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I think that there’s such an immense difference between smut and just plain disgusting sexualizing of idols. there’s a beauty of writing in smut that’s raw and pure; simply within fiction that uses an idol as a model. but with every fiction is a border to separate non-fiction, and many times i’ve seen it crossed.

its insanely saddening how sexualizing idols has been so badly normalized in the world of fictional writing. like have you seen the film series After? or have you read the horrific smuts in this app that just borderline uses idols as a sex symbol?

it can get pretty sickening

-Kim Namjoon 2019

we do NOT deserve him

So, India is dying.

Look, I know a good number of you are from the US and things aren't amazing there either, but my country is literally on the brink of collapse. So I'd love it if we could talk about that for a minute.

If you can't do anything else, please just read and reblog.

A second COVID wave has taken out the healthcare system. There are no more hospital beds. There's an oxygen shortage. There's a critical vaccine shortage. The Central Government has thrown its hands up and is passing the baton to the State Governments to do what they can.

There are over 16 million covid cases. A record 330,000 new cases reported yesterday - comparable to the US at its peak. 187,000 dead as of today.

There is no plan.

Mass cremations are taking place. The cremation grounds are running day and night and they are short on wood. People are watching their loved ones die while waiting for a hospital bed, and then they're unable to give them the proper burial rights.

Hospitals are overwhelmed. Patients are being confined, two to a bed. They're the lucky ones.

We are on the verge of people dying in the streets.

This is the second-most populous country in the world. The largest democracy. A country that encapsulates over 15,000 years of recorded human history and has endured everything from famine to invasion to colonisation.

We might be at the end. This might be the thing that does us in.

People are dying.

People are dying.

People are dying and there is no plan.

More good news? Variants are popping up. A double mutation strain has shown up. It is resistant to current vaccines. This will not go away. This is the devastation they warned of when the anti-maskers were out protesting the minor inconvenience of covering their face in public.

My country is on the verge of an emergency state. Our government has failed us. This is as dire a situation as it ever could be.

Look. I don't do much with my life. I write fics, some of you have read them and that's pretty much it. I spend my days with my head in the clouds because that's where I like to be.

But two days ago, my grandmother tested positive, had to be taken to hospital and the ambulance caught fire.

She barely made it to the urgent care she needs.

So, here I am, using whatever meager platform I have to cobble this request together. Because I have to do something.

If you can, donate.

Or spread the word.

Help. Please.

bitch IM SOBBING 😭 they came so far

Naked Lips

Luke Hemmings x fem!reader

Warnings: make-out, mild swearing, quite detailed stuff about kissing, mild angst

Word Count: 1794

Summary: Luke texts you a fishy message which leaves you anxious for a long time. But the message wasn’t as deep as you thought. 

A/N: I can never do anything other than fluff with Luke, SO IM SORRY but he’s just too precious in my wild imagination. Enjoy this sweetness, I did. 

Thump thump thump

Your heart is palpitating at a ridiculously fast pace as you fumble with your keys in order to open the door of your and Luke’s shared home. 

Usually you would be knocking, but you were slightly expecting that he wouldn’t be home out of hopes that what you fear might happen wouldn’t happen. 

The reason that you’re acting so nonsensically anxious and apprehensive is because moments before you left for work in the morning, you had received an ambiguous message from your boyfriend, simply stating, “I have something to tell you.” 

That’s not fishy at all.

The past week he and the rest of the band have been staying at a recording studio all the way across your home in LA, far from the loud Californian noises and all. Due to this reason, you haven’t seen him in three days as neither of you are really interested in driving over four hours in total of back and forth. With the LA traffic? That’s practically hell. 

Other than that, you also wanted him to exert his full presence and attention in writing, even if it was just only for a couple days. Besides, you were still able to go on Facetime everyday and check on one another constantly by texts and calls, so it wasn’t much of a big deal.  

But then you got that message early in the morning, and everything suddenly became a big deal.

Today is the day he returns home, and you’re practically dreading it. You kept thinking of things that the two of you would have to talk about but none ever came to mind. You were just on Facetime the night before yesterday, and everything felt fine. You even fell asleep during the call upon which your boyfriend took advantage of by screenshotting the visual and posting it on his Instagram story.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

“Y/N could you turn off your ringer? It’s distracting some of the others.” Your manager calls out.

