multi-fandom bs maybe?

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader

Summary: Songfic inspired by “Drive” by Ashton Irwin. One ride can change your life and Calum hopes he could mend his mistakes with you.

Warnings: ANGST. Language. Mentions of a character’s death (not explicit) Some grammatical errors (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)

Word count: 6K

Author’s note: This is an unofficial second part to You Said Forever, but you don’t need to read it in order to understand. Please remember that Reblogs, Comments, Feedback and Likes are very important! You don’t know how much it helps me 💕 Hope you like it and Happy Reading ✨🦋🌻

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Thank you Andy for the picture

“ I know that you’re hurting

I know you still care

I know his voicemails sound like a lullaby”

You’ve been staring at the wall for what it felt like hours, which was probably true. Your thoughts were made of nothing as your eyes clashed with your wallpaper. You wanted them to be made of nothing.

You wished you could allow yourself not to think. Just to shut down for the day and stop thinking. Thinking made you cry and your head hurts when you cry. He always hated to see you cry.

(originally posted by @5-sosreject )  

Summary: Michael is in love with his best friend, but he’ll never admit that to anyone, least of all her. 

Warnings: absolutely none

Word Count: 2.9k 

Me, rambling: Hello! welcome to what I’m calling “the world is falling to pieces and the only way I know how to cope is writing ridiculously sappy fics to make all my problems disappear.” It’s a working title, the segment is still under going construction. Anyways. I really hope you enjoy this, I’m gonna do some soft stuff for all the boys, as well as working on the soft reqs you guys have sent me so far (feel free to send more the box is open!), in hopes that we can all feel a little happiness in this rather sad time. Head up though chickens, we’ll get through this. My door is open if anyone needs a hug ( I sound like a school counselor WOW). ok here you have it. make love not war xx 

“Baby we’re just reckless kids/trying to find an island in the flood.” 

“Yo yo yo! Mikey. It’s your main bitch calling to tell you that I’m coming over tonight for wine night because you, my friend, still have not seen “Spiderman: Far From Home” and I, for one, think that is a crime. So, please have your most expensive wine and cheeses ready by 7 pm tonight, because that is when I will be barging through your door. Ok? Ok. Excellent. Love you later bye!”

Michael smiles, closing out of the voicemail box, and letting her most recent message join the ranks of all the other voice messages he’s saved from her, thanks in part to his lack of organization, but also the inexplicable emotional attachment he has to the sound of her voice.

He glances at the clock in his kitchen. It’s 6. The sun is beginning its descent into the waves, and there’s a chill in the air, the kind that only comes before rain.

As she’s requested, he’s pulled enough bottles of wine out of his supply to get the entire US Army drunk for at least three nights, and sent Postmates out to find the fancy goat cheese he knows she’s in love with, but can never afford. The house is alight with the star shaped lights she helped him pick out at Home Depot, and he’s even lit vanilla candles around the living room.

omg. i wanted to make this as soft as possible and i hope i succeeded.

donate to my ko-fi here :) –for a trip to disney world I’m going on in March!

• • • •

Your two week honeymoon in Greece was spent lying on the beach, swimming in the crystal clear blue waters that matched your husband’s eyes, eating the delicacies and starting every morning and ending every night making love under the Grecian sun and moon. You felt like a goddess the whole trip as you enjoyed being newly married in such a magical place. 

When the honeymoon was over you and Luke both had to work your way back to your normal sleep schedules and regular routine of things but it was all different now. Same routine but with your husband.

You couldn’t stop calling him that. All along the island you’d introduce each other as ‘my husband’ or ‘my wife.’ The two of you were insatiably happy and blissfully in love. 

Luke began notice certain things he’d never notice before though once back home. When you’d be out and about for lunch and shopping he’d counted six babies in strollers or hanging off their father’s hips. 

At band meetings, one of the assistants brought in their newborn and Luke’s heart melted at the tiny human that looked like it could fit in his palm. 

Everywhere he went he saw babies or little kids and it got him looking at you a little differently too. He started to imagine you with a small bump in a pretty dress. He pictured you holding your baby, kissing it, nursing it. 

It got so bad he started dreaming about it, too. 

You noticed he’d been acting odd so one morning while he was sitting at the piano playing a song that oddly sounded like a lullaby you sat next to him on the bench. 

