he swears Duke knows what he’s saying) but his tail waves around a bit more when Calum rips open the bag of treats and tosses one to the floor while he pulls out a tiny dog-sized beanie from the bag and rips the label off.
“See?” Calum asks rhetorically while holding up the little red and white hat. “I bought you a beanie! Isn’t the pompom cute?”
Rather than waiting to see the silent response from the dog, Calum bends down to the floor and attempts to tuck the hat over Duke’s ears. The treats on the floor are immediately abandoned in favor of growling (whether at Calum or the hat, he can’t really tell) and Duke shakes his head, his collar tags jingling, until the hat falls to the floor. Calum returns to standing and lets his hands fall to his hips, a pout resting at his lips as he starts considering other options for a photo that’ll bring a smile to his family and friend’s faces. But then an idea hits him.
He reaches into the bag and tosses a couple more little treats to the floor. “Be right back.”
Calum wanders off to the hall closet where he knows the photo booth decorations from last year’s Christmas party have been waiting for their annual return to his living room. He pulls a box down and digs through it until he finds what he’s looking for. He heads back for the kitchen, this time digging his phone out and opening the camera app to have it ready since hats apparently are not Duke’s most favorite thing. (Which is weird, Calum thinks. He hadn’t been that opposed to the gator costume.)
“Okay, let’s give this another try, buddy.” Calum pulls the adult size Santa hat out from under his arm as he bends down again to the dog’s height. “What do you think? Is it too early for Santa hats?”
He tucks the hat onto Duke’s head and adjusts it so it’ll stay in place for the five seconds that he needs to snap a clear picture that would be appropriate to print fifty or so copies of with some cheesy holiday message written across the front of.
Before Duke has a chance to shake the hat off again, Calum reaches up onto the counter for his phone and snaps a picture, the tiny dog’s head tilted slightly to the side, the hat just barely falling over one of his eyes. Absolutely adorable and very on theme, Calum thinks. He plucks the hat off and tosses it up onto the counter before settling onto the floor of the kitchen and pulling his tiny, furry best friend into his lap to show him the picture.
Rolling on your side you admired Calum’s sleeping profile. You smiled as you thought back to the night before, Calum singing his heart out on stage, the fans going wild at his voice. You brought your hand up to trace the veins in his hand before flipping it over and running your pointer finger along the creases there. Calum hummed and you looked up to see his eyes opening slowly. Another smile graced your face as he turned to face you, mirroring your smile.
“Can I kiss you?” you asked. His lips quirked up at the corners.
“‘Course, lovely.” you wiggled your way up toward his face, blanket falling off your shoulders and exposing them to the chilly morning air.
“Lips?” you asked and he nodded again. You knew he found it odd, you always asking for permission to engage in an intimate act, whether it was for a kiss or a hug or even just to make sure it was okay if you sat down next to him. He never asked though, and you figured although he found it odd he didn’t find it weird enough to question you.
Placing your lips on his your eyes fluttered closed and he pulled you on top of his chest where you settled in comfortably. Pulling away you placed a few more pecks to his lips and one on his nose for good measure before laying your head on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart.
“The boys wanted to go out to dinner tonight with everybody. You wanna come?” Calum asked and you lifted your head up, nodding.
“Who else is going? The girls?” you hadn’t seen the boys very much since they had come back to LA, too busy catching up with Calum while they were catching up with family and their girlfriends.
“Mike said yeah last I checked.” you hummed and climbed off of him. He whined, “Where are you going?” Calum reached out and tugged on your hand.
“To get ready.” you laughed as Calum pulled you back to bed.
“The dinner isn’t for hours, though.” Calum whined, burying his face into your stomach as you stood by the bed.
You giggled, “Cal that tickles.” he blew a raspberry into your tummy in response. “Besides I’m not getting ready for dinner I’m getting ready for the day. It’s nine in the morning and my breath smells like sleep.” he blew another raspberry. You ran your fingers through his hair and tugged slightly, he bit the skin around your stomach softly. “Are you wanting to stay in bed all day? Do nothing but watch Netflix? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”
“And chill.” he mumbled.
“What was that?”
He lifted his head out from your tummy, “And chill.” he said. You barked out a startled laugh.
“Calum Hood!” you reprimanded, swatting his hair softly.
“What! You love me and I love you so why not?”
“Who said I love you, hm?” you teased.
“You did, you little shit. Three months ago, on our anniversary at around eight at night. You were in that stunning outfit and your hair was really really pretty that night too. You should do that style more often.” Calum said and he threw his legs over the side of the bed, rubbing his eyes sleepily.
Your breath caught in your throat, “You remember stuff like that?” you whispered.
Calum looked at you, “Of course I remember that stuff. It was the first time the woman I’m gonna marry told me she loved me. I couldn’t forget that if I tried.” he looked at you and stood, fingers tilting your head towards him, “I remember everything about you. All of the things you might think are insignificant are some of the most important things for me to remember. Because it’s you and I love you. And I’ve never loved anybody more. You’re it for me, y/n.” You looked at Calum as he spoke. He didn’t open up often. He was more honest with you than most people, save the boys. But he’d never said something like this. Tears sprung to your eyes and you tried to blink them away.
“Can- can I please hug you?” you whispered, throat too thick with emotion to speak any louder.
“Always.” Calum whispered and you threw yourself into his arms and shoved your face into his neck, a tear slipping out and onto his shirt. The love you felt for him overwhelmed you and your heart felt like it could burst with emotion and you let more tears slip onto his soft shirt. “I love you, you know?” you nodded. You did know. He showed you everyday. Whether it was shown through affection or a text when he was away, or a random FaceTime in the middle of the day. You had caught on quickly that he would stay up late whenever he was in the world so that he could FaceTime you at a time that was reasonable for you. Your heart had fluttered when you realized it. As you hugged him to your body you remembered an interview he had done years ago. The interviewer was asking about heartbreak after the recent release of Jet Black Heart and Calum said he had never been heartbroken. He joked about having a “heart of steel”. The two of you had met not long after that and you quickly learned that his “heart of steel” was soft and needed to be held carefully. You promised yourself that you’d do everything in your power to keep his heart soft and warm. His exterior was strong but when he was in the presence of somebody he was comfortable with his walls crumbled, he was open and often the emotions he held in during the day came out full force. Keeping his heart soft was one reason you always asked to initiate anything. You knew that as long as he allowed you to keep his heart, you’d protect it with everything you had.
“Okay I need to… I don’t know… make cookies or something.” you said, stepping out of his hold. Calum laughed but pulled you back into his chest. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours sweetly. He deepened it slightly but pulled back before things got heated. You loved his kisses. He always asked for consent before you guys went too far, always making sure you were comfortable and willing to take things further, but he wasn’t as cautious as you were when leaning down to kiss you or wrap you in his arms. You didn’t mind, you were asking for his consent, you were concerned with him; he knew he had your consent and if he didn’t he knew you’d say something.
“Cookies?” Calum questioned, following you to the bathroom where you started to wash your face, “Babe it’s not even after noon.” he pulled his toothbrush out and squirted toothpaste on it.
“I’m just feeling very emotional and I need to bake. Does Ashton like muffins? I’m thinking I’ll make some cookies and muffins, maybe some scones.” you dipped your head to the sink, rinsing off the face wash before pulling your toothbrush out and starting to brush.
“Yes, Ashton will like muffins.” Calum laughed around his toothbrush.
“Great. So muffins for Ash and KayKay, I’m thinking cookies for Mike? I’ll need to make more for Crystal too. What about Luke and Sierra? Scones or cookies?”
“Y/n, the boys will like anything you make them. But you know you don’t have to right?” Calum came up behind you and put his hand on your waist as you brushed vigorously. You nodded before spitting, your butt pushing into Calum as you bent over, “I think I like this.” You saw Calum’s grin in the mirror as you straightened up and rolled your eyes, pulling him towards your kitchen.
