HAVANA

— HAVANA

PAIRING: jung hoseok x reader

GENRE: university au, fuckboy hoseok, angst

WARNINGS: ^ and betrayal

WORD COUNT: 4.6k

A/N: there will be a finale to this so stay tuned!! thank you all for your support:,)💕

SUMMARY: All because of a crush…

• MASTERLIST || THOUGHTS? || 2

“He’s such a—”

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Congratulations. You Were Right.

Can I request something angsty with Jinyoung of GOT7 but with a happy ending please

Here you go, anon! I hope you like it!!

Genre: College!AU, Angst to Fluff

Pairing: Jinyoung x You

By Admin B

Warning: Mention of drug use.

“What, you’re not even going to tell me to make good choices?” you asked bitterly as you were halfway out the door.

“No,” Jinyoung replied shortly. “I doubt it would have any effect if I did.”

The urge to roll your eyes was too strong to resist, but thankfully, Jinyoung wasn’t currently looking at you so you gave in. If he’d seen you rolling your eyes, he surely would’ve lost it.

And by ‘lost it’ you meant he would’ve gone utterly silent and not spoken to you for at least a day.

“Fine,” you sneered. “See you later, I guess.”

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UNDEFEATED - SOCCER!CALUM

summary : neighbor!jock!calum has a notorious stuck up persona, that is, until you catch him in his backyard with a pup and a very noticeable smile.

word count : 1.7k

warnings : adult content, swearing

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Maybe if he hadn’t hit the books from your hands using his damn soccer ball in year nine you would’ve grown a crush on him like every other girl has done in the past. Maybe if he didn’t act like he runs the town and actually treated women like the humans they are you’d be a bit fond of Calum Hood. But yet again you find yourself rolling your eyes as he enters the school building as another soccer game whirls by and he’s still his undefeated self whooping and hollering as the school cheers the team for being the best in state.

Senior year rolls along and there he is, jersey sheen on his built figure and raven tendrils of curls in a mess atop his head, the grass stained cleats on his feet that squeaked noisily while his team carried themselves triumphantly behind him. They won, of course they did. Never lost a game in his life, he claims. Yet another way he boosts his ego through the roof exclaiming how they’re still undefeated, the captain himself boasts in his pride daily to double check everybody knows he’s the best.

“And here he comes now.” You groan to your friends, noting the way their eyes looked at him the same way yours did. Hatred laced in your features with a straight face and pursed lips sent Calum’s way. Or should you say sent your way because that’s where he seems to be walking? His hands held the winning ball, mud and grass covering most of the black and white patches, he bounced it back and forth between his hands as his tall figure approached you.

“What would it take for you to actually smile at me for once, hm?” He loved teasing you like that, he knew you hated him and that added onto his cocky persona more. Calum was a prone perfectionist with a keen interest in getting you to like him. The signature smirk and mocha brown eyes didn’t pull you in just like everybody else, but he wanted you to fall helplessly in love as if you were a girl who greets him with open arms and endless kisses. Yeah, no. That’s not your relationship with him.

“Try me.” You bit at the inside of your cheek to fight back the crude nickname you wanted to add on but opted against it when his lips parted to speak. However, a teammate butt into the conversation for him. “Hood here wants a date with you.” The slightly taller blonde sent a friendly shove to Calum’s back thinking he had helped the situation but your eyebrow cocking up showed just how unamused you were with the question thrown towards you.

This is the part where girls step in, begging that they’re so much better than you and will give him anything he wants- and they mean anything. You found that a bit disgusting, you’ve seen how girls treat him like some sex machine and all they can do is hope that it’s their chance soon to get dragged into the storage closet and fucked into the next century. The girls at your school don’t have much respect for their body but luckily there’s a few who understand where you’re coming from with the whole ‘I hate Calum Hood’ thing.

The first time he asked you out was Monday, strutting his way to you during gym as he used a terribly devised plan that his friend Luke came up with and whipped a soccer ball towards your face and apologized by offering a date. The smirk on his plump lips and soccer ball in hand made you roll your eyes, stomping your way down to the nurse with a flat out no for an answer.

