Calum Hood Png Tumblr Calum Hood Tweets Funny
Originally posted by guccical
Word Count: 3,000
Trigger Warnings: none
A/N: So, I wrote this in 2015 before I deleted my original blog @fightingirwin/@punkfletch and I found it yesterday and ended up loving it so much I wanted to post it! I'm going to write a part two now because I LOVE wedding!Calum and wedding!5sos. Enjoy this teeth rotting, soul stopping, heart wrenching fluff that'll make you all soft and gooey. - B x
P/A/N: Listen to "Can't Help Falling in Love" by Kina Grannis from the Crazy Rich Asians soundtrack if you wanna be real messed up.
She was asleep. Fast asleep with drool dripping from her lip, her hair tangled around her face, and heavy breaths. Her face was relaxed, no worry marks around her eyebrows or tight smiles that stretched her cheeks. Though her blemishes and rosy cheeks were something she despised, she wore them to sleep with pride, happy to just curl up and forget about the day that made her breakout from stress and almost yell from irritation.
All of it was her. Every little bit. His eyes followed the soft slope of her jaw, across the love marks scattered across the soft skin of her neck, her bare collarbones, to where the silky white sheets covered the rest of her body, the one she shared with only him. The one where she would unclench her thighs so Calum could see the stretch marks on her skin and the one where she would often cover with her arms because she thought she was too heavy but would uncover herself for Calum. Because she trusted him.
She trusted him with everything she had. All of her secrets, her flaws, her dreams, her fears. Everything that was her… she trusted him with. She trusted him with the late night talks and the early morning drool, she trusted him with her stretch marks and her aspirations of her career, and she trusted him with the whimpers of fear when she was unsure.
It was so mind-blowing to Calum, that something as elegant and unique and special as she was, would ever trust him. She was something the world needed to worship and praise, but yet she lived quietly with him, trusting him. It was simple, really, how much she loved him. And how much he loved her.
He trusted her with his life… his existence… his everything. She knew him up and down, in and out, side to side, hair to toes, hand to hand, and everything in between. She knew what made him tick and what made him melt. She knew what he hated and what he craved. She knew his little quirks and absent doings and she knew his colour-coded speech. She knew what to do to calm him down after a hard day in the spotlight, working behind the scenes to make sure he didn't go insane. She knew how to love him and talk to him, cooing at him and kissing his neck when she knew he needed it.
They were well-oiled machines that were filled with love and trust. They worked together in a way that not even an old couple could. They knew where to step to avoid the other while working in the kitchen together and they knew what place to avoid because the other would need it in a moment.
The love didn't just keep it going, it was the friendship. It was the thrown popcorn at midnight and the ridiculous hours of eating Chinese food when one couldn't sleep. It was the countless hours fighting over the other's safety, just to realise they fought because they wanted the best for the other person. It was taking the driving shift when one was dozing off on their infamous road trips. It was Calum killing the bugs for her. And it was her sewing up the holes in his clothes. The friendship held inside jokes and a secret handshake they made up long ago while drunk off red wine and listening to the Foo Fighters. The friendship was covering for the other when someone needed a sick day off work. The friendship was having Jimmy John's delivered to one of their workplaces, with no note needed, and the other's order memorised down pat. It was the little things they shared that made all the gears fit together.
The trust was so unspoken between the two that it was the energy that kept the machine going. When one was afraid, the other empowered. When one was alone, the other comforted. When one was talkative, the other listened. It was a balance, an unspoken one that kept the machine going. The energy. There was a positive and a negative. A giver and a taker.
"I can feel you staring," she hummed, brushing a piece of hair out of her eyesight, opening a single eye to peek at the boy.
"Did it wake you?" His voice rumbled, him scooting closer and wrapping both arms around her waist. She nuzzled her face into his chest, listening to the slow breaths and matching heartbeat.
"No… just stirred me awake slightly."
Calum cracked a smile to himself, thinking about the engagement ring he had slipped on her finger last night without her knowing.
"Now I'm awake. I felt your heartbeat speed up. What's up? You don't get this excited in the mornings." It was well known that Calum was not a morning person. He didn't like leaving the little drool stain on her pillow and the memories of being tangled in their sheets together.
When her head poked from his chest, she used both hands to steady her on his tattooed chest. And that's when she saw it. The huge rock sitting on her left ring finger, sparkling in the early morning sunlight. Her breath caught in her throat, immediately looking up to Calum for an explanation with eyes wide.
