Your lips? I kiss that. Your body? I hug that. My smile? You cause that. Your heart? I want that. His weed? I roll that. His hand? I hold that. His back? I got that. His wife? I am that. My role? I play that. We’re happy? They hate that.
SOMEONE GIVE HIM A CHILD RN I
Calummmmmm Hoooooooood
Bby ur thighs
Ur arms
Ur eyes
Ur hands
Ur hair
Ur mind
I love him help
THE BOOTS THE PANTS THE CHAINS THE TURTLE NECK SWEATER THE SMILE IN THE END IM D E A D
calums hands with black nail polish is such a fucking kink
the only art I care about
you’re welcome
me: *makes self deprecating joke*
everyone else: *is quiet*
me:
Clearing out my camera roll 6/?
san francisco is THAT bitch
“Is it weird that I’m naked on my sofa”
I wouldn’t mind 😏
i’ve been blessed
Hi guys! I finally finished part 4 - thanks so much to everyone for the likes and shares, and the comments, it honestly does mean the world to me! I took a lot of inspiration from the asks that got sent in (and those gifs asfkasks) and while it’s not exactly the same, I hope you guys like it! Please let me know what you think!
Warnings: Slight Language | Smut (Please be mindful if you are under 18!)
I pursed my lips as I stared at my laptop screen, toes tapping the floor. I knew I should be paying attention to the mock-ups Jessie sent me, but I kept getting distracted, the urge to check my phone overwhelming.
Although, at this point, I wasn’t even sure what I was checking for. News on my so-called boyfriend, or news from my so-called boyfriend? I sighed, sucking in my lip. With a huff, I ripped my eyes off the screen, hand already reaching for my phone, face down on the table next to me. I flipped it, thumb flicking over the screen automatically.
Nothing from him. Still chewing my lip, I tapped on twitter, wondering how on earth we’d gotten here.
Coffee.
Coffee was how we’d gotten here. Coffee, cheesy pick-up lines, an irresistible bassist and an entire weekend at my house, is how we’d gotten here.
Hi guys! Thank you all so much for the love and patience - and all the asks. They never fail to make my day. It’s a little longer than part 1, I’m sorry! I hope you guys like it, and please, please let me know what you think! This piece was very inspired by this ask, so thank you so much:
OH MY GOD ! I’m in love with coffee, amazing idea! So glad you did sth with Calum and his real profession and i just love the whole plot <3 hope there will be more parts to it exploring their date and i can’t stop imagining like a fancy label party and y/n just pulls off the sexiest dress and just a lot of fun haha <3 anyways, love you xo - anon
Warnings: Language ｜Smut (Please be mindful if you’re under 18)
I widened my eyes, carefully stroking my mascara brush along my eyelashes.
“Man,” Nadine muttered from behind me, splayed out on my bed as she flicked through a magazine. “I so do not envy you tonight.”
I shot her a dry look in the mirror. “Thanks, Nads.” I scoffed, eyes flicking back to my reflection, trying to get the mascara perfect.
“Getting all dolled up on a Friday night, spend the whole evening on heels, making polite business small talk with stuck up producers and managers - all while not being allowed to drink.” She went on, ignoring the scowl I sent her way.
“I’m allowed to drink.” I shot back, lifting the mascara away from my eyelashes. Nadine scoffed, rolling her eyes.
“But you won’t.” She informed me, and I let out a sigh.
“No,” I grumbled in agreement. “I won’t. It’s not professional.”
Nadine gave dark chuckle, lying back on my bed, lifting the magazine back up.
“Oh look,” she cried, flipping it around. My eyes lifted to stare at her in the mirror, flicking down to look at what she was holding. “It’s your boyfriend.” She sang, and I rolled my eyes at her.
Bet you can’t!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU’RE SO CUTE
credits @tothemoonmikey
