You mother fuckers watch how I attack. Knights without her would be like fighting the fiery breaths of a dragon, not something that I really want to do - eUe.. Omg but Calum with a plus sized girl???? And like maybe she's having a bad body day and is just kind of feeling insecure or whatever but our boy Calum Thomas Hood is having none of it and makes sure that she knows how much he loves her and her body and wow I'm bad at prompts but ya girl is in her feels now w o w. The second the door slammed shut, Calum knew something was wrong. As your footsteps headed upstairs, he moved to the bottom of the stairs, a worried frown creasing across his eyebrows. A groan of frustration slipped from your lips and you tugged at the collar of the t-shirt you had on.
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