#calumhoodxreader

From this 'panicking red faced' baby

To this 'lemme tell you about it' bubba

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here is where i put archived fics that i maybe don’t like as much as i used to but don’t want to take down in case they mean something to one of you. :)

luke hemmings blurbs:

nervous flier?*

(the one where luke thinks the girl he’s sat next to on a long flight might just be the most beautiful one he’s ever seen)

dating luke would include...

(the one where you imagine what it would be like to date luke in high school)

run to you

(the one where luke, struck unexpectedly with grief, is faced with the realization that there’s only one person he wants to run to)

home

(the one where you attempt to scare luke when he returns home from work)

don’t be an asshole

(the one where the boy who’s teased you since you met him comes to your rescue and you start to wonder if you’ve been blind this whole time)

speak now (song series p5)

(the one where luke is about to marry the wrong girl, and at the last minute you decide you can’t stand the thought of him with someone else)

calum hood blurbs:

reunited

(the one where calum finally gets his girlfriend in his arms again after long, torturous months alone on tour)

broken pieces* (song series p1)

(the one where calum is faced with a crumbling relationship and wonders whether he can fix it)

begin again* (song series p2) - mood board

(the one where you get out of an emotionally abusive and self esteem draining relationship and begin to wonder where a date with a certain cute and goofy brown eyed boy might take you)

the way i loved you* (song series p3)

(the one where you reflect on a past relationship from your current one, finally understanding what it is you really want and with who)

be home soon

(the one where you are away from calum while in a relationship and where you finally reunite)

he loves me... *

(the one where you reflect on your relationship with calum through the classic game “he loves me, he loves me not”)

betty* (song series p4) - mood board

(the one where calum royally messes up and you don’t know if you can forgive him)

‘tis the damn season (song series p6)

(the one where you come back home to visit your parents and are faced with the boy you never got over, and who never got over you)

calum hood prompt pieces:

prompt #13*

(the one where maggie hates being sick and calum loves to take care of her)

prompts #3 & #6

(the one where calum’s awfully late and all you want to do is kiss him)

promps #9 & #23

a/n - this is my first one of these and i’m not sure how it turned out but it was fun to make

request - nope!

summary - luke and (y/n) meet on a flight to australia :)

warnings - none :) fluffy (some slight flying jitters hence the title)

word count - 2.8k roughly

copyright: all rights to this works reserved to the author. this product cannot be redistributed, reposted or parodied.

you step into the dimly lit airplane glancing down at your ticket to quadruple check which seat you were assigned. you hated flying alone because you were already a nervous flier but you had to for the work you had waiting for you in australia.

your camera was strapped safely to your side and your carry on bag hung at your feet. you were on your way to shoot a couple big weddings in sydney and to visit some friends you had there. you've known kay kay since high school and we're excited that you happened to be right place right time to see her again.

her boyfriend ashton which you knew virtually nothing about was from australia and she was there with him visiting his family. they were staying relatively close so you were planning to meet up.

she'd been so vague about the whole situation — her boyfriend being from australia and virtually any details about him — but you decided not to pry because it didn't feel your place.

your fingers brushed against the top of the empty fabric seats as you made your way through first class.

you continued through the luxurious seats until you found business class which you were happy to have as opposed to the usual coach. you had anticipated this flight would be painful as the average flight from cali to aus was 17 hours so you allowed yourself a treat and upgraded.

people were filing in front of you and whatever jerk was behind you scuffed your shoe a little but eventually, through the sea of people, you found your row and filed towards the window seat you scored.

you sat down and got comfortable as no one else in your row had arrived yet.

about 10 minutes went by and you felt your anxiety building at the idea of this plane leaving the ground in the near future.

you looked out the window to your right and observed the small men on the ground below directing small vehicles and conversing.

you reminded yourself that the ground would be waiting for you once this flight was over and that people rode planes all the time. you would be fine.

the quick pace of your heart and the trembling of your fingers begged to differ but you ignored them best you could.

while you were immersed in your own thoughts and the tiny men in bright vests outside, you didn't even noticed the seat beside you cave as your neighbor took their seat or the sound of them clearing their throat in a pathetic attempt to get your attention.

finally, you felt a soft nudge to your shoulder and you jumped a little, blinking and turning to your left in mild confusion.

the blonde boy next to you grinned sheepishly.