“Could you get the flour up there?” you pointed to the cabinet above the sink. “Oh! And the sugar, too! It should be right next to it. The salt and baking soda should be behind that.” you listed off the ingredients while you grabbed the chocolate chips, eggs, milk, and a mixing bowl. “Should we do a batch with nuts and one without?” you tapped your finger to your chin thoughtfully.
“Just how many batches are you planning on making, sweet girl?” you turned to face Calum who was measuring out the flour. His eyes met yours and he smiled.
“Cheek?” you asked and he grinned at you before nodding and you placed a kiss on his cheek where you could feel him smile as your lips met his skin.
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“Does this look alright? What kind of restaurant is it? Fancy? Casual? Fancy casual?” you called out from the closet, trying to find the best outfit.
“Darling, it’s just a restaurant and you’ll look great in anything, promise.” Calum’s voice floated over to you from where he was in the bathroom and you huffed. Sometimes men could be so unhelpful.
You grabbed your phone from the bed and texted Crystal, ‘What are you wearing tonight? Cal won’t tell me what the dress code is like!?!?!?!?!?!’ You tossed your phone back on the bed next to Calum’s and saw it light up with a text from Luke.
“Cal, Luke texted you!”
“What does it say?” you picked his phone up and typed in the password (your birthday) and clicked on the messages with Luke.
“He wants to know the name of the restaurant.” you laughed and waited for Calum to tell you.
“Fucking idiot.” Calum laughed, “It’s literally where him and Sierra had their first date, why is he like this?” he came out from the bathroom and grabbed his phone, sending a reply before picketing it.
“What’s the name?” you asked. The name would give you a clue of how to dress. He didn’t reply and you threw a sock at him, missing terribly. Just then your phone dinged and you reached for it to see Crystal had replied.
‘Wear a nice dress. It’s not too fancy but it’s not a casual affair either’ You sent a reply back thanking her for helping before deciding on a long dress that you had only been able to wear a few times before. With you makeup already done you were only waiting on Calum. You had just sat down on the bed and opened Tetris while you let your phone charge when Calum emerged from the bathroom. He looked stunning in a maroon button down and black pants. You got distracted and only snapped out of it when your phone buzzed letting you know you lost the game of Tetris.
“Ready, love?” Calum called, walking to the door of your room. You hopped off the bed, placing a kiss on Duke’s head before following Calum, grabbing the heels you placed by the door on your way out. You were not going to wear those any longer than you had to and that meant waiting until you were parked outside of the restaurant to strap them on.
“Hand?” you asked as you got into Calum’s car, holding your palm up for his to grasp if he wanted. As he closed the door and turned the ignition over he laced his hand through your and pulled out of the spot.
“Is it okay if we pick up Ash on the way?” he asked, glancing at you as you shuffled through his phone to find a good song to play.
“Yes! I miss him!” he knew you wouldn’t say no and seeing your face light up at the idea of seeing one of his best friends made his heart swell more than he could comprehend. “Oh I hope he wears a bandana tonight!”
“You- What?” Calum asked, squeezing your hand.
You shrugged, “I just think they would make a comeback. I miss those days.”
Calum kisses the back you your hand, “I love you, sweet girl.”
“And I, you, sweet boy.”
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“Y/n! It’s been forever! How are you?” Sierra greeted you with a hug, Luke waiting with open arms right behind her.
“I’ve been great! I loved hanging out with you while these dorks were on tour.” you laughed with her as Luke squeezed you tighter when he heard your words.
“Hey! We’re great! Don’t be rude!”
“Luke, I love you. You know I do… but you’re most definitely a dork.” you laughed as he pulled back from the hug. He huffed and squeezed your shoulder with a smile on his face. Just then the hostess came over to your group to show you to your table. There was already a few open bottles of wine at the table and wine glasses ready to be filled.
As you slid in next to Sierra, Calum whispered in your ear, “I didn’t tell you when we left but you look absolutely stunning today.” you turned to smile at him and thanked him with a blush on your cheeks.
Shortly after sitting a waiter came over to take your orders and hustled away with the promise that your appetizers would be out soon. Casual chatter filled the table, questions about tour were brought up as well as seeing family again and traveling. A happy buzz coated your body as you listened to Calum talk and you watched him, his smile never leaving his face. There was laughter all around the table and a feeling of utter happiness warmed your body. “Can I kiss you?” You whispered in Calum’s ear and you saw his smile get brighter as he nodded, puckering his lips for you. “Thank you.” you replied as you pulled away.
“Always.” Calum said, grabbing you hand under the table. You listened to the conversation happily and you laughed when the boys got a little wine tispy, their demeanor becoming louder, more jovial. Finally everybody finished their meal and the check came before everybody filed out of the restaurant. “You guys wanna come over? Y/n made all of you some gifts.” Calum asked the group, arm around your shoulder and you reached your hand up to meet his fingers.
Before you grasped his hand you turned to him, “Hand?” he looked down at you, smiled, pecked your nose and nodded. Happily, you grasped his hand as he tugged you towards the car.
“I’m in!” Ashton said, wrapping his arm around Calum’s shoulder, tugging him into Ashton’s chest, which pulled you in, consequently.
“Oof.” you huffed, trying to get out from under Calum’s arm, knowing the boys well enough to know they were a bit drunk and you figured it was going to turn into rough housing quickly. You were right as Calum pinned Ashton against the car and laughed victoriously. You rolled your eyes and turned to Michael, “Are you and Crys in?” he turned to you and smiled, nodding happily. You smiled at Crystal who hugged you and thanked you for inviting them over. You finally managed to get Calum and Ashton in the car, the two of them giggling wildly about some stupid joke. “May I have the keys, Calum?” you asked, holding your hand out. He dug his hand in his pocket, handing them over to you.
“Be careful with my baby.” Calum said and you rolled your eyes.
“Calum I know how to drive your car.”
He looked at you incredulously, “I’m telling the car to be careful with you. You’re my baby.” you flushed fiercely.
“You guys are so cute I love it.” Ashton was laying in the back seat, face turned towards the front where he was watching you and Calum. “I don’t get something, though.” he mumbled, moving slightly as you pulled out of the parking spot.
“What’s that, Ash?” you asked, flipping the blinker on and glancing in the rear-view mirror to see Michael and Luke both following you.
“Why do you always ask if you can kiss Calum? Or hold his hand for that matter? That’s not normal, I don’t think.” you blushed, hard. Looking away from Calum’s questioning eyes and focusing on the road, “Is it because you’re insecure? Because I knew a girl like that. Wait! Kelsey! You know her! You met her! Yeah she was really insecure about our relationship. She was scared that she was moving too fast, or that I thought she was using me or whatever. I didn’t think that, just so you know. She was lovely, and I tried my hardest to let her know I really liked her. But it just didn’t work, you know? Oh well.” Ashton was rambling but you barely caught any of it. You were thinking about what he said. It wasn’t normal. You knew he wasn’t trying to be mean, he was just drunk and didn’t have much of a filter.
Pulling into your and Calum’s driveway you got out quickly, unlocking the front door to let everybody in. It wasn’t that you were insecure about your relationship with Calum, never. It was not about that at all, but you were still embarrassed that you had been asked about that in front of Calum. “Is this for us, y/n?” Sierra asked from the kitchen. You padded in to see her looking at all the baking you did.
“Yeah! Yeah, this batch is for you! That’s for you guys, Mike. Ash these are yours.” you passed out the batches and they all thanked you with hugs before piling onto the couch to talk. You made your way up the stairs and took off your outfit, changing into something more comfortable. You quickly took off your makeup before going downstairs to mingle for a while longer.
