Secret Sketches

Secret Sketches

GOT7

Im Jaebum (JB)/Reader [F]

Genres: Cute/Fluff

Words: 5.1k

I think I had too much fun writing this??? Thank youuu

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You currently sat in a booth, waiting for JB at some local hole in the wall diner you two had found in the past.  He had texted you, asking if you wanted to come over or go out to eat something with him that afternoon, and with no other plans and you missing your best friend, you had reason to decline.  Another reason is for you to get mental and maybe even a few sneaky pictures of him to snap on your phone.  

You waited for him, getting there early as you took the small black bag off your back and pulled out your most recent sketchbook and opened it to the latest page you started to sketch on. You always sketched when you were by yourself, or if you were in an environment where you didn’t know anyone.  One simple reason was because of what littered the pages of your sketchbook.

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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.

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Pen Pals - Hogwarts!Calum

If you went to hogwarts it was required for you to use quill and parchment, which wasn’t that big of a deal despite the constant dipping and the feather getting in your face at times. But being muggle born, you couldn’t dump everything muggle for everything wizard. So when studying for your N.E.W.T.S. you couldn’t help but use a pen and notebook when in your Ravenclaw common room or the library.

Currently, you were scribbling spells and potion recipes in one of the many notebooks you had brought in the library, books opened, closed, and stacked all around you. You didn’t pay much attention to the other students around you, whispering and such, but when the library door opened with a loud bang you quickly looked up, your pen stopping. Calum Hood, the captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team and a few of his friends had come in. You saw Michael Clifford beside him, captain of the Slytherin quidditch team, laughing and joking with him. As they made their way to one of the large book shelves you looked down, continuing your note taking.

About 15 minutes or so later the rambunctious group had made its way over to where you were sitting in the library. You had glanced at them, Calum had seemed to be focused, pulling out books and sighing, moving to the next one whilst the previous put itself away. Michael was following him, mumbling a few things here and there whilst the others joked between themselves.

Closing your current book and pushing it to the side, you picked up the other in the stack, flipping through the worn pages silently, chewing on the end of your pen. “I can’t find it!” You looked up to see Calum with his arms crossed angrily, facing Michael. Michael’s back was to you, Calum facing your direction. Michael mumbled something you couldn’t hear properly and you looked back down to your book, finding the correct potion.

“Excuse me?”

Glancing up, your pen in your mouth, you saw Calum standing next to your table, eyes focused on your pen. “Y-Yes?” Dropping the pen from your mouth, you could feel your cheeks burn in embarrassment.

“Well, I did come over here to ask you where I could find a certain potion book but- what is that?” His eyebrows were scrunched together, pointing at the object on your hand.

“This? You don’t kn- Oh! You must be a pure blood.” You lifted your pen, glancing at it. “It’s a pen, it’s kinda like a quill that doesn’t need to be dipped into ink repeatedly.” You had explained, flipping to an empty page in your notebook and scribbling down on the paper as demonstration. Offering the pen to him, you saw his eyes fill with amazement as he scribbled different things on the page.

“This is incredible!” He grinned, looking up at you.

“Would you like one? I have so many.” Reaching into your robe, you pulled out another black pen, a blue, red, and green pen. “Which color?”

He eyed the four pens, glancing at your robes before plucking the blue pen from your hands. “Thank you.”

You nodded, putting the pens back in your robe. “Do you still need help with that one book or are you fine?”

“Oh, no. I’ll come back for it tomorrow or something. Thank you for the… pen.”

With a last goodbye, he jogged over to his friends, showing them the odd object you had given him.

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It had been almost a week since Calum had gotten the pen from you and Calum wouldn’t leave anywhere without it. Michael had told him to just talk to you or something. But Michael didn’t seem to understand that it was nearly impossible to find you. He hadn’t gotten your name and the only thing he could go was based off your appearance. He asked around but came up short. So all he had was the blue pen and your smile in his brain.

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It was almost two weeks since you had given Calum the pen and you couldn’t stop thinking of him. You knew it was hopeless because Calum was a quidditch captain from a different house that everyone knew of, but you could help thinking about him and his smile. A dopey smile was on your face as you made your way to the lake, going to the familiar tree. You sat under the tree, scribbling in one of your notebooks with the thought of Calum fresh in your mind.

It was around this time that quidditch teams would walk back from practice, before the pen incident you would see Calum and his team walk back and pass you and your tree into the school. But today was not one of those days. Today you saw the Slytherin team walking back. You watched a few before clicking your pen and looking down at your notebook.

“Hey, is that a pen?”

Looking up you saw Michael in his quidditch padding, a broom in his hand pointing down at your hand. “Wha- Uh yeah..”

“Okay, come with me?” He held out his hand to which you took and silently followed him through the halls of the school. Soon enough you realized you were headed to the Gryffindor common room. Somehow, Michael had gotten the password, most likely from Calum, and had pulled you inside.

Once in the common room you saw Calum sitting on one of the sofas, the blue pen you had given him between his fingers. Michael cleared his throat, pushing you towards Calum. And with that, Michael left, leaving you and Calum alone.

“Uh…hi.” You smiled at him, sitting next to him on the sofa. “Hey, I..uh..I never got your name?”

“Y/N.”

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I just love Calum and Harry potter so yeah here’s this for @0kbutmichaelclifford ’s hogwarts!5sos blurb night :-)

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.

Crush

A/N: i’m in this lovely hobi groupchat and we were discussing how soft hobi’s hair is in spite of it being dyed all the time and we got to talking about what we’d do if we were hobi’s hairdresser and this happened. shout out to all my hobi gc angels without whom this fic would not be possible. i love you all so much <3

wc: ~5.1K

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