“What’s going on in your head?” you ask softly brushing away his soft curls. 

“N-noth–” he sighs and his fingers pull off the ivory. “When do we talk about wanting to have a baby?”

Your heart softens at his words and his obvious shyness about the subject. That’s what’s been on his mind?

“We can talk about it now,” you smile turning his head to yours. “What’s got you thinking about it?”

“I’ve seen so many babies since we got back from Greece!” he suddenly erupts in excitement. “They’re at the studio, in the park, when we’re out to lunch and I had a dream last night we had a little girl and you were so pretty with her…I thought it was real.”

“Aw Luke, you know how much I want kids,” you smile and kiss his cheek because he’s being so cute. “We can talk about it now, if you’d like.”

“Should we start trying now? Do we need to do research on this? Are you still on the pill?”

You laugh at his eagerness and kiss him some more. 

“Let’s start with talking to my doctor about going off my birth control.”

“Okay, but we can still practice until then,” he winks at you then places his fingers back on the keys. “Wanna hear this lullaby that’s been in my head?”

• • • •

soft for luke is always my prerogative :)

donate to my ko-fi here :) ______________

It was a pretty boring day in the emergency which had its perks but also not so much. You were hanging out by the nurses’ station when the doors burst open and two large men come barreling through.

Startled, you walk over briskly immediately noticing the second one who’s hunched over that something is wrong.

“What’s going on?” You ask the dark skinned man with a buzz cut. 

“We were playing some footy and he smacked his head on the goal post. He’s all loopy and confused, can you help?” 

“This way,” you motion to one of the rooms and helps the dark skinned man place an even larger curly haired man in the bed.

“Can you tell me your name?” You ask the golden haired guy loudly. 

He rolls his eyes to you with a goofy grin on his face. 

“Luuuuuke,” he drawls out, his eyes glued to you. 

“Can you follow my finger for me, Luke?” you ask and hold your finger in front of his face. His eyes dart with the direction of your finger.

“I’d follow you anywhere.”

The dark haired man chuckles behind you and and you blush. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive. And those blue eyes? If you looked in them too long you’d get lost.

“Jesus, Luke.”

“Did he pass out at all?” you ask the dark haired guy.

“No, he’s just acting weirder than usual. I’m Calum by the way.”

“Y/N,” you greet.

“Cal, be my wingman, I’m injured,” Luke says making you blush harder. 

You continue your examination, eyes flickering to his who is still glued to your every move. 

“Your hair looks like it smells like coconuts and the ocean,” Luke continues. 

“How does hair look like that?” you chortle checking his pulse. 

“Don’t mind my heart,” he sighs, “it’s always like that around pretty girls.”

“Luke!”

“What?”

“You around pretty girls a lot, huh?” you tease lightly.

“Not as pretty as you, lovie,” he grins lopsidedly. 

“I’m so sorry,” Calum apologizes.

“I’m not,” Luke interrupts, “she’s gorgeous. Right, Cal? You’re gorgeous and the world needs more hot doctors.”

You laugh openly at that. Normally you wouldn’t tolerate being hit on while you’re at work, but the way Luke’s doing it is so endearing. You can tell it’s genuine. 

“I need more patients like you,” you smile.

“You think I’m hot too? Score!” he hoots rolling his head to the other side.with his arm up in the air. 

“I don’t think you have a concussion, you just hit your head pretty hard. You can rest here and I’ll get an ice pack,” you tell him. 

“It’ll be water as soon as you touch it,” he winks and you shake your head. 

You check up on him after an hour and a half and he seems like his head is back to normal. 

“I think you’re good to go, don’t take any ibuprofen for 24 hours if you still feel funny, come back,” you tell him.

“I’m sorry for what I said, but I won’t deny it was all true,” he tells you. “Can I … Can I take you for coffee sometime?”

You’d be an idiot for saying no.______

Day 3!! 

Word Count: 1,309

Warnings: none :)

Enjoy! :)

Masterlist

Day 1 Michael

Day 2 Luke

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Later on we’ll conspire as we dream by the fire, To face unafraid the plans that we’ve made Walking in a winter wonderland

It’s the day before Christmas and before the hustle and bustle of impending travel the two of you will be doing the next two days. As a little pit stop you decided to stay at a resort in a town that was pulled out of a Christmas movie with a small square and picturesque landscapes. It was the perfect getaway and for your last night, you decided to play in the snow. 

