you just keep that up against everyone but nice and we'll be all good


Oh, wow, another super late request. Shocking! I feel like I should stop using outdated gifs but they’re just too good not to. But still, here’s a Calum imagine. My masterlist will be updated sometime tonight or tomorrow. Enjoy!

Request: @love-youu-softly - a Calum imagine where you have to get a tooth filled but you’re very afraid of getting shots and you don’t think he’ll be able to come with you and you don’t want to ask him to bc you know he’s busy but he finds out and he shows up and comforts you through it // This was a good one to write because I hate needles (and the dentist), so I could relate to Y/N!

Title: Novacaine

Summary: You have a dentist’s appointment, and your anxiety levels are high. Worst of all, your best friend Calum isn’t even around to help you through it.

Words: 2k+, god help us.

Warnings: Just some language, I think. Maybe no language.

P.S. I made this into one of those “we’re best friends but everyone thinks we’re dating but hey maybe that wouldn’t be so bad” things. Hope you don’t mind!

Your legs bounce uncontrollably and your stomach is in knots as you sit in the uncomfortable waiting room chair. The fumes of the dentist’s office are making you feel lightheaded and nauseous. You look up anxiously at the TV that’s mounted to the wall, a muted talk show playing on the screen.

You take a deep, shaky breath and turn up the music in your earbuds, as if the sound of your music will somehow drown out the fact that you’re here right now. “It’s a simple procedure,” they told you the last time you were here, when it was time to schedule the appointment. “We’re just going to inject some novacaine, then we'll…”

That was the point where you basically shut down. As soon as you heard the word inject, it was like a switch was flicked. You hate needles. Just the idea of them makes your heart rate spike.

You wish Calum was here. He’s always been good about stressful situations, especially the ones you find yourself in. His presence is comforting, and he’s always there to hold your hand and make you laugh to reassure you and let you know that things will be okay. But of course he isn’t around today. Well, you assume he isn’t, anyway. He told you earlier in the week that he was planning on hanging out with Ashton today, so you figured he’d be too busy with that. You didn’t want to bother him or take away from his time with his friend by making him accompany you to an appointment just so he could hold your hand. At this point, though, you almost wish you did.