The second attempt occurred on Wednesday, figuring out that giving you a bloody nose is not the best way to get a girl to like him. So he took a different route, sneaking into your drama class and pulling you behind the curtains of the auditorium as he tried to seduce you but failed nonetheless when you took the paint used for the props and let it dump on top of his head, the lime green color smearing over his clothes and leaving you to laugh and say no at the same time.

With a light sigh reminiscing in the memories you spoke, “Third time this week you’ve asked, the answer’s never gonna be yes.” You let the door to your locker slam shut as the final bell rang almost as if on cue signifying you could leave and head home now. A stunned and pissed off Calum left dead in his tracks watching yet another failed date go to waste. He felt defenseless, the small huff under his breath as he struggled to find a way to fix his fallen ego. “Fine, it’s the champ’s birthday anyway!”

He talks about himself in the third person, you thought, how pathetic.

It’s not that he wants you to fall head over heels in love with his manly self, he was in desperate need for a date to Prom and you were the perfect girl for it. As odd as it sounds he likes how you play hard to get. He just can’t get through to you that this date isn’t going to be like all the other one’s he takes girls on- Calum was going to actually try to impress you. He had a very expensive dinner reservation set, roses ordered at the florist, and even got you a necklace but now he has to cancel and return all of his hard work that just got thrown down the drain.

An hour or so later you had heard him, not intentionally calling you, instead he was laughing. This was the only downside to living close to your school, Calum chose the house right next door to you. Of course neither of you found out until the day a soccer ball came crashing through your kitchen window mid-breakfast and knocked over all of the fresh milk and eggs you had been in the midst of mixing for your omelet. The jock himself stood in the yard next door sheepishly pointing at his friend Michael beside him to blame.

“It’s game time, alright bud?” The tone didn’t sound like Calum but the voice surely belonged to him. He didn’t have his usual smooth rasp or cocky laugh added into the mix, he was playful and happy as you stepped closer to your open window hoping to catch a glimpse at the boy himself. His body was crouched down in his yard, his head level to that of a dog’s, the golden labrador panting happily as it’s tail swung back and forth.

“Ready?” Calum asked rhetorically- or so you thought it wouldn’t be answered but the dog gave an excited bark in reply. It amazed you the dog’s training was top notch, it’s paws padding their way through the grass to where Calum now stood, peeling his sweaty soccer jersey off of his torso. Your breath hitched in your throat seeing him shirtless for the first time, the way his toned stomach and built back muscles tensed when he crouched down gave chills up your spine, the red jersey lazily thrown off to the side of the yard. He kept the matching soccer shorts and shin guards on as well as his cleats. But it was his biceps flexing as he carried the soccer ball to the center of his yard that really through you off, a net put against each far side of the fence your parents forced the family to put up after the fifth soccer ball broke one of your windows.

However, now that you were up in your room it gave you the advantage of looking into their backyard, the jock freely being himself as he dropped the checkered ball to the ground and let his dog get first hit, pouncing it’s front paws onto it so the ball moved between Calum’s legs and he narrated it’s every move.

“Champ fakes left, then right, and left again as his opponent chases after him for the steal!” Calum let his foot hook into the soccer ball and carry it towards his goal instead. The now named dog gives a small woof before circling Calum’s legs rapidly. The raven haired boy laughing gleefully before the reporter voice returned once again. “This is a tough situation he’s got himself into, can Hood break through and get the goal? Or will his competitor win yet again?” The announcer voice he used made the slightest curve of your lips tug into a smile, Champ’s actions stopping as he and Calum stood on each side of the ball staring intensely.

“The eye contact- you can really sense the tension rising in the stadium, Champ goes for a steal!” Calum notes the dog’s actions, pretending to act shocked over how Champ’s nose nudged the ball towards his paws and took the soccer ball in his mouth while bolting for the red net. It’s hind legs pounced to the goal, setting the soccer ball inside as it let out a light bark and jumped around in circles, calling his owner closer. “Hood runs but is yet again defeated!” Calum laughs as he fakes a fall, landing on his bum with a hearty laugh leaving his smiling lips. The dog attacking him in wet sloppy licks all over his face.