"sorry, didn't mean to scare you," he looked a little blushed. "my name is luke, nice to meet you."

he reached out his hand for a friendly hand shake and you gladly accepted, returning the warm smile.

"hi, luke. i'm (y/n). it's nice to meet you too." you held his gaze while waiting for his response.

"(y/n) is a beautiful name." you felt a strong blush creep up your neck.

you looked down, smiling and flushing a violent shade of pink, you were sure, and tucked a piece of hair gingerly behind your ear.

"thanks, wish i could take any credit for it." you heard him chuckle and you mentally applauded yourself for making the cute blonde boy laugh. "do i detect an accent?" you ask. it sounded australian to you, but you didn't want to mention it and end up being wrong.

you looked back up to find him smiling proudly. "yeah, i'm from australia actually. i live in LA now, but i grew up in aus."

you tilted your head with a friendly surprised expression on your face, "is that so? that's really cool. heading back to see family?"

"yeah, actually! my mum and pops live in sydney and my brothers are around there as well." he looked thrilled to be talking about his family. "and what about you, what brings you to aus?"

"my work, actually. i'm a photographer and i have a lot of weddings to shoot in australia over the next couple months. i'm also visiting a friend from high school who's out there with her boyfriend. he's from sydney as well, actually."

"a photographer, very nice." he smiled approvingly, seeming impressed.

"thanks. i love it, it's been a dream. it's sometimes hard to believe i even get to do it as a profession when i would do it for free, you know?"

the blonde boy blinks, a hint of amusement hiding behind his sky blue eyes. "man, you have no idea."

you laugh, confusion playing off your dainty features. "what do you do?"

suddenly, the captain came on the overhead speakers. you and luke were startled, having not realized the hustle and bustle of the passengers loading themselves onto the plane had died down and everyone was settled into their seats minus a few hurrying stragglers in a few places along the aisles.

attention, please. thank you for choosing aussie airlines. the seatbelt signs will be coming on soon and we will be taking off in 10 minutes.

the captain cut off the overhead speakers and you turned back to luke. he smiled back at you and you blushed embarrassingly hard, melting back into your seat.

he was very attractive and you were very awkward.

he chuckled lightly to himself and shifted comfortably in his seat.

you noticed that the third seat in the row was unoccupied and probably would be for the remainder of the flight.

you and luke conversed for a while  up until you felt a slight jolt in the plane.

you gasped audibly and gripped onto the arm rests, your knuckles white. you looked out the window and your heart rate became rapid.

"nervous flier?" luke said from beside you.

you turned to him and forced a smile that probably came out more like a grimace. he looked mildly concerned.

"embarrassingly enough," you laughed lightly, more out of pain than amusement.

"i was too for awhile but i've had to do it a lot in my life. for me, it helps to close the blind," he smiled understandingly at you almost like he found your fears endearing which helped with your embarrassment significantly.

you reached up and tugged the plastic blind closed and settled back into your chair, still gripping onto the armrests like they would even stand a chance at saving you if this baby went down.

"i also listen to music to calm my nerves and make me feel grounded." you turned to him. his baby blue eyes fell to your lips momentarily and then darted back up to your eyes quickly. he cleared his throat and shook his head lightly, as if shaking himself out of a trance.

you brushed it off and reached down into your bag for your earbuds.

the plane had started moving by now, but it was still on the ground from what you could tell.

you sat back up, feeling your stomach turn as you did, knowing that at any moment you would no longer be safely on the ground but instead be soaring through the open air and soon, over the entire ocean.

you plugged in your earbuds and offered one to luke.

he smiled softly. "thanks."

you just smiled back as he put it in his ear and scrolled through your playlists, finally landing on the one you were looking for.

tame impala rang softly through the earphones and you looked to see luke's reaction. you suddenly felt nervous that he would criticize your music taste.

he smiled and closed his eyes, leaning his head back onto the head rest.