“Ugh, finally.” Calum sighed as he climbed under the covers. You remained relatively quiet throughout the night, trying to think of a way to explain to Calum why you did what you did. “Hey, please look at me, sweet girl.” You turned on your side. “You don’t have to explain anything if you don’t want. Ashton was drunk and rambling, I’m not mad or anything. And I really hope that you’re not insecure about our relationship. I’d hate to think I lead you to believe you’re anything but the best thing in my life.”
“I’m not insecure. It’s something else.”
“I’m here if you want to talk, and if you don’t want to I don’t mind. I won’t push.”
“It’s about consent.” you blurted.
“Consent?” Calum quirked his head.
“I don’t want to talk about this when you’re not sober.”
“Hey, hey, that’s fine if you don’t want to talk but I do want you to know that I’m completely sober right now, have been for a few hours now.”
“It’s just…” you trailed off, “you should be able to give consent.” Calum nodded. “And I know what it’s like when you don’t give consent and people do whatever they want anyway.” you swallowed the lump in your throat.
“What- are- did something happen? Are you okay?” Calum sat up quickly, grabbing your upper arms.
“I’m- no I’m okay! That’s- I wasn’t talking about that!” Calum sagged into your chest, breathing out a sigh of relief. “I’m talking about you.”
Calum’s eyebrows furrowed, “That’s never- I mean, I’ve never been through that, though.”
“You have though! Even if you don’t see it as that. When fans come up to you! And they hug you without asking, or kiss your cheek without asking if it’s okay. Or they try to kiss you! Or- or when they encroach on your space. They don’t always ask. And I figured the least I could do was make sure it was okay if I did that stuff, since they don’t.” you shrugged and looked away from him. You felt foolish for admitting it, especially since Calum hadn’t even noticed it. Maybe you were looking to far into things. You looked up quickly when you heard Calum gasp. You were startled to see tears running down his cheeks and his eyes red-rimmed. “Cal-” he wrapped his hand around your leg, “I’m so sorry.” you tried to apologize.
“Don’t…” he trailed off and you kept quiet, tears of your own burning your eyes. “That’s not for you to worry about.” he whispered.
“Yes it is! You’re my boyfriend, and sometimes people don’t respect your privacy and that’s… that’s not okay.” avoiding his gaze, still, you played with Duke’s tail that was resting in between you and Calum.
“No, no I mean, I love that you’re looking out for me, it means the world. But you don’t have to ask. It’s not a problem that you have to worry about. I’ll tell you if I don’t want to kiss you, or hug you, or hold your hand. Though I don’t think I’ll ever not want to do that stuff with you. I love you. And I can’t believe that you took it upon yourself to make up for the fans that can’t respect our space, but you don’t have to try to fix it, okay? I love you, forever, my love.” you looked up at him, and, for the first time in your relationship, you leaned into him, pressing your lips to his without asking. It was short-lived, however, when Calum pulled back only a few seconds after you kissed him.
“What-?” you started to ask but stopped when you saw Calum’s wide grin.
“Nothing, nothing. It’s just that I’m so in love with you. And that’s the first time you’ve kissed me without asking. I loved it.” you pressed your face into his chest, hiding your face. He tilted your chin up and looked down at you, lovingly, “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, y/n.”
A/N: Guys, I know it’s been like six months I’m so so sorry.
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The tension between Olivia and her twin was thick during the car ride to her apartment. Both too prideful to break the silence, neither of them said anything until they reached the parking lot. Olivia reached for the door handle, but stopped herself from getting out. “I know you mean well, but I really don’t need you hunting me down and almost getting into a fight for no reason.”
“It wasn’t for no reason. I saw that video of Hood telling that guy to leave you alone.”
“Yeah, he was protecting me. And, anyway, the guy left. I was fine. You must’ve seen that in the video, too.”
He frowned. “I told you, I don’t trust Hood. Why were you even there? You know how he feels about me.”
Olivia bit her lip. She did know how Calum felt about her brother. And she was seeing him anyway. “Cara’s dating one of his best friends. I have to hang out with him sometimes.”
“I know.” He frowned, clutching the steering wheel. “But a party? Really?”
“Just…” Olivia sighed. “I’m sorry if me being friendly with him feels like a betrayal, but I can’t just cut him out for you. I love Cara, and she wants me to be friends with Luke, which means being around Calum. But you don’t get to use me as an excuse to start a fight.”
With that, she got out of the car. Once she was upstairs and safely in her apartment she pulled out her phone, seeing a few texts from Cara. Among the ones asking if she was okay and how things went with Oliver, there was one that let her know that the guys had found out about her and Calum’s relationship.
Olivia felt a ball of nerves grow in her stomach as she remembered all of the times Michael taunted her brother during an argument. She wondered if her name would come up the next time they saw each other. She hoped not. She didn’t know Michael very well, but hoped his loyalty to Calum would be enough to keep him quiet.
She rubbed her eyes and sighed, more than ready to go to sleep, but then Jessie stepped out of her bedroom. Apparently, Oliver wasn’t the only person who’d seen the video. Jessie, who had been at work and couldn’t go to the party with them, had a lot of questions about what she’d missed. Olivia did her best to fill her in and finally came clean about Calum. As much as she didn’t want anyone else to know, she knew that Jessie would be hurt if she found out that Cara knew and she didn’t.
After swearing her friend to secrecy, Olivia went into her room. She changed into some pajamas and sat on her bed, leaning against the headboard as she called Calum. As tired as she was, she knew that he deserved to know what happened. She couldn’t leave him in the dark. She hoped he would still be up, but it was nearing three in the morning, and he probably had training the next day.
It only rang once before he answered. “Liv?”
“Hey, Cal. Ollie sure knows how to crash a party, huh?”
He chuckled, but when he spoke, she could hear the nerves in his voice. “How was the ride home?”
“Tense. Neither of us really said anything. I was expecting a lot more yelling.”
“Did I come up?”
“Of course you did. He despises you, Cal. But if you mean did we come up, then no.” When he hesitated, Olivia took a guess as to what he was thinking. “I still… I don’t want this to end, if you’re worried about that. Oliver showing up was unexpected and, frankly, scared the shit out of me, but I don’t want to give up before we’ve even given us a chance.”
“You don’t?”
“No. I do feel like a shitty sister for dating a man who can’t stand my twin brother, though.” She took a deep breath, not sure she was ready to open the can of worms that was their rivalry. “Why do you guys fight so much, anyway?”
“Wouldn’t have a problem if he didn’t go out of his way to fuck with me. You and I both know he’s the one that started all of this shit.”
Olivia sighed. She wanted to stand up for her brother, even though she knew Calum was right. “Let’s just… not think about him for now, yeah?”
“Okay.” Olivia wasn’t sure how to respond. All she could think about was her brother. It was a relief when Calum continued. “Let’s talk about our first date instead. How’s next Wednesday?”
“Perfect.”
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That Sunday, as Olivia was getting ready for their next match, she stopped in front of her mirror. She looked at the jersey she was wearing and bit her bottom lip. She’d never really thought about it before, but she wondered how Calum felt seeing her in it; in her brother’s colors instead of his.
After a few moments of consideration, she decided that she should support him somehow. Even if no one would be able to tell. She thought about putting on bright red lipstick, but that would be too obvious. If there was even a stitch of red on her, Oliver would undoubtedly throw a fit. She wanted to do something, though.
She finished getting ready and hurried to the stadium to meet her family. When she got to their usual seats, she frowned. Her younger sister, Ophelia, was sitting there alone, texting. Olivia looked around as she took her seat. “Are mum and dad not here?”
Ophelia looked up and sighed. “Sick. Someone gave dad the flu and mum caught it from him. Didn’t stop them from making me come, though.”
Olivia chuckled at the younger girl. “You know how Oliver would react if we missed a game.”
“He’s so dramatic.” She groaned. “Doesn’t he know that I have more exciting ways to spend my time?”