“Happy birthday, Champ.” Calum ruffles the dog’s short blonde fur on it’s head, Champ’s ears flapping back and forth as he did so. A smile noticeable on Calum’s full lips seeing his dog so happy, letting the dog pepper his face in licks. Suddenly, it clicked into place that he actually meant he was celebrating his dog’s birthday. Calum didn’t speak of himself in third person back at school, Champ’s his dog who he clearly has a strong bond with.

It took a minute of you standing there to realize you were smiling the whole way through, a stifled laugh escaping your lips watching Calum get attacked by sloppy dog kisses so much he had to lower onto his back in the grass. You were actually watching Calum be himself, no posse or girl wrapped around his arm. For some crazy reason, you found his softer side a bit cuter than his stuck up persona that is clearly a set up. Now that you’ve seen him act like his usual self it showed you the true Calum Hood. Not the self confident, overly cocky one. You saw his giddy, outgoing side. It was just him and his dog, the two undefeated champs.

Redamancy

➳ a/n: idk if this is the end of my hiatus or not, but I started writing this and I ended up finishing it. not sure when I’ll be updating anything else, but I’m enjoying writing this atm so will probably update the second part of this next- will be a miniseries, not sure how many parts. also, please don’t send me hate, just keep it to yourself, because it’s honestly so hurtful and it makes me so unmotivated to write and just puts me down in general. thank you for being patient with me ~ admin m x 

(this also hasn’t been proofread)

➳ pairing: jimin x reader

➳ genre: college!au, angst, smut, fluff (all, as per)

➳ word count: 5.2k

warnings: drinking, fingering, oral, unprotected sex

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“Y/N, I’m gay.”

Your heart falls to the pit of your stomach all of a sudden, and it churns there till you feel a bit sick. What?

“I wanted you to hear it from me first.” Your best friend takes a deep breath, “So I just thought I’d say it. I’d just do it. I’m gay. I’m one hundred and ten percent gay. Entirely.”

You feel the tears stinging at your eyes, but you couldn’t possibly cry in heartbreak after your best friend, and the man you’ve loved for nearly eight years now, has just confessed his deepest secret to you. Of course he would tell you first. He knows he can tell you anything. You just didn’t want it to be this.

“Joonie,” You choke, forcing a smile, “Joonie I- I mean- I mean, wow, just- wow.”

He rubs the back of his neck a little awkwardly, smiling down at his lap as he nods slowly, “Yeah, it’s something I’ve- I’ve known about for a while, and I didn’t want to come out in high school because you know people are so immature, and I wasn’t even so sure about it myself, so I thought I’d wait till college where people are more open and understanding and I felt more certain and-“ He takes in another breath, “And I met someone.” 

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Road to Ruin

Jaebum x Reader

Description: You may or may not have a thing for your roommate’s best friend.

(Happy birthday @softlyjackson !!! I hope you enjoy the fic! ❤️❤️❤️)

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“For the fiftieth time, I am not going out with you, Jaebum,” you exhale through your nose, covering your eyes with your palms, too used to this situation every time you two are alone, “I’ll say it once more loud and clear. I’m not interested. Got it?”

“No, I didn’t quite catch that, Y/n. Could you repeat yourself please?” Jaebum grins at your obvious annoyance as he leans back in the sofa, sitting in all of his dark haired, pierced ears, punk tee and beautiful smile glory.

Typically you would have struck up a conversation about his Ramones “Road to Ruin” band shirt- the album being one of your favourites.

Since it’s Jaebum, however, you’d rather not give him another reason to interact with you.

“Go away,” you groan, face down on your arm resting on the table, and when he laughs your heart does the tiniest leap.

“That’s no way to treat your guests now is it?”