"tame impala. you got good taste, (y/n)."

you blushed for, like, the millionth time since meeting luke and smiled proudly, falling back into your own chair and suddenly feeling a lot more calm.

the plane jerked unexpectedly off the runway and you gasped, grabbing luke's hand.

his eyes opened and he looked down at your small hand, now intertwined with his, and gave a small smirk.

you realized what you had done and began to pull away, feeling an intense wave of humiliation wash over you, but he gripped your hand tighter, pulling it into his lap.

he leaned back and closed his eyes again, listening to the music and humming softly.

you were surprised, but found it in you to relax a little too. you had successfully taken off and felt the plane start to level underneath you. 

after a few minutes you asked luke if he wanted to watch a movie to which he excitedly agreed.

when the plane began to shut down, you knew the passengers were preparing to try to get a good nights rest. you and luke reclined in your seats like everyone else and curled up with a blanket and neck pillow, hands intertwined.

you and luke had talked and talked and talked for hours and through whatever movie you attempted to watch. you had similar interests and liked the same musicians, movies, foods, animals. you debated a little on small, light hearted things like coffee or tea and whether or not hermione and ron should've ended up together.

you felt yourself falling for him, even if only a little at a time, and it was almost an overwhelming feeling.

maybe because falling for someone while thousands of feet high in a plane felt a little traumatic.

you enjoyed every second of his company, though, and you hoped he would want to stay in touch after the flight.

you woke up to hustle and bustle amongst the passengers aboard the large plane. you were curled in the fetal position towards luke and he sat upright in his chair, his legs covered by the blanket you brought on board. the other half of the blanket was wrapped around your body and pulled up to your chin.

he was reading a small book you hadn't seen before. he must've gotten it from his bag.

you wondered what time it was and how long luke had been awake.

you rubbed your eyes and sat up groggily, probably looking like shit but not really caring.

"good morning," you said, raspy and scratchy sounding.

luke laughed lightly. "good morning, sleepy head."

you pulled your rats nest of hair back to the nape of your neck and tied it into a loose low and messy bun.

"what time is it?"

"australia time?"

"yeah."

"it's 10pm."

"wait.. what?"

"I know," luke chuckled a little. "our flight left at 8pm california time. it would be 5am cali time right now but australia is 17 hours ahead. 10pm in aus."

"now i have a headache." you sighed playfully.

he laughed. "you can go back to sleep, i have some pairs of earplugs if you want some."

"nah, once i'm up, i'm up, you know? but thank you, i appreciate the offer."

"of course," he smiled warmly at you and you smiled back before leaning down and pulling the level that reset your seat to its upwards position.

"watcha reading?" you asked, nosily leaning over his shoulder, resting your elbow on his arm rest.

"it's a book of poetry, actually."

"sounds amazing. would you read me some? i'm feeling... existential." you smirked up at him innocently, your faces mere inches apart.

you noticed that unmistakable flicker. his eyes falling down to your lips, noticing the lower one that was tucked so comfortably in between your teeth. they fell back on your eyes in a split second, expertly covering their expedition southward, but you caught it.

"let me find a good one." he hesitantly tore his eyes away from your flirtatious features after lingering a few moments too long and flipped mindlessly through the crisp pages.

"ah, an ernest hemingway." he smiled admiringly at the yellow page and cleared his throat. "ultimately:

He tried to spit out the truth;

Dry-mouthed at first,

He drooled and slobbered in the end;

Truth dribbling his chin."

he turned to you, analyzing your expression.

"i like that one. he used the expression "spit it out" or "spit out the truth" in this context. but he made it literal. the truth became his spit. dry mouthed at first.. maybe as in he was lying, he couldn't get himself to tell the truth. but by the end, the truth was coming out in heaps. he couldn't keep it in." you glanced up at luke as you had been intently staring at the poem on the page.

he was staring at you in a sort of awe struck stupor. immediately, you felt uncomfortable.

"i mean.. that's just my guess. i have no idea if that's the real meaning... anyway. how much time left in the flight?" you desperately attempted to change the subject.

luke just stared a little longer and you found yourself wishing the bottom of the plane would fall out from under you and suck you into oblivion.

he cleared his throat "oh uh.. not sure. 7 ish hours maybe?"