Looking up at him, you nod your head repeatedly as you reach to grab your phone from your purse- Ding! before putting it on silent. “I’m sorry about that, Stephen.” You smile sincerely at him, by which he only responds with a nod of his head before leaving.

You stretch your neck upwards as your eyes scan the room just to make sure that your boss is out of sight before sneakily taking out and opening your phone once more in order to see why it was suddenly blowing up at- 

9:17 in the morning. 

Other than a short “Goodmorning sweet x” text message from Luke, you recognize that you had no other found notifications. That is until you remember that you’ve turned off the visual notifications for both Twitter and Instagram.

You suddenly felt nervous as you go click the Twitter app out of fear that the blasting noises were nothing more than hate.

But to your surprise, it was so much more than that. 

#Luke, ‘Y/N and Luke’, ‘Luke’, and ‘im so single’ seemed to be trending nationwide, and as you check what it’s about, a screenshot of Luke’s IG story from half an hour ago is displayed the top of your feed. 

A slow smile steadily begins to creep up your face once you see an image of a version of yourself that’s fallen asleep on top of Petunia’s belly, with the caption “My girls been sleeping without me :( haha”

Of course that resulted with you getting annoyed at him, but for the most part you only found his actions truly adorable. You neither fought nor argued about any of it. 

You couldn’t Facetime or call yesterday for the reason that he said he was feeling more exhausted than usual, and quite frankly so did you, therefore the both of you decided to skip the nightly calls. However you still did message eachother goodnight and goodmorning along with other sweet nothings throughout the day, so you truly could not pinpoint what could have possibly went wrong. 

Finally opening the door, you try your hardest not to make a single sound in case he was already home. Your heart is still beating at a rate of a million miles per minute, and your sensitive self almost felt like crying from the type of anxiety you haven’t felt in a long time - especially with Luke. 

Shutting the door close, you lean your forehead against the wooden piece as you close your eyes and attempt to steady your currently heavy breathing. 

nothing’s wrong, nothing’s wrong, nothing’s wrong, nothing’s wrong, 

-you keep telling yourself.

But something MUST be wrong if he chose to sent you that message. 

The thought alone became enough for a sob to escape past your lips as you dramatically slide down the door, slowly turning around so your back is the one against it. 

“Love?” 

A voice calls from a distance, making you look up.

The sight made you choke on air.

There stood on the stairs your boyfriend of two years, his dirty blonde hair pulled back in a small bun, eyebrows scrunched in concern of your disheveled state. He’s wearing a black tank top and a mixture of red and black plaid pants, topping it off with white a pair of high top Nike socks. He looked very good. Really good. But none of that passes your sight as you only stare at his naked lips.

Where’s the fucking lip ring? 

All of a sudden your thoughts became clouded and you forget all your previous worries. Your squint your eyes in case you only became delusional that the holiest of rings wasn’t on his lips. 

“What happened bub, what wrong?” Luke asks concerningly while going down the stairs in order to make his way to you. 

As if your guardian angel bitch slapped you in the face, you left your walls of thoughts as you stare up at you much more taller significant other, “Is this what you wanted to tell me, Lu?” You ask him carefully, slightly afraid that his answer would be a no.

“Nevermind this-” he points at his bare lips,  “bubba, you were crying. Why are you crying? Is it work?” He asks a number of sincere questions, but you only repeat yours. 

“My answer to that depends on yours. Is this what you meant by ‘something you need to tell me’?” You watch as he tilts his head in confusion before reaching out to cup your face and wipe away the single tear that’s fallen a couple seconds ago, “It is, yeah. Why?”

Feeling stupid, you push him away slightly before snorting in laughter, “Oh my God,” Luke, still in a state of confusion, only follows you. “I can’t believe I went through all that anxiety just because- I can’t.” You cover your mouth as small giggles-of-stupidity escape past it. 

Luke’s heart warms at the sight of you smiling, but he still remained curious as to why you were at a state of distress just a couple moments ago. “What are you talking about, bub? And you still haven’t told me why you were crying earlier.” 

“Oh that’s- it’s nothing, Lu. I’m-”

“Y/N.” Luke cuts you off with a sort of tone that makes your knees weak.

Swallowing your throat, you bluntly tell him the reason why, “I just thought you were going to break up with me.”

“What?!”

“-But it’s okay now, you just kind of worded it badly-”

“Wow.”

“I mean I’m still in a state of shock seeing your lips naked like this-”

“I can’t believe you thought that.”