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  • Luke: It was all your friend's idea. She had dragged you to this summer camp thing 'cause she had gone there last summer and one of the counselors was, as she described, hotter than the sun. So you spent your summer helping her with crazy plans to get closer to the boy she couldn't stop talking about, and funny enough, you had laid your eyes on someone as well. You didn't want to be like all the other girls that followed him around because they were crushing on him, you wanted to be different and keep your cool. But that was hard. Every time you saw his blonde hair, tall frame and blue eyes, you were blown away. And that's why you avoided him; you and hot guys didn't get along well. It usually ended up with you making a fool of yourself. Yet, one day, when you were looking for Y/F/N to know if she had made any progress with her crush, you bumped into the one person you wanted to not have to avoid. "Sorry," you mumbled, looking down. "It's okay, (Y/N), right?", the way he said your name made your heart beat faster. "Yeah, and you're Luke, right?", it took everything in you to look into his eyes. "Yeah, I didn't get to talk to you before," he said, frowning. "Yeah, that's weird, right?", you lied, smiling. Before any awkward silence could make it's way to your conversation, you quickly asked him: "Have you seen (Y/F/N)?". "Oh, yeah," he answered, smirking, "But I can't tell you where she went." Seeing your confused expression, he explained: "Calum went to show her the counselors rooms, since she wants to be one next year...", you instantly got the hint and mentally high five'd yourself for making the plan work. "Oh," you smirked, "I guess she's in good hands then." "Yeah, so you can finally stop hanging out with her and make some new friends now," he laughed and you blushed. "The only reason why I'm here is her, I'm not really good at making friends," you shrugged. "Well, I'm helping you with that, then," he put his arms around your shoulder, "You just made yourself a new friend." With that, you spent the rest of the day talking, and later on you decided you wanted a tour around the counselors room as well.
  • Ashton: "Excuse me," you cleared your throat, knocking on the open door. "Oh, hi!", a tall boy with green eyes smiled, motioning for you to come in, "You must be (Y/N)." "Yeah," you smiled, "And you are?". "I'm Ashton," he shook your hand, "I'll be the one preparing you." "Okay, then," you smiled. It was your mom's idea for you to become a camp counselor, she said it would help you to get your mind of things, and it would be a nice way to gain money and enjoy your summer. "So, what's it like?", you asked him, trying to make small talk. "What? Being a camp counselor?", you nodded, "Well, it's hard. But it's nice, when you see everyone smiling, you know it's because you did something right." "I remember when I used to come to summer camps, I was fascinated by the counselors, they seemed so important...". "And we are!", he laughed, "This camp would be a mess without us." "It wouldn't exist without us," you chuckled. "You're going to have fun, (Y/N). It'll be nice to help you with that," even though he had an innocent smile on his lips, you couldn't help but feel another meaning behind his words. "I'm sure we'll make a great team," you smiled back, using the same tone as he did. "It's nice to have a new face around here," he smirked, walking closer to you, "Especially when it's a face as nice to look at as yours." "Well, your face isn't disappointing either," you smirked, taking one step closer to him. "Oh yeah," he chuckled, biting down on you bottom lip before letting it go, "I'm sure we'll make a great team."
  • Michael: You sat in breakfast looking worriedly around, wondering where Michael could be. The answer, of course, was in bed. All you wanted was to go wake him up and drag him out of his bed, but you couldn't do that. First of all, you were just another camper and he was a counselor; your relationship needed to remain a secret. And, then, you weren't even sure if you could call what you had a relationship. You had a crush on Michael from the moment you got to the camp, and, surprisingly enough, it seemed his feelings were the same. It didn't take long for you to start hooking up, and that's all you did, really. Stolen kisses and touches here and there, and some casual conversation, not much more than that. So, what were you? You were afraid to bring that question up, you didn't want to scare him off or anything. Yet, you couldn't help the feelings that were starting to show. Cliche much? You heard the door open and turned to see Michael with his messy hair and skinny jeans walking fast. He felt your gaze and turned, smiling sweetly at you, which you returned. And that was your usual interaction in public. You stood up, the only reason you were still there was to make sure Michael would get to breakfast in time, and now that he was there, you could go get ready for the rest of the day. "Hey, (Y/N)," you heard his voice when you were leaving. "Yeah?", you asked, turning to face him. He pointed to a door and walked out of the cafeteria. Cautiously, you followed behind, being pressed to a wall the moment you stepped out. "Good morning," he whispered against your lips, before pressing various pecks to them. "Hm, good morning," you giggled, pulling him closer by the shirt with one hand and playing with his hair with the other. Both of his hands wrapped tightly around your waist before he leaned in again, pressing his lips to yours one more time. "Hey, what if someone see us?", you asked. "No one ever comes here, we're safe," he mumbled against your lips, leaning in for another lazy kiss.
  • Calum: "(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N)," a young camper tugged at the sleeves of your shirt, pulling you down. "Yeah, sweetie?", you asked. You were the older camper, so you were treated just as if you were a counselor, which you were going to be next year. "Calum asked me to give you this," she giggled, handing you a flower and a piece of paper. You smiled, looking past her shoulder to see Calum standing not far away, smiling and waving, you waved back, laughing. "Well, tell him I said thank you," you told the girl. She giggled, and ran back to where Calum was. You and Calum were the camp OTP, and he only really noticed you like that after everyone started shipping you two. And from them on, you started to have casual meet ups so he could 'train' you. You opened the piece of paper, 'our spot in the woods in five?', was written in his sloppy handwriting. You looked over at him again, nodding your head. The young girl had already left, probably running to tell her friends everything about how she helped Calum to get with you. "You probably made that girl's life today," you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck when you found him at the woods. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure she was glowing," he laughed, hands placed on your waist. "So, what are you teaching me today?", you stood on your tip toes to peck his lips. "I thought maybe I could tech you mouth to mouth breathing?", he smirked. "Oh, that sounds great", you giggled and he leaned down, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. It didn't take long for his hands to creep up under your shirt, stroking your sides. "Even thought you're an excellent teacher," you broke the kiss, "I feel like I'm going to need more training sections next year when I'm a counselor." "Yeah," he laughed, "I can help you with that."