"nice..." you smiled, probably visibly uncomfortable.

"so where's your place in california?" he asked, snapping out of his previous daze.

you talked some more about your house, your family, your cat mia. eventually, the conversation started to die. then luke shifted in his seat.

"would you want to.. meet up? in california? you live probably 25 minutes from me and i think you're really cool.. we could meet up in aus even.. i'm probably just embarrassing myself.. i mean.. you don't have to. i don't want to force you into anything.. but—"

luke continued to ramble so you leaned in and gave him a short kiss on the cheek to shut him up.

"that sounds great luke. i would love to."

"i understand.. wait, you would? great, that's cool."

you laughed softly and turned your attention to the movie playing on the TV.

"cool."

you were down to about 10 minutes left in the flight. you had such an amazing time with luke, you were kind of dreading having to leave him.

suddenly, he grabbed your wrist.

you looked up and his face was taut with worry. he looked anxious and nervous.

"i have to tell you something important. i feel kind of guilty for not telling you sooner. something that's a big part of my life."

"what is it luke?" what could he possibly tell you that was so dire? is he a terminal cancer patient? did he have a girlfriend back home? oh god. was he a foreign prince and heir to the throne? you could live with that...

"well.. i'm.. a musician. i'm in a band. i'm not sure if you've heard of us.."

"what're you called?" you took a sip of your juice.

"5 seconds of summer."

you went to gasp but the juice instead went down your trachea causing you to go into a very embarrassing coughing fit. luke rubbed your back softly and asked multiple times if you were okay.

once you'd calmed down and attracted the attention of everyone on the plane, you spoke again.

"luke hemmings. yes, i'm familiar with your band. i haven't seen pictures of you in years though. you look different.. older. i guess that makes sense though."

he laughed lightly. "so does this.. change anything?"

"no, of course it doesn't change anything. rock star or not i'm glad i happened to sit next to you on this flight." you smiled at him and his cheeks tinged a light shade of pink which made butterflies erupt in your stomach.

"good. and me too. really glad."

now it was your turn to blush.

you and luke were grabbing your things and lining up among the large quantities of people trying to exit the plane.

once you had gotten off, luke started casual conversation as you headed in the same direction.

"so, who's this friend you're staying with?" luke asked.

"oh just someone i know from high school. she's great. she's a gifted actress but she hasn't really been discovered yet. she's very artistic overall and into photography and all that. her names kay kay. we used to be best friends actually—"

luke stopped walking. "wait i'm thinking maybe i misheard you. what's her name?"

"uhm," you chuckled nervously. "her names kay kay. kay kay blaisdell? why, you know her?"

"wow, um okay. and you said her boyfriend is from sydney? does his name happen to be ashton?"

luke's hands were tucked behind his head of curly hair.

"yeah.. how did you know? this is weird luke, tell me what's going on."

he chuckled again, in clear disbelief.

Reminder that this is a closed list and that I no longer write for this prompt list but requests are always open!

Okay, I am so so so sorry that this took me so damn long to write but there goes nothing, fam!!! Also, I am just going to make the reader and Calum already in a relationship because I feel like that makes more sense. Senior Year Cal!!!

“holy fuck”

“I didn’t know you could do that,”

“I didn’t know you had this side of you,”

Reblog Goal:15

You walked down the hall, your arms laden  with books that you were ever so close to depositing in your locker and then stand and wait for your boyfriend, the thought of him brought butterflies to your stomach, the way that he laughed this hearty laugh, one that no one else in the school had heard aside from you because you were dating the shy boy, the one who doesn’t really have any friends, blends in, which is odd because he is six-foot with a god like build, but no one has ever really noticed Calum Hood, well nobody but you. The both of you had been dating for a year and a half and were so desperately in love with each other. You reached your locker and mindlessly dumped your books into it, grabbing only the ones that you needed to take home, and pushing them into your bag, and closing your locker. As soon as the metal mechanism clicks you turned your head and jumped back seeing a person staring intently at you.