“-but it’s still so much better than what I previously expected was going to happen.” 

You finish your words as you look up at your boyfriend, finding him staring back at you with an amused smile on his [naked] lips. “I can’t believe you thought I was breaking up with you, love.”

Shrugging, you respond “In my defense, you worded it awfully.” 

Luke only smiles and nods his head before moving closer and taking you in a very much needed hug, his head burying itself deep onto your neck. “I missed you so fucking much, Y/N.”

Grinning from ear to ear, your arms subconsciously wraps itself around its familiar place as you breathe in the scent that you so terribly missed. “I missed you so much more, Lu.”

You’re the first to pull apart from the sweet embrace only to pull him in for a deep kiss, the taste of him so familiar that you feel comforted and at home. 

He returns the kiss a little too soon, but who are you to complain, as one hand locates itself on the back of your neck and the other finds itself wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. He tugs at the roots of your hair in desperation of hearing the familiar sound that he loves.

Moaning, ‘there it is’ Luke thinks, you jump and wrap your legs around him as you tangle your hands in his locks of gold. He pinches your behind sneakily which makes you gasp, giving him the entrance he was looking for. 

The two of you are at a battle of dominance to see who could get the other turned on enough to take things farther first, a common thing that the both of you oddly play. 

Wanting to win it, you perform your legendary move, the kiss-tug-bite. 

It goes like this, 

Deep within the moment, your tongue explores his for minutes down, kissing at a ridiculously fast pace. Once you’re for sure that he’s absolutely into it, you tug on his hair which then makes him gasp and breathe out for a short millisecond, upon where you take the opportunity to swiftly bite harshly and toy with his lip ring-

“Ow, fuck-!” 

Startled at his sudden words, you pull apart and look at him with wide eyes. 

His lip is bleeding. 

“Holy shit- oh my God!” You exclaim as you lunge towards the kitchen and grab napkins. “Oh my God Luke I’m so sorry- oh, I forgot!” You sputter out quickly while trying to stop the bleeding from getting on the carpet floors. 

Luke only smiles, his teeth partially covered in blood. “It’s alright, love. It doesn’t hurt that bad,” leaning in, “And you know how much I love it when you get rough, anyway.” he whispers.

You let out a silent gasp before pushing him back and playfully throwing the napkins at him, “Clean yourself up, you nasty.”

Luke only laughs and catches the napkins before calling out your name, slightly worried at the thought of how many more times this same exact thing is gonna happen.

Phew, his naked lips is going to take a hell of a long time to get used to.

I Know It’s Breaking Your Heart

Calum Hood x fem! reader ; Luke Hemmings x fem! reader

Warning: angst and mild swear words

Word Count: 2515

Summary: It’s hard to watch the person you love in pain due to the feelings they hold for someone else. Y/N knows that Calum has feelings for her, and Calum is aware that she knows too. So what’s stopping the two from becoming official? Y/N loves Calum’s best friend.

a/n: This is inspired or based on the song ‘ghostin’ by Ariana Grande. It’s absolutely phenomenal, incredible, and heartbreaking and I do advise you to listen to it while reading.

I know you hear me when I cry I try to hold it in the night While you’re sleepin’ next to me But it’s your arms that I need this time (This time)

You hated feeling vulnerable.

Blinking away the tears threatening to fall down, you stare at the Instagram post that Luke uploaded a couple days ago. Thao🖤, it’s captioned, as it displays a beautiful image of him and Sierra. The picture is so simple yet so captivating that it radiates romance through the screen, making your heart ache once more from unwanted jealousy.

You close your eyes and place the phone beside you with the screen facing down before one hand goes to wipe away fallen tears, all the while the other rises to grasp and twist the garment covering you heart in current pain.

Soft sobs can be heard in the room, echoing throughout the air and bouncing from wall to wall. The silence is deafening, but you couldn’t seem to feel anything other than your aching heart as you vulnerably tuck your head in between your knees in attempt of self-consolation.

“Y/N?” You hear Calum’s voice call you from outside the studio. “It’s almost midnight lovely, why are you still here?”

Look at the cards that we’ve been dealt If you were anybody else Probably wouldn’t last a day Every tear’s a rain parade from hell (From hell)

You slowly look up from your position and place your eyes on the raven-haired man. Standing up abruptly, you pull him close in a tight embrace as you sob onto his chest.