“You’re Mark’s guest,” you say referring to your roommate who was currently playing video games with his friend Youngjae, “not mine.”

“Well I’m talking to you aren’t I?”

“Yeah, why is that? Go play Call of Duty or whatever, I’m busy,” You continue to write your assignment and when he doesn’t move his gaze from your face you huff out angrily. “Mark, tell Jaebum to leave me alone!”

“Leave her alone, Jaeb- Oh, crap! Go left, Youngjae!” His eyes remained glued to the screen, furiously working his controller and not paying any attention to you- this causes Jaebum to laugh at you.

“Traitor,” you mutter, throwing your rubber at Mark and wincing when it hits the back of Youngjae’s head instead making him cry out in indignation.

“Ow, Y/n!” He chucks it back, missing wildly for fear of not wanting to be distracted from the virtual game.

“Sorry,” you laugh, getting up to retrieve the rubber which is now conveniently on the other side of the room.

“I’ll get it,” Jaebum pipes up and you sit back down seeing as he’s closer to it.

“So what’s your assignment about?” He sets the rubber down and sits next to you on the table instead of his previous spot on the sofa.

“Some literature question on Jane Austen,” you explain, surprised that he’s actually taking an interest.

“Hm, sounds boring,” he crinkles his nose cutely and at this moment you realise how different his personality is from his appearance.

“Not everyone’s a cool music major like you,” you say with a mocking smile.

Dismissing this with a brief laugh, Jaebum then prompts to ask you a question that catches you off guard.

“Hey, why do you pretend that you don’t like me?” Tilting his head, he mutters the words quietly which contrasts the other boys’ yelling.

“I don’t know what you mean,” the sentence comes out of your mouth way too fast for even you to believe it is true. Lying straight through your teeth, you stare hard at your paper.

“And I don’t believe that for a second,” he scoffs.

There is a minute of silence where Jaebum patiently waits, and you don’t know what to say.

“Look,” you sigh, “you don’t want anything serious, I’ve heard the rumours. Do not even try and defend yourself, Im Jaebum. We both know they’re true,” you chuckle at his wide eyed expression when he opens his mouth ready to interrupt. “And you’re also Mark’s roommate and I don’t want a situation where you have to stop coming over and Mark gets upset.”

“How do you know I don’t want anything serious with you? You haven’t even given me a chance yet,” his voice sounds genuine to your ears, but you really can’t tell if he has mastered the art of fabricating lies in order to get girls on their knees and in his bed with just a couple of words and a change in expression.

“You must have noticed I haven’t been like that recently,” he raises an eyebrow and you have to give him that. He really hasn’t been up to his usual habits these days- a peculiar fact that you and Mark have discussed and are very confused about. “I want to try with you, Y/n, why can’t you do the same?”

“I-I don’t…” you hesitate, not used to Jaebum’s usually chill and carefree persona suddenly being serious. He may be completely willing to try but you’re not willing to get your heart broken when you’re so young.

Especially when you already know you feel something for your roommate’s best friend.

“It’s getting late and I have class tomorrow,” you gather all your things, standing up.

“You’re going to sleep already, Y/n?” Mark finally diverts his attention to you and frowns.

“Yeah, I’m really tired,” you yawn, not having to lie about this after staying awake late the night before.

“Okay, but are you coming to the party tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I said I would,” you smile at him, “goodnight,” you say to him and Youngjae and they do the same before going back to their virtual violence.

“I’ll see you at the party tomorrow,” Jaebum smiles, looking content rather than smug and you curse inwardly. You should have expected him to have been planning to go there.

“Yeah, uh, I guess,” you nod awkwardly as you turn away walking to your room. As you shut the door, you scowl at yourself for being so obvious and collapse on your bed trying not to think too much.

***

“Woah, you look good, Y/n,” Mark observes as you walk out of your room wearing a mid-thigh oversized t-shirt you found in Mark’s room that passes as a dress paired with some fishnets and combat boots.

“Aw, thank you,” you smile brightly at him, “a real improvement from my recent state of a coffee dependent, barely surviving, exhausted life form.”