“Hey Y/n,” the voice drew you out of your shock and to the person standing in front of you, Cooper McCoy, a certified fuck boy and just about the most annoying boy i the whole school, burdened with the assumption that every girl in the school wants to fuck him.

“Um, Hi?” you returned the greeting but it came out as more of a question then anything else.

“I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime,” he cocky voice proceeded as your mind was stuck on the fact that Calum hadn’t come to get you yet.

“Cooper, you know I am dating Calum, right?” you let the words out like a laugh even though you were feeling increasingly uncomfortable, all due to the boy standing in your way.

“Oh right,” he said, “that doesn’t mean that we can’t go out,” he smirks, “Or at least, do other things,” your stomach turned in disgust at his words.

“I’m good,” you scoff, turning around to meet yet another person.

“Calum!” you exclaimed as you wrapped your arms around his waist and burrowed your face into his chest, you pulled your back once you realized that he wasn’t hugging you back, his face was dark and stoney.

“Cal?” you questioned but he didn’t respond, he simply grabbed your arm and started walking you out of the school and towards his car you in tow. “Cal, what the fuck is wrong?” but you got no response, he just walked you to the car and opened the door for you, even when he was angry or off, he still opened the door for you. You hopped in the car and sat there, waiting for some sort of explanation for his actions but you got no such thing just silence when he got into the car.

You reached his house without a single word exchanged between the two of you, you out of the car and into the empty house, instinctively going up to his room and plopping down on his bed. He followed quickly behind you, picking you up and dropping you onto the bed, pinning you down with your arms above and his lips on your neck. This was so very very unlike Calum, he was usually so gentle with you, but something was different today.

“You were flirting with him,” he mumbled against your flushed skin, this tongue working his way down your neck.

“No, no I wasn’t,” you moaned out, the pleasure of his plump lips agains your neck was undeniable.

“He was asking you out, you were letting him,”

“And I was saying that I was taken,”

“I don’t care, I didn’t like hearing the suggestion of another man fucking you,”

“Then lets get that thought out of your head,” you moaned, a smirk spread across his chubby cheeks and as he lifted your shirt above your head and pulled down the cups of your bra, releasing your breasts to the cold air, your nipples hardening at the exposure chill of his room. His lips brushed over the buds but did’t spend much time there, he just made his way farther down your body, tugging down your pants but leaving your panties on, crawling back up your body and reuniting your lips with his, his hands ghosting down your hips. His hands slipped into the front of your panties and spread your folds.

“You are already so wet for me, so so wet,” he groaned as he thrusted his fingers into you at a pace that made you knees weak as your back arch on reflex. His thumb was rubbing fast and harsh circles across your clit, intensifying every single feeling you were feeling all at once.

“Ho-holy FUCK,” you moaned loudly, the sound echoing across the walls along with the sound of Cals fingers in your heat. The force he was using to get you off and mark you was so great that it didn’t take very long for the heat in your stomach to burst and release ecstacy through your every limb. His finger disappeared from your core quickly after your orgasm, but they were quickly replaced with his hard cock, somehow maintaining the same pace that he had with his fingers.

You were still sensitive from your first orgasm and the rate of his thrust brought another one around very very quickly, and you could tell that he was on the verge as well, the veins in his neck popping out as he moaned into your neck. Your walls began to clench around him as he began to twitch deep inside of your pussy.

“Cal I’m-” you didn’t get to finish your sentence as your eyes clamped shut, your legs  tightening around his waist as you had the most intense orgasm, the feeling of warmth and fire searing through your veins as you came, you felt Cal cum on you, his load dripping through your folds but it didn’t matter because you were on fire and it felt fantastic.

When you open your eyes and looked down you noticed that Cal’s abs had a glistening appearance to them and that he was wearing the smuggest look on his face.

“You squirted, I didn’t know that you could do that,”

“Yeah, and you got so jealous that we had angry sex, I didn’t know you had that side to you,” you quip back.

“You loved it,” he spoke with the same cockiness that Cooped had, the difference being that you loved the man in front of you.

“Yea, and I love you, no go clean yourself up,”

“I love you too, and I am gonna have to make you cum like that 

more often cause that was hot as fuck,”

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