"Last night, we were laughing. We were laughing so hard you cried and I almost threw up. I don't even remember what it was about, but I didn't care because I got to hear your laugh. And I knew that was one thing that will forever remind me of you. It sounds like bells to me. Whenever I hear a loud church bell, or Christmas bells, or bells welcoming me into a store. It reminds me of you because it's so melodic and fitting for any situation. It reminds me of warmth on cold winter days and the welcoming of me somewhere.
"Everything you do is connected to some part of my world. My bass picks remind me of the time that I taught you how to play and the look on your face when you played "Wherever You Are" for me. My shirts remind me of you because you hold me close no matter the day, no matter the time, no matter the conditions. You always keep me close, always showing me you'll protect me when the time comes. They also remind me of the times you wear them around the house and refuse to give them back until I give you a kiss. My reflection reminds me of you. I always subconsciously flicker my eyes to see if you're there, with me in the reflection somehow, even if we're thousands of miles away. Because you're the better half of me, you're the most beautiful part of what I've become, and I want that to be visible to everyone… not just to me.
"I think of everything and I think of you. I think of everything you do and say and act and think. You are my world. Every little piece of the world, good or bad, has you in it somehow. And I realise how boring and barren my life would be without you. Christmas bells would just be for holiday celebrations and my shirts would simply be something I wear every day. Everything would be plain. But, you make everything more.
"You make my love more, you make my trust more, and you make me more. You're someone who's helped me grow and prosper but find my own path. You held my hand and helped me up when it just seemed like too far of a step up, but let me fall and make my mistakes on my own.
"You are everything. You are everything to me. And I'd be stupid as hell to let that go. And I would be selfless if I let everyone else see it. I want them to know that you're the sun, the moon, and all the stars, without seeing all the depth and stories within you. I want to be selfish and hold you close to me for the rest of eternity. I want you to be my sun, my moon, and all of my stars, even when my soul becomes a star itself. So, what do you say? Is forever okay with you?"
All 399 polaroids are strung out on laundry lines, decorated with black sharpie scribbled in dates and fairy lights twisting upon the rope. Yards of laundry lines were decorated with a Polaroid from every day of their engagement. The day of being engaged, but not quite the last day of being engaged.
He stood outside her door, listening to her giggle with her bridesmaids. He had been pestering her for just one more polaroid, to make it all complete. But, she had her firm belief in superstitions and that he was not supposed to see her before she walked down the aisle. No matter how much he tried to lure her out, she dodged his claws like a clever mouse, giggling here and there just to let him know he wasn't succeeding. One hand shoved in his tuxedo pants pocket, placing the other on the door frame outside of her dressing room.
"Just one photo baby, and I'll leave you alone."
"Just one?"
"Just one." He confirms, her steps get closer to the door. They stop for a couple of moments and he hears the snap and process of the polaroid. He smiles to himself in victory, not before hearing another one snap right behind him. He twirls around to see another bridesmaid with a matching Polaroid camera. She just smiles to herself, takes her developing photo, and walks towards the reception area to hang it on an empty slot that was right in front of the long table. Another bridesmaid appears from behind the door and slips underneath Calum's arm, carrying the developing photo of his soon to be wife.
"You're good, you know that?"
He can hear the smile in her voice, "I do."
"Hey! Don't say that just yet!" A bridesmaid shouts at his bride-to-be and he hears another laugh through the white door.
"Forever is okay with you?"
"Forever is okay with me."
His hands were sweaty and he felt like if he wiped them once more on his tuxedo pants that the sweat stains would be visible. His arms are locked in front of him, trying not to attract attention by shaking. Everyone watches as his best man, Ashton, walks down the aisle with her maid of honour, her best friend. Then comes Michael with his sister and Luke with her childhood friend. Michael and Luke give him reassuring pats before the music picks up the volume, everyone rising for the bride.
The temptation to let out a wail is so damn tempting, but he keeps his mouth shut. He removes one hand from his intense lock to bring up to his mouth, completely stunned and in tears of her beauty. Her hair is pulled back in an elegant up-do, her makeup done flawlessly, and dress fitting her body so perfectly. She's an angel.
Tears begin to drip down his cheeks, Calum not even bothering to wipe them away as they are accompanied by many more. His smile quivers and so do his hands as he gets wrapped up in her beauty. Their eyes don't break from each other once, each having their own tears and own memories and own promises between the two.
And when she's finally in front of him, he just mouths, "Wow."