“You and Jaebum would be really good together,” he remarks, sounding surprisingly innocent.

“Just because I’m wearing your Guns N’ Roses shirt and he’s into the same type of music?” You try for nonchalant as you roll your eyes.

“Erm, no, that’s not actually my-“ He’s cut off by your phone notifying you with a text that your best friend Hyojin is outside.

“She’s here, let’s go,” you motion towards the door, prompting Mark to get up.

Taking a seat in the front, Mark in the back, Hyojin starts the car.

“You look nice,” Hyojin smirks and you know what’s coming next won’t be anything good. “Is all of this for a certain black-haired punk enthusiast who’s also coming to this party?”

“First of all, shut up before I destroy your tires,” this sends her cackling, “second of all- I don’t need to have someone to impress. Maybe I just want to look nice,” you say truthfully.

“Hang on,” Mark speaks up. “That description sounds awfully familiar.”

“Now look what you’ve done, you wench,” glare at Hyojin who snorts.

“Everyone knows there’s something there except Mark- he never pays any attention to his surroundings.”

“Excuse me,” Mark points a finger to Hyojin, “I’ve been told my vacant expression is adorable.”

“Very adorable,” you giggle along with your best friend.

“We’re getting off track here. You like Jaebum?” Mark leans forward in his seat so his face is next to your headrest.

“Yeah,” you mumble, not bothering to hide anything.

“Huh,” he leans back and returns to his phone.

“Is that… all you have to say?” You ask.

“Yeah, you guys have similar interests. I can see it happening,” he shrugs, making you want to pull on your hair in frustration.

You almost wanted him to be against it.

“Honestly, Y/n,” Hyojin sighs, pulling up to park, “You’re the only one who’s against this just because you’re scared of getting hurt.”

“Why would you be scared?” Mark looks up sounding baffled. “He’s a great guy and doesn’t even fuck around anymore if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I don’t know, I just don’t want to make it weird,” you unbuckle your seatbelt and get out of the car as the other two do the same. “We’ll just see where it goes.”

“Forgetting about him, our mission is to make you as drunk as possible,” she grabs your hand and pulls you into the house after Mark departs to find his friends.

You wait in the kitchen drumming your fingers on the counter. A few minutes later, Hyojin returns balancing four cups somehow, filled with a liquid that you don’t even bother to ask about.

“Drink up,” she thrusts a cup into your hands, tipping back her own.

“Wow,” your expression gives away the burning in your throat from the first large gulp you take- which seems to be a mistake.

“Ah, fuck it,” you take an even larger swig.

“I know you wanna be drunk, Y/n, but slow down a little,” Hyojin’s voice is already a little shaky due to her being more susceptible to alcohol out of the two of you.

Ignoring her, you grab the other cup starting on that one too.

“Hey, I’m going to go find Youngjae,” Hyojin sets her cup down with a determined look, “he’s cute and I won’t have the courage to do this sober. Wish me luck!” And with that she stumbles away back into the party not waiting for a response.

Picking up Hyojin’s second cup which she left unfinished, you don’t hesitate before draining it.

“Good enough,” you say to yourself walking out of the kitchen.

Through your tipsy haze, you spot Jaebum leaning against a wall on the other side of the room and your first thought is to head towards him.

“Hey,” you look up at the taller boy who seems surprised that you’ve come to him.

“Y/n,” Jaebum’s face breaks out into a smile, instantly making yours do the same.

He has such a beautiful smile

“So do you,” he tries to hold his laughter in and you realise with a jolt that you said this out loud.

You avert your gaze downwards to look at your boots- until you hear him speak again.

“I like your shirt by the way.”

“Thanks,” you say, “It’s actually Mark’s.”

“No,” he drags the word out, a smirk forming on his face, “I don’t think it is.”

“What… what do you mean?” Your voice changing to a whisper as he leans forward.

“It’s my shirt.”

Your eyes widen and you suddenly want to hit yourself.

Of course. Mark doesn’t even listen to Guns N’ Roses!

