The Fact That Calum Is Musically Gifted, Athletic, Kind, Funny, And Attractive Really Fucks Me Up

the fact that calum is musically gifted, athletic, kind, funny, and attractive really fucks me up

blurb request- calum eating you out while you talk on the phone with your friend

calum demands attention. he likes having your eyes on him while he’s talking, your hand in his while you two are walking, his hand on your knee while he’s driving. he likes being the subject of your attention. and so when he comes home, dropping his heavy bag off at the door and goes to see you, laying on your shared bed and talking on the phone, not only does he get a bit salty, but he also realizes that this opportunity was too good

because just last week, you had done the same thing to him. and karma was a bitch.

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badboy!calum leaving class to go to the bathroom and sees a jock has you pushed up against a locker obviously try to flirt with you so cal gets mad and intervenes

“hey, why don’t you leave the girl alone?” calum asks, walking up with his typical “I don’t give a fuck” attitude about him, although it’s evident how angry he is from the way his nostrils are flaring and his jaw is clenched and his face is flushed.

“why don’t you mind your own business, hood.”

you glance over at calum, someone that you never would’ve expected that you would ever ask for help, but it was terrifying being up against this row of lockers with this guy hanging over you. and calum could see it clearly, from the way you looked at him with fear in your eyes, almost pleading silently for help. and calum weighs his options for a few seconds, deciding that if he was going to be suspended for something, it might as well be for this.

“alright, fuck it,” he curses, grabbing the guy by the collar and pulling him off you and wrestling him to the ground. you lost count of how many punches were thrown before the administrators pulled calum off the other guy. but what you couldn’t miss, was before he was pulled off to the principal’s office, calum very distinctly winking at you before tugging his arm away from the gym teacher that was trying to wrangle him in

badboy!5sos night! feel free to send in blurbs of your own, and you can black list “badboy!night” if you don’t want to see posts 

why is calum like the perfect boy like he’s the perfect balance of funny and sarcastic and chill and sweet and cute and squishy and his hair is fluffy 100% of the time and he’s everything calum is everything i need to lie down 

Glancing down at your ticket as you boarded the plane, you repeated the row and seat number in your head over and over, filing your way to the back of the plane, trying not to hit anyone with your purse. To say you were a little nervous to fly would be an understatement, but you also knew it could possibly have been some of your excitement you were mistaking for nervousness. However, you knew you’d feel much better once you found your seat and settled in with your book and music, drowning out the fact that you were flying in an airplane. Approaching your seat, you frowned, noticing that whoever you were sitting next to was already seated and absolutely asleep, his headphones tucked into his ears and his arms crossed across his belly. He was your age, with soft blonde hair and a cute nose that perked up at the end, and while he was cute he was also blocking your access to your window seat. Gently, you nudged his shoulder, seeing if he’d wake up, but the lanky boy did not move. Glancing around you noticed that most everyone was already seated, so you shook the boy’s shoulder a bit more. Again, nothing. With a sigh you carefully lifted your purse of his body and placed it on your seat. Then, you braced your hands on the seat in front of him and reached a leg across his own, attempting to crawl over his body without waking him. Your feet, though, had other plans. Before you had the chance to fully pull your right leg over his body your foot decided to hook itself in the strap of his backpack that was under the seat in front of him, twisting your body so that you fell into his lap, a quick grunt coming from the boy as his hands instantly fell to your hips to steady you where you sat, completely blushing and avoiding eye contact with the boy who was now awake. “I’m so sorry,” you mumbled, scrambling out of his lap and sitting where you belonged, which was in your seat. You could tell the boy was looking at you from the corner of your eye, but you took your time to settle in, placing your purse at your feet and buckling your seat belt, sighing with content once you were finally in place. “Sorry again,” you said quietly, finally attempting to look at the boy. He was smiling gently, his blue eyes gazing into yours. “It’s alright,” he said, rubbing at the stubble on his chin. “It’s not often that I wake up to a beautiful girl in my lap.” You blushed at his words but giggled, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I’m Luke,” he said, sticking out his hand for you to shake. You obliged, smiling at him, no longer nervous for the plane ride ahead.

This little ditty is for my love lashtonpetal who is currently on her way ot the airport to come visit me!! Emily I’m so excited to finally be able to hug you, I cannot wait until you’re here. Ahhhhh!! :-)