Olivia laughed at her sister’s complaints, even though she’d felt the same way when she was sixteen and had been forced to go to his high school games. The girls looked down to where their brother was on the field. Olivia frowned as she watched him turn to where Calum and his team were warming up. She didn’t hear what he said, but judging from the way Calum’s face twisted, it had been something provocative.
“He’s starting a fight again.” She sighed, hoping that Calum would take the high road.
“Of course he is. He hates Calum. I probably would, too, if I was him.” Her sister said, calmly. “Calum Hood is a sexy son of a bitch. He’s probably jealous.”
Olivia burst out laughing. “Lia!”
“What? Mum’s not here.” She smiled cheekily. “Besides, I know you think so, too.”
She found herself blushing. In the past, when they talked about guys that they found hot, Calum had been a pretty regular topic of conversation. Ever since she moved out, they didn’t really see each other one on one, and their girl talks had stopped. She missed talking to Ophelia; she wished she could tell her why she was concerned about a fight breaking out.
Her eyes trailed to Michael, and she remembered her fears from after the party. She knew that if Calum and Oliver got into it, he would jump in to take some of the heat off of his friend. She just wasn’t sure where he would draw the line. There was a real possibility that their secret would be out by the end of the game.
As they talked, she kept her eyes locked on the men on the field. Thankfully, after a short discussion, Calum went back to whatever drill he was practicing with Michael, and Oliver stalked back to his own team. As if he could feel his eyes on her, he looked up and immediately found them. She saw his attention move down to her chest. His focused expression morphed into a scowl, and Olivia found herself smirking; she had her answer. He hated seeing her in those colors.
Normally, when they were playing each other Olivia had no problem keeping her eyes off of Calum. Her attention would stay on Oliver because he was her brother and he was the one she was rooting for. During that particular game, though, Olivia found it difficult to stop looking at him. She wasn’t sure if it was because their relationship had changed or something else, but at one point, when he maneuvered around Oliver and scored, she’d even cheered and started to stand before she realized what she was doing.
She quickly sat back down, and Ophelia gave her a strange look. She shrugged and turned her attention back to the game, hoping that no one else had noticed. For the rest of the game, her focus was more on keeping her eyes on her brother than actually seeing what he was doing.
Calum’s team won. When her sister wasn’t looking, she sent him a text that promised he’d get a congratulatory treat later. Thankfully, as the teams packed up and left the field, neither Calum nor Oliver said anything to each other.
Olivia and Ophelia made their way out of the stadium once both teams went to their respective locker rooms. Most of the time, they would all go out to eat after a game. On days that Oliver lost, though, he tended to be a little too worked up to be in public. Especially if it was Calum that he lost to.
They decided to wait at Olivia’s car while he changed and showered. Once they got away from anyone who may overhear them, Ophelia raised her eyebrows. “So can we talk about you cheering for Calum?”
“I was zoned out. I wasn’t paying attention to who scored.” She defended, hoping that her sister would believe her.
“Oh.. Okay.” Ophelia sounded skeptical, but didn’t question the older girl. “Hopefully Ollie doesn’t find out. He was already upset enough about you being at that party the other day.”
“How do you know about that?”
“He wouldn’t shut up about it. He was so mad, it was like he’d found you in Calum’s bed or something.”
Olivia let out a deep sigh. “He needs to get laid.”
Ophelia snorted. “For real. Maybe we can set him up with someone. Jessie’s single, right?”
“Gross, no. Not my flatmate.”
“Okay, fine. You have to know someone, though.”
“Why does it have to be my job? Why can’t you find someone?”
“Everyone I know is sixteen.” Liv pressed her lips together and mentally facepalmed. Ophelia grinned. “Let’s get coffee and make a game plan. Wednesday?”
Olivia nodded. Her date with Calum wouldn’t be until that night, so a midday coffee date with her sister would work. They talked for a little longer before Oliver stormed over, tugging his coat on as he mumbled to himself.
Olivia felt a weight on her chest. Oliver’s shoulders were slumped with the defeat as he approached them. She and Ophelia shared a knowing look. If he couldn’t even fake a positive attitude for the walk to them, there was no way he could handle the jeering from Calum’s fans that would inevitably follow them wherever they tried to eat.
“Why don’t we go back to my place for lunch? I’ll cook for us.” Olivia suggested when he finally reached them. Oliver didn’t say anything, but she saw his shoulders relax slightly as relief filled his eyes.
It turns out that a nice, calm lunch with his sisters was just what Oliver needed. It wasn’t long before the loss seemed to be completely forgotten, and they were all laughing and joking. After they ate, Ophelia suggested that they play some board games. The twins, who had always been competitive eagerly agreed, and began arguing about what to play. Olivia didn’t want to play monopoly because it takes so long, Oliver didn’t want to play scrabble because Olivia (an english grad student) had an unfair advantage, and neither wanted to play a card game, so they ended up settling on Sorry.
It had been a long time since the siblings had hung out. Olivia wished that she could enjoy it more, but there was a hole in her chest preventing that. The girls tried their best to keep Oliver’s mind off of Calum, but every once in a while a comment would slip out, and Olivia had to fight the urge to stand up for him. She just didn’t understand what had made Oliver hate him so much. They’d always been competitive, but it had been playful, friendly until one day when Oliver came home pissed about something that he’d overheard Calum say. He never told her what it had been, but she knew her brother well enough to know that he was being overdramatic, especially to have kept the grudge for so long. Maybe if she could figure out what Calum had said, she could talk to them both and they could work everything out.
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“Please, tell me you didn’t.” Crystal sighed, looking at Kayla.
“I did.” Kayla whined, burying her face in her pillow.
“Kayla, if Michael finds out you and Calum fucked, he’s going to be pissed. Do you remember how mad he was when Ashton accidentally touched your boob?” Crystal raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, which is why Michael can’t know that Calum and I hooked up.” Kayla sighed. “He also can’t know that I want to do it again.”
“Stop it. You can’t do that.” Crystal said, kicking Kayla’s shin gently.
“Crystal, you’re fucking my brother. You don’t get to tell me not to fuck Calum, you’re not related.” Kayla rolled onto her side and leaned up on her elbow, her head resting on her palm. “I just really enjoyed being fucked by Calum.”
“Stop saying that out loud, Michael’s gonna be home any minute.” Crystal laughed quietly. “Has he seen your new tattoo yet?”
“No, and I don’t think he will. It’s not exactly in a spot Mike sees.”
“What’s not?” Michael asked, standing in the doorway of Kayla’s room.
“Kayla’s new tattoo.” Crystal said, turning to look at Michael.
“Lemme see.” Michael said, sitting on the bed next to Crystal. Kayla lifted her shirt and showed Michael the fresh ink, a detailed arrow above the wispy words “follow your arrow.”
“Calum did it for me.” Kayla said, hoping he wouldn’t press the issue of the placement.
“He knows you’re yee yee.” Michael said, and Kayla scoffed.
“You’re the yee yee that moved us here.” She huffed, hitting Michael with her pillow.
“Cut it out.” Crystal said, taking the pillow. “My God, you’re like children.”
“No, we’re like siblings.” Michael grinned as he sent a gentle punch to Kayla’s arm. “Anyways, I have to take care of some stuff, so I need you to drop Kayla off at Calum’s office.” Michael said, looking at Crystal.
“Why Calum’s?” Crystal asked, side glancing at Kayla.
“Can’t I go with you?” Kayla asked, looking at Michael.
“I have to do this alone. Calum’s the only one available right now. Ashton’s booked with clients and Luke’s managing the bar.” Michael said, getting off the bed. “Get her there now, please.” Michael pressed a quick kiss to Kayla’s head and one to Crystal’s lips. “I love you both.”
“Bye, Mike.” Kayla sighed, rolling off the bed as Michael walked out of the apartment.
“He’s really putting you back with Calum as if Calum’s gonna do anything other than fuck you senseless.” Crystal shook her head and stood up.