Calum doesn’t say anything but rather only pulls you closer against him, burying his face on your neck.

To say that the two of you have been in this situation only once or twice would be an extreme understatement. You’ve lost count of the times that Calum has found you in this certain state of vulnerability, the first time being months back when Luke first talked about Sierra romantically.

That was at Ashton’s house on a Sunday morning after a Saturday night out.

You remember how Luke’s eyes shone under the light-washed room when he talked about meeting Sierra the night before, and how he hasn’t felt that way since first meeting his ex - when things were non-toxic and healthy. You remember how his dimples came out as his smile widened when he spoke of the cheesy pick up line he used to approach her. You remember the boys patting him on the back, happy that he’s found someone that was then a possible love interest. You remember being one of the ones to smile and hug him, telling him that he truly deserves someone to love in a way unexplainable. And you remember him thanking you for that, telling you how much he appreciates all that you’ve done for him and the band.

But then you also remember having to excuse yourself after breakfast because ‘you had to use the restroom,’ but really it’s because you almost felt yourself choking from holding back the tears. You remember suddenly bursting out of your seat and head straight to the bathroom, bumping into Calum on the way. You remember how Calum checked on you as soon as you two collided and how his face softened as soon as he saw your broken state. You remember faking a smile before pushing past him and finally reach the bathroom. You remember having to lock the door and open the faucet so that no one could hear you crying and in pain. You remember how Calum knocked softly and asked you to let him in, not taking no for an answer. And once you did, he allowed his actions to speak volumes and only hugged you tight against his chest, whispering sweet nothings and words of comfort against your ear all the while softly rubbing your back.

You remember the first out of the countless low points in your life, and each time Calum was always there for you. You don’t know whether you could’ve gone on remaining to be such good friends with Luke and the rest of the boys if he wasn’t there for you. You probably wouldn’t last a day without his comfort. Calum was and still remains to be your anchor, - your lifeline.

Baby, you do it so well You been so understanding, you been so good And I’m puttin’ you through more than one ever should And I’m hating myself ‘cause you don’t want to Admit that it hurts you

But it’s so wrong. It’s so wrong what you’re doing to him.

It doesn’t take a genius to understand why he’s done all that he’s done for you. Sure he’s your friend, but so is Ash and Mike, so is Crystal and Kay.

So when you asked him why,

“Cal, why are you doing this?”

“Hm?”

“Why are you here? Why aren’t you out right now with the rest of the boys? It’s a Friday night, Cal. You could’ve met a girl today.”

“The only girl I need is right here with me.”

“Cal I’m serious. Why do you stay with me? I mean- don’t get me wrong, I appreciate all that you’ve done for me and I truly love you from the bottom of my heart, but you know you don’t have to do any of this.”

“I know that Y/N.”

“Okay, so why do you?”

-and he replies with nothing, you knew.

The silence was the loudest of all answers he could’ve possibly given.

After what felt like hours, the two of you pull apart and out of the embrace. Your eyes still remain closed as you try to steady your breathing. Lips quivering from both the pain and the cold, you feel Calum wrap around his jacket around you which then makes you suddenly step away from him.

Startled, Calum reaches forward to touch your shoulder in a comforting manner, “I’m sorry Y/N I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to give you my jacket since you seem col-”

“I’m sorry, Cal.” You cut him off with a whisper.

“What?” He replies, his gaze softening at the sight of your defenseless exteriority and his heart aching from your delicate words.

I know that it breaks your heart when I cry again Over him, mmh I know that it breaks your heart when I cry again 'Stead of ghostin’ him

Sighing, you raise your head to look at him before smiling weakly, “I know you care about me. In- in the same way I care about Luke, and-” You readjust yourself by looking away from him, “I know it hurts you. I know it hurts you seeing me cry because of how I feel for him and God Cal, I’m so sorry for being selfish and accepting your embrace every time you come to me.”

“No no no no no Y/N no-” He tries to cut you off.

“Im so sorry for being such a hypocrite and not putting your feelings in consideration the same way you’ve been putting mine. I’m so sorry for just thinking about me Cal. I know it’s breaking your heart and- fuck, I’m so fucking sorry that I’m just allowing myself to do this to you.” You sputter your words out quickly, pausing in between due to the sobs escaping your lips.

Letting out a weak laugh, you smile as you look up at him, “God I wish I love you instead of him. I wish I loved you instead, Cal.”