“Oh,” you don’t exactly know what to say, “you… must have, uh, left it. When you…”

“When I stayed over, yeah,” he finished your drunken sentence.

“Don’t worry. My clothes look good on you,” the corner of his mouth turns up along with his eyes sparkling with amusement and something else you can’t quite figure out.

His compliments don’t seem to be the influence of alcohol considering his completely calm and sober posture.

“Do you have anyone giving you a lift home by the way? You seem kind of out of it,” Jaebum concernedly asks.

“Stop it,” you say quietly.

“Stop what?” The cute little laugh that escapes his lips along with his confused look makes you pout even more.

“Stop being genuinely worried. Sto-stop being.. a nice guy. You’re going to make me like you even more than I already do,” you sniff.

You may have had too much to drink.

This stops him in his tracks and you figure that now is the chance to do it whilst he’s shut up.

You grab him by the collar of his plain white tee and pull him forward to crash his lips against yours.

You’d like to say it was the best kiss of your life.

But to tell the truth you don’t remember anything after the first thirty seconds of moving your lips against his own in your sloppy, desperate and very drunken state.

You only remember waking up the next morning covering your eyes from the bright sun peeking through even though your eyes were already closed.

Why did you have to listen to your best friend and get drunk?

Pressing your fingers to your temples, you turn around to realise that your face is planted in something hard and solid and most definitely not your duvet.

Fingers groping around, you crack one eye open and see a blurry figure laying in your bed.

Scrambling to sit up, you wildly look around to notice that this is not your bed or your room and yes, there is someone in the bed with you.

Someone shirtless and with the name and face of Im Jaebum.

Looking down slowly, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding since you’re wearing all of your clothes from yesterday.

“Morning,” Jaebum’s husky voice sounds from next to you.

“Uh,” your throat suddenly feels dry, “morning?”

“Do you remember any of last night,” Jaebum asks, stretching his sleep away, causing his arm muscles to ripple slightly and you hesitate before answering.

“Nope,” you fake memory loss and ask the question that’s been bugging you, “so why am I in your bed, Jaebum?”

“Right,” he sniggers at your panicked stare, “well since you don’t remember anything, I’ll fill you in.”

Uh-oh.

“You kissed me-“

“Huh, really? Did not remember that at all. Are you sure I did th- that?” You falter, following your sentence with nervous laughter.

“Yes, Y/n, I’m certain,” he shakes his head at you, “and then afterwards you kinda passed out on me and I didn’t want Mark to go home early so I told him I’d take you.”

Shrugging, he gets up and makes his way to the bathroom, throwing a shirt on.

“There’s a spare toothbrush in the bedside by the way.”

“Wait, why are you being so nonchalant about this, we need to talk,” you say reluctantly.

“What’s there to talk about? You like me and I like you,” his endearing smile makes an appearance again and you think that its way too early in the morning to be feeling like this.

“I-I was drunk,” you shake your head, cheeks warm before Jaebum rolls his eyes, cutting you off.

“Were you honestly lying?” He asks you seriously.

“No,” you sigh.

“Then why are you so scared?” He laughs gently, sitting on the edge of the bed, “just give me one chance and after that I’ll stop asking for more. I promise.”

You stay quiet for a few seconds.

“Okay,” you agree in a low voice.

“Okay?” Jaebum grins at you wanting confirmation.

“Yeah, on one condition though” you force yourself to adopt an unsmiling expression.

“Anything,” he hasn’t stopped smiling.

“I’m keeping your shirt.”

“Deal,” he chuckles, taking your hand.

You beam at him, glancing at his twinkling eyes having a strong feeling that this could work.

Quidditch Captain Cal

extended version of this blurb I wrote a million years ago, but anyway it’s for @0kbutmichaelclifford and @jigglypufftribe’s Hogwarts Blurb Night! I hope I’m not too late!!!!