“Should I put on something a little more sexy?” Kayla wiggled her eyebrows, causing Crystal to giggle.
“You’re a freak.” She laughed softly. “You’re fine in that, let’s go.”
***
“What do you mean nothing got delivered?” Calum asked into the phone. Kayla spun around in her chair, nearly dying of boredom. She had been in Calum’s office for a little over two hours now, and all she had done was listen to Calum argue with various employees and customers. “Alright, just keep an eye out, okay? Precious cargo.” Calum said, nearly slamming the receiver down.
“Your job is so boring.” Kayla sighed, continuing to spin around in the desk chair.
“You’re gonna make yourself throw up doing that.” Calum said, his eyes not leaving his computer.
“Throwing up would at least give me something to do.” Kayla whined, pressing her feet into the carpet to stop her chair from spinning.
“Why don’t you go help Millie with the filing? That’ll give you something to do.” Calum said, picking up the office phone. Kayla sighed heavily before getting out of her chair and leaving Calum’s office. She closed the door behind her and walked over to the receptionist’s desk.
“Do you guys have a break room here?” She asked, leaning against the desk.
“Down the hall, to the left.” The receptionist, April, said. Her voice was monotone and her dress was bland. Kayla sighed to herself and walked down the hallway and entered the break room, opening the fridge. She saw a container with Calum’s name on it and swiftly pulled it out. She opened the tupperware and giggled to herself.
“Always was a fan of Michael’s cooking.” She mumbled before grabbing a fork and taking a quick bite of the cold marsala. She closed the tupperware and placed it back in the fridge.
“Hey, there. Would you mind helping me out with something quickly?” Kayla looked up at the unfamiliar voice.
“Uh, sure.” She shrugged, walking over to the tall man.
“I just need you to stand here and watch for a delivery. I have to take a call for a client.” The man said, leading her down the stairs.
“Oh, okay.” She said, looking around the dock. The man walked away, leaving Kayla alone. She sat on one of the boxes and rested her elbows on her knees and her chin on her palms. “I was more entertained in Calum’s office.” Kayla huffed to herself, tapping her foot on the tile. She had hoped the man would be back before the delivery came, but with her luck, the truck came and the man was nowhere in sight.
“You work here?” The driver asked, handing her a clipboard.
“Yes.” She lied, signing off on the delivery. She handed the clipboard back to the driver and he glanced down at her signature.
“You’re Michael Clifford’s sister?” He looked at her.
“Yeah, how do you know Michael?” Kayla asked, looking at the driver.
“We’ve got beef, and you’re gonna help me end it.” He said, pulling out a gun and pressing it against Kayla’s stomach. “Make a sound and I’ll kill you right here.” She wanted to scream, but she was frozen. The driver grabbed Kayla’s arm and ushered her into the back of his truck.
“Please..” Kayla tried to beg, but the sound was caught in her throat. Flashbacks raced through her mind as the driver tied her hands behind her back and closed the back of the truck. She felt paralyzed as the truck began to move. She knew it had been a mere few minutes since the truck left Calum’s office, but it felt like hours. She could feel her heart pounding and her blood coursing through her veins, the sound deafening. Then, the truck stopped.
***
Calum was frantic. He looked everywhere and Michael was going to be there any second. “Have you seen Kayla?” He asked, stopping at the receptionist’s desk.
“Who?” April asked, barely making eye contact with her boss.
“Tall, blonde hair, green eyes. She was wearing a neon green sweater and black leggings.” Calum rolled his eyes.
“She asked where the break room was about 2 hours ago. Haven’t seen her since then.” April shrugged.
“I checked there.” Calum groaned.
“Then, I don’t know.” April shook her head and turned back to her phone. Calum slammed his fist down on the desk as he stormed away.
“Enrique, have you seen a tall blonde girl wearing a green shirt?” Calum asked as he passed his shipment supervisor.
“Yeah, I asked her to watch for a delivery. The boxes are there, but I figured she just left.” Enrique said, handing Calum the package slip.
“Are you fucking stupid?! This packing slip is from Heinz Mills. They haven’t delivered to us in nearly 5 goddamn years. You didn’t think that was fucking suspicious?!” Calum yelled, the vein in his neck pulsing.
“I didn’t sign for it, I didn’t notice it until she was already gone. I didn’t even know who she was.” Enrique pleaded.
“She’s about to be fucking dead.” Calum said, crumpling up the packing slip. “Clear out your desk. You’re fired. If I ever see you back here, I will not hesitate to rip you apart.” Calum seethed.
“Calum, where’s Kayla?” Michael asked, walking into the bullpen where Calum stood in front of Enrique.
“She’s fucking gone, Mike. The Raiders took her and they’re probably bringing her to Dixon.” Calum said, storming past Michael and into his office.
“I gave you one simple instruction. You weren’t supposed to let her out of your sight!” Michael yelled, following Calum into his office.
“She was getting restless just sitting her, so I told her to help Millie with the filing. Clearly, she didn’t listen. Fucking Enrique made her sit and wait for a delivery, but Taggart got her instead.” Calum said, sitting in his chair. He picked up his phone and dialed Ashton’s number.
“I trusted you to look out for my sister. It hasn’t even been a month since the last attack!”
“You don’t think I know that?! Mike, I thought she would be safe with Millie. I gave her the most isolated job in the building to keep her occupied. This isn’t my fault!” Calum yelled, before turning back to his phone. “Ash, Kayla’s gone. The Raiders got her and they’re taking her to Dixon. Cancel your appointments and meet us down there.”
“I should’ve taken her with me.” Michael shook his head, following Calum to the parking garage.
“No, that would’ve been more dangerous. She can’t go with you to your sales. Do you know how many times you’ve been jumped while supplying? Imagine what would happen if your junkies saw you with a girl like her. She’s safer with us.”
“She’s clearly not safe with you.” Michael rolled his eyes, sliding into Calum’s Range Rover.
“She’s safer with me than she is with you. Now shut up and track her phone.” Calum said as he pulled out of the garage, speeding down the side street. He parked in front of Dixon’s bakery, a front for the narcotics he sold with each donut.
“Her phone says she’s at the office. She must have left it there.” Michael sighed and got out of the car. Ashton pulled up behind Calum’s car and got out, Luke getting out of the passenger seat.
“What the hell happened?” Ashton asked, walking over to Calum and Michael.
“Calum was negligent and let my sister get fucking taken.” Michael said, walking into the bakery.
“Well, if it isn’t Michael Clifford and his ratpack.” Dixon smirked, pulling off his gloves. “What brings you to Sunshine Creamery today?”
“You know exactly why we’re here.” Michael glared at him. “Where’s my sister?”
“Oh, you mean little Kayla? She’s doing just fine. In fact, I think she’s enjoying some quality time with a dear friend of mine. Perhaps you remember him from the day you shot his eye out.” Dixon smirked at Michael.
“Where is she?!” Michael yelled, pulling out his gun.
“Fuck this.” Calum said, jumping over the counter and grabbing Dixon by the collar. “Where the fuck is Kayla?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Dixon smirked. “You have fun in Ashton’s tattoo shop?” He raised an eyebrow and a sense of concern floated across Calum’s eyes.
“How do you know about that?” He growled lowly.
“I know everything.” Dixon smirked. “Now, unless you want Michael to know what you and his baby sister have done, I’d suggest letting me go.” Calum hesitated for a moment before releasing Dixon’s collar.
“Bring her out here.” Calum said, his hands over his gun.
“This is gonna be fun.” Dixon smirked to himself and walked into the back room. He came out, pushing Kayla in front of himself as a human shield, his gun pressed into her side. Her arms were tied behind her back and her mouth was taped shut. Blood dripped from her temple and the dried tear tracks on her cheeks showed her pain.
“Let her go.” Calum said, pulling out his gun.