“Shh shh, don’t say those things alright? You can’t possibly blame yourself for how you feel.” He responds soothingly, his hand finding its way to the back of your head as he pulls you in another hug, yet this one being firmer and tighter. “-I would know. It’s not your fault, Y/N.”

You grasp the fabric of his back and squeeze in attempt of comfort, smiling sadly and ironically, “The fucked up part is that it’s not his either.”

Letting out a soft sigh, you sway from side to side as you’re in the embrace, “He’s so happy with her, and I should be happy for him. But instead I drown myself in misery. I can’t even last an hour during a date without wishing I was with him instead. I’m so fucking pathetic, honestly.”

“We both are.”

“Guess we are perfect for eachother then.”

“Guess so.”

We’ll get through this, we’ll get past this, I’m a girl with A whole lot of baggage But I love you, we’ll get past this, I’m a girl with A whole lot of baggage, yeah

Making your way out of the studio, Calum again tries to wrap his jacket around you, and you let him. 

You thank him silently before giving a small smile and pushing the door open, Calum trudging along behind you closely. 

The both of you silently walk through the halls as you pass by the records and record labels upon which are in bright colors, screaming in yellow and green from the Sounds Good Feels Good album and red and blue for Youngblood. Your eyes find themselves scanning the walls ahead as you say memories captured in camera. 

Suddenly coming to a stop, Calum realizes the distance between you and him as he finds himself ahead of you. Turning around, he sees you biting your lip as you clearly try to hold back the tears. You were looking at the displayed image of you and Luke in a very tight embrace, taken just backstage when the guys have won their first ARIA award. Ironically, the sweet moment between the two of you was captured by Calum himself. 

You take one last look before swallowing the lump that formed in your throat as you continue your walk, grabbing Calum’s hand in the process. 

Calum slightly gets startled at your actions for some reason, even though hand holding is a very common gesture that the two of you do. Perhaps it was the timing upon which you did it. Or maybe he’s just falling in love with you even more, so much more that what was once a friendly action became a meaningful touch to him. 

Smiling sadly, Calum says nothing in fear that you’d suddenly let go.

Though I wish he were here instead Don’t want that living in your head He just comes to visit me When I’m dreaming every now and then (And then)

Once the two of you reach the outside, you pull him to a stop and look at him. 

He stares back at you with a kind of fondness that warms your heart, how could you have possibly been blessed by whichever power is about above with someone like him? 

Putting down the bags, you ask him to do the same, and as he does what he is told, you then take a hold of both his hands and place the in between the both of you.  

You smile before looking up at him, the difference in height taking a huge toll in the distance between both of your sights. Sighing softly, “I want to try us, Cal.” 

Taken aback, Calum looks at you in confusion, “What are you-”

“I don’t know when yet-” You cut him off, “and I don’t know how. I don’t know whether it’ll work out, and I don’t know whether this is crazy or not but- but I want to try, Cal.”

It takes a while for Calum to respond as he only stares at you adamantly before speaking up, “Y/N I love you.”

“Cal-”

“No. I love you. I’m in love with you. And I don’t know what that means to you or for you but I can’t just put my emotions on the line like this in hopes that you’ll run out of feelings for Luke and turn to me instead. That’s not fair, lovely. And I’m sorry but I can’t do that. I can’t just be a second choice.”

He finishes with a gentle tuck of your hair behind your ear, and suddenly you feel your heart flutter at the gesture.

This small interaction and display of affection has given you the boost to speak about what you mean, “Cal, of course not. I could never ever ask you to do such a thing. You’re not my- and should never ever be anyone’s second choice.”

You pause, trying to find the right words to say.

“And I’m not asking for that. I’m not asking for dates, or goodmorning texts, or gifts. I’m not asking for anything more than our current now. I’m not asking for you or myself or anyone to do anything. The only difference from now on is that I’ll recognize the fact that you have these feelings for me. That’s something I’ve never done before Cal, and you know it. Each time you’ve showed me affection I’ve brushed it off. Each time you’ve showed your love for me I chose to blindly ignore it. But I won’t anymore. I won’t ignore your love anymore, and I won’t pretend that you don’t anymore.”

Fumbling over with your words, you can just feel his eyes staring at you. It made you feel a sense of weakness, a tremble in your knees as you for the first time in existence felt intimidated by his presence. 