You both donned your boots, hats, and scarves–Calum kept kissing your cheeks any chance he got.

First installment of NYE Chronicles!

Masterlist

NYE Chronicles masterlist

• • • •

You’d been equally looking forward to and dreading the New Year’s Eve party. Dreading it because your ex will be there but looking forward to it because the outfit you chose makes you look like a bombshell and will show your ex what they’ve lost. You’re still a little bruised from the break-up but the music is killer, the drinks are delicious and you’re as bubbly as the promised glass of champagne when midnight will toll.

You just finished taking a shot when your friend pulled on your shoulder and whispered quickly in your ear, “Jessie heard you’re here and wants to talk to you. I just saw him at the DJ booth. Go!”

Knowing how reminiscent your ex can be once they’ve been drinking, you slide the shot glass back on the bar top then zip away as quick as you can. You shuffle through bodies then hear your name being called by your ex. His voice is getting closer and you’re becoming more frantic until you find a very attractive looking guy watching you with a curious expression in his dark brown eyes.

summary - a reflection of reader and calum’s relationship told through the classic game “he loves me, he loves me not.”

warnings - some arguing

word count - 1k

a/n - congratulations to my baby on superbloom. i wish i could tell him how insanely proud i am. i randomly got inspiration for this from a flower and here it is. hope you guys like it :)

The flowers in the backyard were swaying in the warm summer afternoon breeze and you felt yourself drifting towards them with the wind, sitting down, feet tucked under you.

Plucking one from the ground between your fingertips, you raised it to your noise and inhaled deeply. The sweet perfume of the Gardenias reminded you of your childhood, playing outside with the neighbor kids, concrete kissed knees, sun kissed skin, the sound of the ice cream truck.

You felt yourself lulling into a sense of calm serenity.

You thought about that silly game you used to play with your friends on the playground. He loves me, he loves me not.

You feel the soft, veiny petal of the flower between your fingers, staring at it thoughtfully, before plucking it from the stem. “He loves me...”

You stood on your tippy toes, hooking the last ornament over the tall Christmas tree, and turned to Calum, beaming. “We did it.”

He smiled fondly, repeating your proud statement. “We did it.” He stepped over, closing the distance between you, and brushed the lose hairs on your forehead behind your ear.

His hand moved to rest comfortably on your neck and you raised yours to wrap around his wrist. You nuzzled your cheek into his touch.

His other hand dropped to grip your waist, tugging you into him. He could feel your heart beating quickly.

His forehead dropped down, resting comfortably atop yours. His warm breath fanned over your nose, smelling of peppermint.

The next petal was impossibly softer. With another pluck, it was falling to the lush grass. “He loves me not...”

“You can’t just drop this on me now,” You practically shout, biting back the tears burning your throat.

“This is my job. This is my life. I have to go.” Calum followed you into the bedroom.

“I know I signed on for tours. I signed on for promo. I signed on for meetings and very little time with you. And I get this is a big opportunity for you, but what about me? Can I really be in a relationship if I only see my boyfriend once a month at best?” You couldnt stop the tears from falling at this point. Your breathing became more erratic as you realized where this conversation might be going.

Calum almost flinched at your words. “You can’t mean that.” His hurt is quickly replaced by anger. “Are you giving me a fucking ultimatum?”

The bitterness in his tone took you by surprise. Calum rarely raises his voice and virtually never got this upset with you. Hating his anger and hating this argument and hating that you were upset and couldn’t run to the person who always gave you the best advice — because he’s the person you wanted to run from — you stood up, tugging on the nearest pair of shoes.

“(Y/n), where the fuck are you going? You can’t just fucking leave when things get hard.” Cal shouted after you as you pulled on a jacket. You grabbed your keys and began to twist the door handle.

“Isn’t that what you’re doing? Leaving?”

“If you leave now, we’re done.”

You stopped in your tracks, turning to look at the man you loved.

Your love for him is what made your next move so hard.

You pulled the door handle and walked out, leaving a shocked and distraught Calum in the abandoned apartment behind you.

That memory tugged at your heart, so you continued on. The next petal was a bit darker than the last. Pluck. “He loves me...”