“You think your guns scare me?” Dixon laughed dryly. “If you want me to let her go, you’re going to have to put your guns on the counter. All of you.” Kayla whimpered as Dixon tightened his grip on her sore wrists and pressed the barrel of his gun deeper into her ribs.
“Okay, okay, just don’t hurt her.” Michael pleaded, putting his gun on the counter. The boys followed suit, their eyes never leaving Dixon.
“Perfect.” Dixon smirked, removing his gun from Kayla’s side. He pulled the tape from Kayla’s mouth and wiped her tears. “Save those for when you really need them.” His smirk widened as he lifted his gun, pulling the trigger.
Calum was on the couch when Luke, Michael, and Ashton returned. His senses seemed dulled with the exhaustion of doing nothing all day. Still, as soon as their footfalls came within of him, he was lightning with brown hair and a quick bite. To Calum, they looked slightly drunk -- wide-eyed and exhausted on adrenaline. He wasn't aware that they were side effects of something beyond his imagination.
Michael's hair was a mess beneath, even more so than usual, undoubtedly due to him raking his hands through his hair. He was half-dead, and the bags under his eyes were a blatant tell. He was bones coated in weariness and exhaustion. Still, he resembled a model in comparison to Luke.
Luke's eyes -- usually a bright ocean -- were the Dead Sea. As a leader, he lived up to the exceptional expectations The Devil set for him -- often exceeding them -- but, now, he was hunched over and all the muscles he had seemed to melt away, leaving him as a boy, a boy with too much weight on his shoulders. Still, he was angelic when next to Ashton.
Ashton was nothing but sorrow. His eyes were black, his hair was grey, his heart wasn't beating. He was nothing wearing skin. Calum was so blinded by rage, he didn't notice.
His hands trembled at his side as he stood from his spot on the couch. "Where the fuck have you three been?" He asked calmly, his voice teetering on the edge of nonchalantly and insanity. The flames of Hell burned in his eyes.
"Out," Luke answered curtly, making his way from the doorway to the first guest room -- where he frequently lurked. Calum, who usually would have backed down at the tone in his superior's voice, was quick to clamp his teeth on the answer.
Calum followed him down the hall as Ashton and Michael watched uncomfortably from the living room. "Out? Out?" He snarled as Luke continued walking briskly. "You leave me out of the loop for a day -- complete with ignoring my fucking calls --, and you explain yourself by saying you were out?" Calum was furious and, frankly, drunk. His passion overcame the logic that usually held his reins.
Luke was quick to nip that passion at the bud, turning around so quickly Calum bumped into him. His teeth seemed to have points as he growled, "Listen, I don’t care how pissed you are, you will not forget that I am first in command and you will not question me with such blatant disrespect, do you understand me?"
Even the paintings recoiled at the harshness in his words, but Calum didn't move -- didn't breathe, in fact. "My apologies," He said, dipping his chin in begrudging respect. "It won't happen again."
Steadily, he marched down the rest of the hall. The only sound -- despite the bustling city around them -- was the click of his shoes against the hardwood floor. The door closed with a quiet click, causing the whole apartment to loose a breath they didn't realize they were holding.
"Nice job, Luke." Michael finally said. His voice echoed around the room, despite the furniture. "Now, he has two reasons to kill us." The silence that followed his statement was thick enough to swim through.
"No," Ashton said -- quietly, timidly. He was someone else, not the loud, boisterous man his friends knew him as. He was a timid little boy with a body too big for his bones and too small for his fears. "No, he doesn't,"
Michael and Luke stared at Ashton as he rubbed at his eyes, leaning against the counter without his usual confidence. With his unusual uncertainty.
"What do you mean?" Luke asked, eyes wide with panic. "What do you mean 'no, he doesn't'?"
"I mean," Ashton said, guilty assurance claiming his expression. He bit his lip feverishly, pulling a small packet of, seemingly, sugar from his left pocket, "I didn't do it."
♚
Now, children, most people will tell you that The Devil is the personification of all sins -- that he is evil and that devils are simply humans without conscious. Tragically, stories and word-of-mouth have reinterpreted the definition of Devil.
Humans of the modern era believe Lucifer was stripped of all titles, tossed to Hell without care. However, the truth is, Lucifer -- as He is most commonly referred to -- was, and is, God -- as She is more commonly referred to-- 's equal. They both believed in justice and goodness. Whereas The Angel preferred praising the good, The Devil preferred punishing the evil, and all their followers were divided by which the one would prefer.
They are the Yin and Yang, though not as starkly as people tend to believe. Devils are angels, too. Precisely how angels are devils -- not that either party would admit to it.
So, do not beware the devils nor the angels, for they are well-meaning and (more often than not) wise. Fear humans. For, though some are just as well-meaning, not all are. We are the monsters we've been hiding from -- shadows are too often the lighter in the relationship.
♚
Lucy walked down the street, moving slick like smoke in the street's tight grip. Her teeth became candy -- sugary sweet in her mouth -- as she thought fondly back to her coffee date with Ashton. Her smirk spread across her gentle face as she recalled their, admittedly, less than pleasant meeting. Actually, Lucy silently chuckled, I believe this is the very-
Something, or, more specifically, someone, threw her train of thought off of the rails as she collided with someone's broad shoulder. This time, she hadn't a chance to regain her footing, tumbling right onto her ass.
Almost instantly, the broad shoulder extended a hand, apologizing profusely. "Oh, shit me," Lucy said aloud without a chance to correct her error. She cringed as the broad chest hauled her up, laughing the whole time.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" The voice, low and lovely, asked with a teasing tone. Her heart fluttered as the name shifted in her mind searching for the match in her head.
Her cheeks glowed red. "Sorry, I meant fuck-" She looked up. Her heart stopped beating. The sun was high and shining. She thought God was blessing them, blissfully unaware of the truth. Against the sky, he was a shadow. Still, he could have been invisible, she would have known it was him one way or another.
His name was Calum, his voice was velvet -- soft and smooth and the fire threatening to burn her --, and he made her eyes roll back. How had she not recognized her voice? She didn't know.
Lucy cleared her throat, embarrassment blatant in her voice, "I, uh," Her cheeks were redder than her hair, blazing like the flames of Hell. "I meant fuck me," She said quietly.
She'd expected teasing, her mouth tumbling agape as Calum looked down bashfully, his eyes as warm as his rosy cheeks. Despite his icy demeanour, he was a hearth, and he warmed the coldest corners of her heart.
"Oh."
The silence overcame them, but they didn't mind. It felt like home.
"I'm sorry," Calum said with a chuckle, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. "I know this is spontaneous, but are you busy?"
Lucy smiled, opening her mouth to respond, but Calum was quick to --interrupt.
"I mean, you don't have to. Hell, you're probably on your way to some date, right? I'm sorry, this was stupid, I guess you'll be-"
"Calum!" Lucy chimed with a giggle -- oh, how he loved the way she spoke his name -- while mentally memorizing his face. "I would love to."
♚
An old couple watched in silence as the two youngins spoke with rosy cheeks and quiet giggles. Rosa and Tom had been married for thirty years, their love never wavering.
Rosa turned to Tom with admiration in her eyes. "Do you remember when we were young -- when we were too awkward with too many gangly limbs to properly say I love you?" Tom let out a breathy laugh, wheezing lightly, and still not stopping.
"Of course I do, though I don't think I was too gangly, per se-"
Rosa slapped his shoulder kindly. "Oh, not this again, you old bastard," He laughed at her, holding her hand.
"It's true! I wouldn't have traded you for the lotto, and I still wouldn't." She smiled at him. Her eyes had wrinkles in the corner now, and she had to slow down and wait for him to catch up every now and then, but they knew they wouldn't rather be anywhere else.
"I hope she treats him well," Said Rosa, her white hair glistening like snow in the sun.
Tom nodded sweetly, turning to her in turn. "I hope that little Asian treats her well, too."