A kind of feeling you’ve only gotten around Luke.

“I’m not asking you to keep loving me, I’m just saying that if you do still choose to, I won’t hide how I feel about them anymore.”

It was a very long pause. A very long silence.

You hear distant car noises from down the street and certain chatters from crowds across the block. It feels as if you’re in a scene located in a desert and a tumbleweed passes by.

“And how do you feel about them, Y/N?”He finally asks, more daringly than sweet.

You kind of liked it.

“Just now?” You look up at him straightly, your head tipped up as his are tipped down, “I kind of like it, Cal.” 

And after all that we been through (And after all that we been through) There’s so much to look forward to What was done and what was said Leave it all here in this bed with you (With you)

You have no clue what is to come after that interaction. You don’t even know whether you made the right choice. 

You didn’t love Calum,

not yet.

But somehow you cared and longed for him lovingly. The way you needed him is unlike any other person you needed before. Not even Luke. He understands and connects with you in every way and every level. He brings you a sense of peace, a sense of calmness and joy and happiness that is incomparable to anything of existence. And that night, you felt something else other than joy or peace or happiness. No, instead you felt an immediate connection - a connection so strong that you felt so drawn to him than ever before. 

You didn’t feel love, you felt a connection on its way to love.

This connection is a type that developed over time, and after a long way hell in traffic, it’s finally reached its destination. 

soulmate (n): a connection so strong that you are drawn to them in a way you have never experienced before; as this connection develops over time, you experience a love so deep, strong, and complex, that you begin to doubt that you have ever truly loved anyone before. 

okay haylors

PLEASE-

help

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The Falcon And The Winter Soldier (2021-)

Hii! I loved your cal fic so much it was so good! I was wondering if I could request a fic where cal and the reader are already dating but she gets attacked by a crazy fan and cal has to do something about it. Thanking you :)) xx

Hello!! Thank you so much for the compliment, and this is a great idea! I’ll definitely put it into writing as soon as I can 🤍

hi, i loved ‘i bet she’s beautiful’ and i would love a part two! ❤️❤️

Hello! Thank you so much for appreciating my writing, it means an incredible lot to me. And yes ill definitely write a part two! It’ll be in my drafts for a while but I’ll get it out as soon as I can 🤍

run to you - luke hemmings

summary - luke realizes his feelings for you after tragedy strikes and all he wants to do is run to you. 

warnings - nerves, grief, mention of a car accident

word count - 1.7k

a/n - i dont know what this is or if i like it but if it does well i’ll make a part 2 lmao

Copyright © 2020 @notanacousticsetcal. All rights reserved.

The icy glass of the passenger window was cold against your forehead and you felt the soft hum of the car vibrate against your skin. The snow was starting to stick to the concrete outside and you felt the urge to jump out of the car and make snow angels.

Anxiety and nerves continued to swell in the pit of your stomach as Maya drove, bringing you closer and closer to the very last place you wanted to be. 

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. You did want to see your friends. You hadn’t seen Ash, Mike or Cal in several months due to the circumstances and you also had isolated yourself from your other friends, Maya being pretty much the only person you talked to consistently. Maya was actually bringing you closer and closer to the very last person you wanted to see.

He’d probably be with his new girlfriend, looking all smug and cocky, and you’d be glued to Maya’s side all night, trying not to make eye contact with him or the thin model he had on his arm. 

“We’re here.” Maya pulled you abruptly out of your thoughts and you realized that the car had, in fact, stopped and you would have to get out and face everyone in a minute. 

Maya saw the worry in your eyes and gave your arm a squeeze. “Doll, you got this, alright? You look hot and you’re gonna go in there and show Luke what he coulda had, okay?”

You sighed and looked up at Maya with glassy eyes. “I don’t know if I can face him, M.”

“Oh sweetie.” She tugged you quickly into a tight hug and scolded softly into your ear. “He’s not worth any more tears. I know you’re ready for this and I’ll be right there with you the entire time.” She pulled away from you, her hands still gripping your shoulders. “Alright?’

You nodded in understanding and blinked away your tears. You pulled down the sun visor to give yourself one last look and took a deep breath. You got this.

The snow crunched softly under your booties as you approached the front door. Bile began to rise in your throat and your palms got all sweaty but you kept your face stoic and calm. He would not get the satisfaction of seeing you flustered. 

Maya lifted a ring clad hand and gave a few strong knocks before someone called “coming!”