Her father smiles before kissing his daughter on the cheek, pushing back her veil, and shaking Calum's hand.
"Take good care of her, alright?"
"You have my word, sir." One of his hands claps down on Calum's back, while the other guides his daughter's to his. Calum's hands lock with his brides, eyes meeting as well.
"I love you."
"I love you more."
Calum and his bride turn to face the man who was marrying them, the friend who introduced the two of them.
She doesn't even listen to the introduction or what story their friend was telling about her and Calum. She's just telling silent stories with her eyes to him, him replying in this secret language that they've put together over the years. By the time the vows are in order, she grabs the handkerchief that the friend holds out to her with a giggle, while Calum fumbles with his piece of notebook paper.
He clears his throat, wiping at his eyes, "I wish to repeat everything I said to you the morning I proposed to you. But I want that to be between us, something special and something filled with love to hold onto when there's a rough day and I'm not there to comfort you. I feel like I could say a billion other things about how you've changed my life. But, the one that stands out to me most is how you've saved my life," he begins to choke on his words, "When times were dark and I kept bumping into the sides of the tunnel with no light by my side, you appeared like this little ball of happiness, so full of love and so bright, willing to do anything to make sure that I was okay. You guided me to the end of the dark tunnel and stayed by my side as I continued to walk on my path of life. You showed me loyalty and trustworthiness, you showed me unconditional love and selflessness, and you showed me a companion and a brighter world. You not only saved my life but made it the best it can be. Now, I promise you to be a companion, a loyal partner, and an unconditional love to show you selflessness, trustworthiness, and a brighter world with you just like you did for me. I promise to love you unconditionally in the lowest parts of your life and the highest parts of your journey. I promise to treat our children with the love you've shown me and I promise to do everything in my power to keep you safe. I love you and I will spend the rest of the time showing that to you. I belong to you, wholeheartedly, in life and in the afterlife."
Taking a deep breath, Calum looks up at her with tear-filled eyes, noticing that she too is crying, a lot harder than he ever would have thought. She's smile through her tears, her face painted with joy and love for the man in front of her. Calum takes one of her hands in his again while her maid of honour hands her vows. Clearing her throat and dabbing at her eyes with the handkerchief that the friend gave her, she looks up at Calum before looking down at her written words.
"Calum Thomas Hood. The name has a billion different meanings behind it and a billion different stories. Stories of how the first time someone said your name that I blushed, stories of how the second time we met you shamefully told me your middle name, stories of how the third time you were over at my house and begged me to make some cookies, only to steal the batter and I had to chase after you, yelling, 'Calum Thomas!' to get it back. For the longest time, it was stories behind your name that made me smile and blush whenever someone talked about you, but now it's meaning. It's the meaning of happiness, loyalty, trust, and love. I hear your name and I think of how safe and loved you make me feel, no matter the day and no matter the distance. You have put a new meaning in your own name as well as my own life. You give my life a different meaning, one that is oh so special, and one that only you can put there. I promise to give you the same meaning in your life, that you hold dear to your heart when the miles get too high, and the day gets too hard. I promise to show you a new meaning of love and happiness and loyalty as we spend the rest of our lives together. I hope that once we part, our souls find our way back to each other, because hell, forever is okay with me."
The tears are splashing onto her cheeks, her voice cracking and shaking as she reads aloud her vows. Calum is staring at her with awe in his eyes and a look of love on his face, his eyes burning from his unspilled tears. Calum gently wipes away her tears with his thumbs, not breaking eye contact before holding hands and looking at his friend where he continues the ceremony. When the time for the exchanging of rings is to come, the maid of honour and the best man hand both Calum and her their rings for each other.
The officiant preps and guides Calum through his words as he slides the ring on her finger, "My love, a ring is an unbroken circle, a symbol of unity and love, representative of the greater circle of life of which we all spiritually are a part of. Having neither beginning nor end, but a continuous cycle of which you are an element. For you, it begins with the gift of life, and will continue through the end of time."
She takes Calum's ring and slides it on his left ring finger, smiling and repeating the same thing as Calum. Taking each other's hands, they both eagerly look at the officiant to say the magic words. He makes it short and sweet,
"By the power vested in me by the state of California, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Calum, you may kiss your bride," everyone cheers before Calum grabs her waist, pulling her close and kissing her so passionately and softly that it feels like time itself has stopped.
posted 3 years ago on 03 March, 2019 with 459 notes
original post by mellifluoushood
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