"Little? He's double your size, old man."
He smiled at her, his old teeth still sparkling in the sun. "I love you, too." Then they kissed, and they lived many more years on the same bench saying the same thing about different couples. A life well-lived, if you asked them.
♚
Calum and Lucy were panicking, though neither of them would know it. Their minds were hurricanes of "Does my breath smell?" "Should I hold her hand?" "Is he doing this out of pity?" and "Where are we going?".
After walking for about ten minutes in icy silence, Calum stopped abruptly. Lucy followed suit, her head swivelling towards the small shop before them.
It was small, no doubt about that. A small house converted into a record shop. She could make that much from the appearance and the sign, but not much more. The window boxes were home to clusters of flowers in blooms of red, black, and white. The walls -- a matching red -- were covered in graffiti. At first, Lucy frowned in disappointment. Milliseconds later she noticed that this was not vandalism, this was art. Drawings, poems, lyrics, quotes screamed at her lovingly from the wall as she walked closer to Calum. "Sorry, I was on my way here when I bumped into you. I hope you don't mind," He said quickly, his voice racing light. "If you do, that's fine, I can do it another day." Once he finished, he inhaled sharply, sucking his teeth anxiously.
Lucy said nothing, but she walked into the store. Her breath flew from her lungs, her lips parting in awe. Calum caught up quickly. "Are you okay? Do you not like it? We can go," He said, taking her hand in his and pulling her away gently.
"No," Lucy said, her voice skipping on clouds, "It's beautiful." And it was. Inside were stacks and shelves of records. By genre, by artist, by date. It was the type of beautiful chaos that brought her to the city. Calum nodded with a sheepish smile, attempting to tug his hand away.
"No, wait!" Lucy said, more loudly than she intended. (Thankfully, the store was mostly empty.) "Um," She cleared her throat as her nerves flared. "Can we stay like this?"
Calum squeezed, smiling. "I'd like that."
Lucy looked away, hiding the smile that bloomed on her face, pink like the prettiest of lilies. She dragged him this way and that with squeals of shock and delight. Calum laughed and smiled the whole time, not uttering a single complaint. "I thought I was the one who needed to come here," He said with a smirk. Luna hid behind curtains of her hair in sweet shame. He extended a hand, brushing the stray hair behind her ear. He retracted his hand shyly before pulling Lucy behind him, shopping quickly and quietly.
Lucy couldn't help but admire him. The way his lips quirked in the corner when he saw something he adored, how his eyes lit up, the bend of his shoulders, the curve of his back. Any and everything a regular person wouldn't notice, she noticed. He turned around, and she quickly averted her gaze, suddenly finding the ceiling tiles fascinating.
She turned back to find Calum attempting to shield a smirk. "I'm just gonna pay, and then we can go, is that good?" She nodded, but when he tried to leave her, she only trailed after him sweetly.
Calum and the man at the counter, who's name Lucy instantly forgot, shared some witty banter before Calum and Lucy left. He had a bag in one hand and the girl he loved in the other. He couldn't be happier.
"Sorry about that," He said with a grin as their hands swung back and forth between them. "But, I have no more errands, so the next choice is yours." He smiled, twirling her and pulling her closer. Their breath mingled, their heartbeats erratic and terrifying.
"Where to now?" She smiled at him, taking his hand in hers as she pulled him down the street gleefully. Happily.
♚
Janey and Leo were married for fifty-four years before she died. Michael lived for another three months before they were reunited. They are together in peace now, singing and talking and loving without a time limit. Having Leo without Janey was sadder than either of their deaths, honestly.
His funeral wasn't black and white, it was colorful -- like he'd requested. Everyone wore blue -- Janey's favorite color -- and danced, reminiscing and telling stories and laughing. It was just like having Janey and Leo there, too. Since, whenever they were together, they never spoke to anyone but each other.
Their children, whom they loved very much and who loved them very much, cremated them and blended their ashes together before spreading them in the river behind the record store where they met.
Janey and Leo spent the rest of forever swimming in their love. A life well-lived, if you ask them.
♚
Lucy tugged Calum for eight blocks before she finally stopped and darted into a tiny shop. Without walls or doors, the ice cream shop was open-aired and charming. Though it was small and simple, it was successful and one of Lucy's favorite places. Calum followed her in, ducking on his way from the low ceiling, blushing slightly at the looks he got. When he arrived, Lucy was ordering animatedly for the both of them.
Once she'd finished, she returned to him with a wide grin and faint blush. "I hope you don't mind," She led them to a small table in the corner. The sun was in his eyes, but he didn't flinch. She was brighter, and he couldn't take his eyes off of her. "I ordered for you. I wanted you to try my favorite, I suppose that was a little selfish," She chuckled, mentally scolding herself relentlessly.
"It's definitely fair," He said with a smile. "Since I bought you a record."
Her eyes lit up with excitement the moments the words parted his lips. "Really? You didn't have to," She insisted, though a dopey smile settled on her lips. "But," She tripped over her words as he smiled at her from behind his milkshake. "But," She took a sip, letting the chocolate foam coat her tongue, breathed it in. "Thank you, Cal,"
He melted in his seat. "I mean if I can call you that -- if you want me to call you that." She rushed out, nervous and unsure and shaky. "I can stop if you-"
"I do want you to call me that." He reached across the table and took her hand in his. "I do," He said it with a warm smile, with full intentions to repeat that phrase to her again, many years from then. They finished their milkshakes with lovey eyes and lovely silence.
"Is it my turn again?" Calum asked, licking the remaining whipped cream from his lips. Lucy nodded, saying a polite thank-you to the waitress as she slipped a twenty-dollar bill in her pocket.
Per night, Lucy made as much as some people would in a week. An attractive, friendly girl like her in one of the city's most popular bars made more than just one pretty penny. “Where are we going, Cal?” The name was chocolate in her mouth, it delighted her almost as much as it delighted him.
“Do you trust me?“
He had a mischievous grin painted on and, deep down, she felt a voice screaming for her to not accept his invitation. Still, her heart beat too loudly for it to make a sound. Her answer ignited an aroma of roses and something else she couldn’t quite name around them, she ignored that, too. “Yes.”
“Then follow me.”
She did follow him. The other smell was the scent of blood.
♚
Ivy and Daniel were inseparable. Just three years old, the infants were in love. Their parents sat several metres away, postponing the inevitable separation. Earlier, Daniel's father had attempted to tug him away, but he'd screamed. So loudly, the nearby buildings trembled, and the sky rattled.
Ivy stood on wobbly, waddled a metre away to a small patch of flowers, and returned to her sweetheart on their little blanket with a little cluster of pinks, purples, and blues clenched tightly in her fist.
Daniel's cheeks turned rosy, and she tucked a bud the shade of his cheeks behind his ear. In return, he placed a flower the shade of her eyes behind her ears.
This exchange happened in silence, as they were too young to speak. Still, it was fine. Their love was too grand for words, anyways.
They were so enthralled with each other that they didn't notice the car speeding down the street next to them.
♚
Lucy and Calum laughed rowdily as they walked aside the flowing river. The silence had finally popped, like a glossy bubble, and their conversations were wild and honest. He made Lucy feel beyond human, she made Calum feel human.
"This has been a lovely day," She sighed into his arm -- which she clutched onto tightly. He hummed an agreement. "We should do this again sometime," Lucy felt sweat bead on her forehead, her nerves getting the better of her.
"Yeah, I'd like that," Calum said with a small grin. "Can I, uh," He cleared his throat awkwardly, turning to face her. "Can I kiss you?"
Lucy couldn't help the laugh fizzle from her lips. The man so eager to control her that night a lifetime ago had become a timid little boy. "Yes," She said, wrapping her arms around his neck. She stood on her tip-toes, leaning forward when, all of a sudden-
"Ah, ah, ah," Calum tutted. "What's the magic word?"