Excitement swelled in you because you knew who that voice belonged to. 

A tall brunette with soft, brown puppy eyes opened the door, beer in hand. “You guys made it!” Calum tugged you in by your shoulders, wrapping you in the biggest bear hug you’d ever experienced. “I missed you, tiny.”

“Cal, I missed you too. So much.” He felt you sniffle and immediately pulled you away from him, concern written on his face. 

“Hey! No tears on New Years.” He immediately began to chuckle to himself.

You stared at him, trying to appear unimpressed and hiding the smile fighting it’s way onto your face. “You’re laughing because you rhymed, aren’t you.”

He nodded softly and pulled you under his arm, guiding you and Maya through the door.

“Look who’s here!” Cal smiled proudly, presenting you and Maya to the crowd and you blushed a deep shade of red, hiding your face in Calum’s chest.

Mike immediately engulfed your smaller figure into a giant hug and rambled on about how much he missed you and Crystal kept trying to fight for her turn. You wrapped your arms tightly around her and apologized for not being around as much anymore and then you felt even worse when she started crying, but she insisted that it wasn’t a big deal, she just missed you. 

Next came Ash and KayKay who each gave you warm and welcoming hugs and you talked to them for a while, catching up on their lives and letting them in a little on yours. They insisted that you and Maya get coffee with them sometime and you agreed, so happy that they didn’t take your leave of absence personally. You didn’t want them to feel caught in the middle or that they had to choose between you and Luke once things had escalated 6 months ago. 

You greeted the rest of the party, your eyes finally landing on Luke only to find he was already staring at you. You immediately looked down and then cursed yourself for being so passive.

6 months ago, you confessed your feelings for Luke in Michael’s backyard at a party and nothing had been the same since. You were so sure he felt the same way but as soon as the words came out of your mouth, he clammed up and stopped talking to you. It was some of the worst pain you’d ever felt. Not only the pain of rejection from someone you had romantic feelings for, but also the pain of losing your best friend. 

You had gotten a good look at the girl tucked under his arm. She had shorter blonde hair and tanned skin and the build of a Victoria’s Secret model. A stereotypically gorgeous girl – the type you often compared yourself to. It made you think about all the things she had that you didn’t. Luke picked her over you.

About 2 hours into the night – it was close to 9 now – you sat on the couch with Maya watching Ashton act something out in charades. 

Luke’s phone starts ringing from across the room. You know it’s his because his ringtone is spongebob music. He sits up, pushing the blonde girls legs off of his lap and excusing himself to take the call. He seemed concerned, but you told yourself it wasn’t your job to worry about him anymore. 

About 20 minutes had gone by and Luke hadn’t returned which was a little worrisome. 

You sat up from the couch and grabbed your glass to go get a refill from the kitchen, attempting to push Luke out of your mind.

“Want anything?” You asked Maya. She shook her head, “I’m good, thanks.”

You padded down the hall, your feet bare, and grabbed the wine bottle left open on the counter. The red liquid slowly funneled out of the glass and you practically jumped out of your skin when you saw Luke standing in the doorway. You had to stop yourself from looking down at his black button up or the patch of exposed pale skin peaking through the unbuttoned top of it. 

You were trying to decide whether to scold him for scaring you or ignore him when you noticed how puffy and red his eyes were and how empty he looked. 

“Hi…” You said, not really sure how else to approach this situation. He was really worrying you. 

Luke ran a hand through his hair and approached the island. With a screech, he pulled one of the stools out and plopped himself down on it. His head immediately fell into his hands and he let out an exasperated groan, shaking his head slowly back and forth. 

You stood there, uncomfortable and in shock, without a single clue on what to do with the sad boy in front of you. It didn’t feel right to leave him there after he approached you first so you stood there awkwardly, taking a big swig of the fresh red wine in your glass to fight the anxious ramble you were sure to let out soon if he didn’t say anything. 

After a minute of painful silence, Luke picked his head up and looked at you. Because he was so close, you could really see his pink tear stained cheeks and his glassy eyes. You tried to ignore how your heart broke for him – you were supposed to be over him.

“Just got a call from my mum,” he said. His throat bobbed and he licked his lips. 

You gave him a quizzical look, expecting him to continue.

“My uh – god.” Luke shook his head and gripped his hair tightly. He sucked in a sharp breath. “My brother, Ben, and his wife got in a car accident about an hour ago.” 