Fall, hands down had to be your favorite part of the year, Fall was cozy sweaters, fun scarves and pumpkin spiced everything. It’s return also meant Halloween and, just before that, the beginning of your sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Fall meant something to do. You weren’t putting down summer or anything though. No, summer was totally great, it just got old fast with nothing to do and worst of all, no magic.

Plus, nothing could compare with the way Hogwarts looked decorated in flame colored autumn leaves. Fall and your return to Hogwarts also meant Quidditch. And Quidditch meant Calum Hood.

Calum was in your year but not your house, which worked out fine for your on field rivalry. If you’d been sorted into Ravenclaw with him, you wouldn’t have nearly as much fun giving him shit on the Quidditch pitch -when your teams played each other-  as you did. And Calum always gave as good as he got.

But, because he was such a popular guy, you didn’t get to see much of Calum outside of matches. Which was why Quidditch had quickly become your favorite thing about Hogwarts after you made the team in your third year. Your favorite thing next to Calum that is.

So when the first match between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw finally came around, you were full of energy and nervous anticipation. What if he’d suddenly gotten over your trash talking over the summer? I wasn’t like the two of you kept in touch…

You were instantly reassured right before the game began. As if he could sense your nerves, Calum made an extra effort to catch your eye over the shoulder of your team captain as he shook his hand.

When he mouthed a quick “ready to lose?” at you, the tension immediately left your shoulders as you lifted your chin and smirked at him.

“Not a chance,” you mouthed back. You shouldn’t have worried.

Both you and Calum were chasers and took your playing very seriously, so the two of you never really interacted much during a match. But as you felt the rush of the wind blowing through your hair and Quidditch robes, you couldn’t help letting out an exhilarated laugh.

You were in your element and Hufflepuff was leading by thirty points; twenty of which, were thanks to you. And you were gearing up to score yet again when something hard and heavy knocked you from your broom and the world faded to black.

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You opened your eyes to find a very anxious looking Ravenclaw Quidditch captain watching you through concern filled brown eyes. Cal practically sagged with relief once he noticed you were awake.

“Jesus,” he sighed. “You scared the crap out of me back there kid.”

“I’m fine,” you said dismissively. “So who won?” you asked, sitting up.

“Whoa,” he said, laying a hand on your shoulder. “Slow down, you hit head.” You rolled your eyes but placed your hand over his where it lay on your shoulder.

Wincing at the contact, he went to pull his hand back. You stopped his retreat by grabbing his wrist. The knuckles of his right hand had been split open and were crusted over with dried blood as they began to bruise.

You gaped at him. “Calum, what happened?”

“I saw Malcolm fucking Bullstrode hit that bludger in your direction.”

Fascinated, you watched the muscle twitch in his jaw as he clenched his teeth before replying. “So you punched him in the face?”

“Him and Patrick Middleditch.”

“Calum!” You reprimanded. “He’s on my team!”

“And he should’ve been doing his job as a beater too.”

Instinctively, you tugged his injured hand closer to you. Mostly so you could get a better look, but also so you could place a gentle kiss on each of the knuckles he’d cut open in your honor.

“Hey,” he murmured, using his free hand to lift your chin so he could see your face.

“Sorry,” you felt your cheeks heat, not knowing what had come over you.

Calum simply shook his head before sliding his hand behind your neck and slowly -as if giving you time to protest- brought your lips to his. Letting out an unintentional moan, you parted your lips and changed up the angle a bit to deepen the kiss. Cal’s only response was groan as you slid your fingers into his hair and tugged at the roots of his thick curls.

“Sorry,” he panted when the two of you broke apart, breathing hard and hearts pounding loud enough to drown out all other sound. “This was probably the worst time to do that.” You raised a questioning brow and he continued. “When you’re trying to recover in the infirmary?” It came came out sounding like a question.

Rolling your eyes again, you pulled him in close by his uniform shirt. “You wanna know what I think, Hood?”

“What?”

“I think, that it’s about time that you kissed me. Merlin knows you’ve kept me waiting long enough. I also think,” you smirked. “That you should do it again.”

“Yes ma’am,” Calum grinned. And then he did.