She scoffed at him but obliged. "Yes, please."
And then they drowned in each other, rather than the lake.
♚
"So, just to be clear, you all disobeyed me," He brought up the first finger. "Lied to me," The second. "And then were foolish enough to think I wouldn't find out?" The third.
Luke, Michael, and Ashton stood in obedient silent. Words had left them at the gate to Hell. Now, they were more than ashamed. They were afraid.
"I have been lenient with you boys over the years, but I've reached my breaking point." Instead of a loose robe, He wore a form-fitting red suit today. "I am not cruel, despite what those mortals think. I am just," He sighed, disappointment raking claws down His eyes. "And, because I am just, you are all relieved of your command. From now on, you are mortal, you are human, and you are disgraced."
Shock and fury roared through their veins, but their emotions seemed to have lessened -- the fire in their hearts felt extinguished. "No," Luke barked in his fury. The Devil, though angry, let them scream. He would give them that courtesy.
"That's not fucking fair!" Cried Michael in raging defiance. "That can't be!"
"You can't do that!" Ashton screamed, and all Hell burned brighter, silence turning crisp.
"What," The devil started, standing from His throne, "Did you say?" Ashton murmured a quiet nothing. He'd overstepped the bounds, and he knew it. "Did you say I," He placed a sharp hand over His own heart. "Couldn't do something? Are you," His eyes were not fire, as most people would think. Ashton was flame, He was ice. "Attempting to control me?"
Ashton murmured a no, shame slowly suffocating his fear. "Well, Your Highness, you have just volunteered to join my new Squadron. Your," He said pointedly to Michael and Luke, "Replacements."
He turned on heel, sitting back upon his throne without ceremony. "And they will do the job you couldn't."
And then they were kicked out of Hell -- the only home they'd ever truly known.
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A/N: Hello! I’ve come to grace you all with a new fic I’ve started! It’s druglord!Cal which is something I can’t shake from my mind recently. Yikes! Enjoy chapter 1
(in which you’re Calum’s bodyguard, accompanying him as he makes business trips around the globe)
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Columbia was everything you’d imagined. Beauty oceans, gorgeous hiking trails through the rain forest, and lots of cocaine. The last part was the main reason you were even here. You’d gotten yourself into some deep mierda, and something told you that your occupation made it no better. Security guard is what you liked to call it, but Calum liked to be a little less sophisticated. “An escort with a gun” is what he’d call it while I cigar hung from your lips. Of course, when you first started the words stung a bit, but after 6 months, it kind of just rolls off your back.
You’d only ever been out of the country once before meeting Calum, and that’s how you’d met him. On a flight to Amsterdam, your bag and his had gotten mixed up, and let’s just say he wasn’t too impressed. He’d managed to have his “goons” track you down and abruptly show up at the hostel you were living in for the time. On the way to the showers, two goons tried to grab you, and you nearly slaughtered them both with only a shower caddy and a two-blade razor. Calum, being the childish, selfish individual, he was, he kept sending people to see just how dangerous you were. Finally, he’d decided to stop sacrificing lives and just show up. You practically kicked his ass too. Then, you two exchanged numbers, names, and fluids. Since, you’ve been his escort with a gun.
Coming to Columbia was strictly business, and Calum seemed to forget that. He’d spend his days on the beaches or in the forests until he decided it was time to make business moves. You’d have to accompany him too, and of course you never complained, but you felt like this job was a bit unnecessary. Calum had plenty of body guards, all of them male, but he always brought you along, too. It kind of frightened you, but only because you thought he’d end up trying to kill you.
At the moment, he had you at a local restaurant, stuffing your faces with local cuisine as he waited for nightfall. At night you guys had to attend a sort of benefit, one of which a lot of his drug money had been shoveled through. You didn’t know the details, but you did know he had specifically requested you wear some uncomfortable fancy dress with the slit on the side. When you’d gotten the dress, you felt as if Calum was blurring the lines of your job description a bit. He’d picked the dress, had it tailored, and even complimented your appearance. The whole thing was just unnaturally cliché.
When nightfall came, you escorted him to the lavish hotel room, the one with a whole wall of purely windows. To save time, he insisted you showered with him, claiming that he’d seen your body bare before. Of course, you agreed because he was your boss, and you’d found him quite attractive. After showering, you both donned your clothes. You wanted the shock factor, so you changed in the bathroom while he changed in the bedroom. Your dress hugged your curves just enough to be eloquent and teasing. The gun holsters on your thigh and lower back were hidden perfectly, and your hair was falling in Veronica Lakes waves. You were stunning, and you knew it. Definitely the femme fatale Calum made you out to be. “Whenever you’re rea-“He stopped midsentence upon you exiting the bathroom. He was clearly awestruck, absolutely enamored. His hands slowly caressed every curve and crevice, and his eyes picked you apart. “Absolutely beautiful. I knew you’d fit the dress well,” he muttered, cigar classically hanging from his lips. You blushed, shying away from him as you added the finishing touches. Within seconds his hips were flush against your backside, and you felt a tinge out his growing arousal. A sigh left your lips as you grasped your clutch, stepping toward the door. “Mr. Hood, we’ve got to get out of here. You are the special guest, after all” you smirked, lips teasing him slightly. He groaned, stepping toward the door with you.
The benefit was packed with wealthy, filthy people. You knew there would be a plethora of the 1% there, but this simply overwhelmed you. Every minute, you felt like clutching your 22. Calum grasped your hip lovingly, attempting to calm your nerves. You two were standing in the center of the room, which only made you more anxious. You felt uneasy, like something awful was imminent. With every person approaching him, shaking his hand, hugging you, you simply couldn’t fathom the thought of him being injured. Your thoughts were interrupted by a waiter bringing you and Calum champagne chutes. You smiled, grasping it in your hand, being sure to inspect it stealthily for drugs. Calum simply denied the drink, too engulfed in conversation. Your eyes darted constantly, until you heard your name sternly. “Y/N are you listening? The ambassador just asked what you do for a living,” Calum snipped at you, and you blushed softly, shaking your head. “I’m currently involved with translation in Latin American relief efforts, but I hope to one day own my own yoga studio,” you lied through your teeth. Calum’s gaze on you made your heart flutter. He always looked so inlove with every fake answer you gave, and it made you feel accomplished. “Tu hablas espanol? eso es maravilloso. Puede que tenga que casarme contigo, si Mr.Hood no” the ambassador smiles, and Calum grits his teeth. “No, that won’t be necessary. We’ll be getting married soon enough,” Calum snips, and your face goes red. Just as you’re about to object, he ropes you into a quick, gentle kiss, a kiss that leaves you dizzy. Giggling nervously, you take the silence to strut away to the cocktail bar.
As you strode to the bar, you overhear chatter about the cocaine purification set-up in Cartagena, and Calum’s name doesn’t come up in good light. Something urges you to take steps toward him, and just as you do, you hear a gun shot. You spin around to see the Ambassador’s been shot, and immediately your instincts kick in. You flip the closest table to you and take the time to whip out one of the pistols resting on your lower back. You look around in search of Calum, and you find him hiding under a table, his feet peeking out from under the sheet. “Idiota,” you scoff, sprinting toward him, shooting at the two gentlemen with guns closest to the cocktail bar.
You flip the table on it’s side, immediately slapping Calum for being so careless, before kissing him softly. Before he has the chance to deepen the kiss, you grasp his arm, hand him another one of your pistols, and point to the door. He nods, and before he can say anything, you peep up from behind the table, taking out one of the men, and then the other. He then stands and you both take off for the emergency exit, trying your best to dodge bullets from other men scattered about the room.
The cold air hits your sweaty bodies, and you suddenly feel a sharp pain in your shoulder. “Hijo de puta,” you swear, clutching your shoulder, as you continue your sprint. ‘Fucking Calum’ you think to yourself.
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