You gasped, clapping a hand to your mouth. You had met Ben several times since you and Luke had known each other. Always a kind soul and the life of the party. “Oh my god. Is he alright?”

Luke’s bottom lip began to quiver and he pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and middle finger. You could tell it was taking everything in him to hold his composure. “He’s in a coma. They don’t know if or when he’ll come out of it.” 

Without a second thought, you practically ran around the island to Luke and pulled him tightly into a hug. He melted into you, both his arms folding over your shoulders and his face tucking into the crook of your neck. Immediately, your shirt began to dampen with the tears he stopped trying to hold back and you ran your hands up and down his back soothingly. “I’m so, so sorry, Lu.” There was nothing you could say to make his hurt go away, all you could do was be there.

He tried to keep his sobs quiet so the others wouldn’t come looking, but even his soft cries were the most tortured sounds you’d ever heard. Hearing his pain brought tears to your eyes.

“Lu, god, Lu, I’m so sorry,” you repeated, holding his head and placing a kiss on his shoulder.

After a few minutes, his sobs ceased and he began to pull back from you, sniffling. You handed him a tissue and he gladly accepted, giving you the most genuine smile he could muster in the moment. 

“I’m sorry for unloading that on you.” He kicked his feet under the counter distractedly. 

You shook your head. “You don’t need to apologize.” 

Luke laughed bitterly. “Yeah, yeah I do. What I did to you… I regret it every single day.”

You shifted your feet uncomfortably. “We don’t have to talk about that.”

“Yes, yes we do. Because… because I lost my best friend.” You looked down at your fingers and fiddled with your rings anxiously. “Now might not be the most ideal time to say this, but I feel like I have to. Not only did I lose my best friend… but I’ve always loved you too. My feelings for you are so strong that my first instinct was to run. I was afraid of losing myself in you. Or the kind of heartbreak I’d experience if I ever lost you. But not trying is so much worse and I know that now.” Luke bit his lip. “I love you. And I don’t think I even fully realized it until 20 minutes ago when I got the worst news I’ve probably ever received in my life… and the first thing I wanted to do was run to you.”

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love was found: dead

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Kendall brought out the best of boyfriend Harry and that’s the tea

The iconic yacht with his family🤭

Her 21st birthday party

MORE of the iconic yacht with his family

This shits cute as fuck what are we even talking about

I’m sorry in advance for the post I’ve just created

CAN YALL TEACH MY BOOMER ASS HOW TO DO MASTERLISTS I CANT DO ITSHDHSB

Break the stigma

and i present to you my favorite video of calum: “ya lil bitchass.”

everything in this video just,,,,radiates harry,, like it’s so him and like it just radiates harry styles energy

Yeah , like same.

Imagine Finding out Edwards Secret and Having a Normal Human Response

“Say it”

“Vampire,” (Y/N) whispers and slowly starts to turn and runs away

“You know I can outrun you” Edward yells from his unchanged spot in the clouded forest

“YEAH BUT A BITCH CAN TRY”

MASTERLIST

Tell Me What You’re Thinking (c.h)

Pairing: Calum Hood x Fem! Reader

Summary: You overhear something you shouldn’t hear. But Calum will make it right, won’t he?

Warnings: ANGST. Language (including insults), mentions of alcohol, drugs and cheating. MC with low self esteem. Some grammar mistakes (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)

Word count: 4 k

Author’s Note: hi I’m back with the angsty shit. This is very self indulgent, and I put Mitchy as a bad guy here, so sorry if you like him? Reblogs, Commets, Feedback and likes are very welcomed and encouraged! I love to hear from you guys ❤️ hope you like it and Happy Reading ✨🦋🌻

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You sighed as you finished your last paper. It was finals week and you were officially done with your exams and term papers for the semester. The last couple of weeks were rough and no one knew that more than you and your boyfriend Calum who has been by your side through this whole stressing process.

You smiled to yourself as you remembered the encouraging words that Calum often said to you. He knew how hard you worked in school and at your part time job in a law firm, and you appreciated how much he cared for you in times of stress and frustrations. Always cheering you up from the bleechers as you made a name for yourself.

Calum promised that once you were done with school for the semester, he was going to take you out on a well deserved Holiday, just the two of you and Duke as you celebrated another six months worth of work done. Everything was already planned for the next weekend and you couldn’t wait.

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