“Calum, my fingers don’t bend that way.” He laughed, placing a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“If I can do it, so can you.” Calum repositioned you on his lap, reaching over to guide your fingers to a new chord on the guitar. “Try this one, baby.”

You held your fingers down on the strings where he told you to and strummed downwards, producing a very strangled sounding C chord. You frowned. “I suck, don’t I.”

He rested his chin on your shoulder and brushed your hair off your neck so he could kiss you, then returned to his position on your shoulder to stare up at you fondly. “You don’t suck, you’re doing great.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “You don’t have to lie.”

He laughed and moved your hand back to the strings. “I’m not lying, this is your first lesson, my love. It takes practice.” He gently shifted your fingers back to their marks to produce a C chord and adjusted the position of your fingertips slightly to help produce a crisper and less muffled sound. You strummed and the product was a lot clearer. You gasped. “Did I do that?”

He chuckled. “You did that.” You leaned your head back on his shoulder, turning to face him.

“Why do you put up with me?” You asked playfully. You reached up to run a hand through his hair.

“What kind of question is that? You’re the only thing I think about.”

You smiled at the memory and began to twirl the stem of the flower in your fingers.

The screen door creaked behind you and you turned. Calum stepped onto the patio in some cotton shorts and a tshirt, a soft smile on his face. “There you are. I’ve been looking for you.”

You smiled. “Here I am.”

He stepped out into the grass and crouched down beside you. “Are you alright?”

You set the flower down, bringing your knees up to your chest. “I’m alright.” Calum’s fluffy hair looked inviting so you reached out a hand to run through it. His eyes began to lull at the sensation. “Come sit with me,” you said quietly.

He laid down beside you, stretching his arms back behind his head and yawning.

“Whats with the dying flower?”

“I was in the middle of figuring out if you love me or not.” You lifted up the half-plucked Gardenia and set it aside so you could lay down beside Calum.

“Hm. Well, I’m here now. Why don’t you ask me?”

You laid your head back onto the grass, gazing up at the cloudless blue sky. “Do you love me, Calum?”

“I love you. Very much.” He pulled you gently onto his chest and you laid there together under the sun, the sweet smell of Gardenias reminding you now of both your childhood and your love for Calum Hood.

Word count: 600

Warning: none

Calum is nervous. More nervous than he’s been in a long time. He knows that you agreed not spend over the limit, but it’s your first Christmas together and he wishes he wouldn’t have agreed to this.

He’s looking at the boxes that are sitting atop his dresser that are neatly wrapped for you. He’s aware of what the boys have gotten the girls. Jewelry, bags, vacations, spa days. He knows that they aren’t exchanging all the gifts at the couples dinner, but he’s worried that his gift won’t measure up to the ones being exchanged. He figured his best bet is to bring two and find out what the boys brought.

He’s sitting with the boys by the fire drinking beers while you and girls are cleaning up dinner. He wants to ask which gifts the boys brought along, but he also knows after talking to his sister that she was right and he should go with his gut. One by one everyone swaps gifts and starts opening. Laughs and hugs are being exchanged and it gets a little more quiet when it gets to you and Cal. He opens your gift and leans over kissing your cheek sweetly. He’d been telling you for the longest that he wanted to learn to cook so you two could have more nights in and so you gifted him couples cooking classes. He hands you your gift and his palms suddenly start to sweat.

You’re quiet as you unwrap it and look at the leather journal being held in your small hands.

“You got her a book?” Ash says with a confused looked.

“It’s not just a book.” He hears you whisper.

“If you don’t want it, if it’s too much or if you don’t want to read it yet… I brought another gift with me.”

“Cal, stop. This is by far the most thoughtful beautiful gift.”

Everyone's a little confused until Ash realizes exactly what it is and pats Calum on the back.

Luke pipes up asking for an explanation and everyone sits in anticipation as you wipe a small tear that falls on your cheek.

“The day we met I was in the store she was working at and she helped me find this journal. I bought that journal, even though it wasn’t the one I wanted. The first entry is about her. She’s seen me with it over the last year and I told her I’m not the best at talking about my feels so I wrote them down. They usually just turn into a song. Most of that book is my feelings about us and opening up to being not single after so long. It’s been hard, but she stuck with me and I promised one day I would share it all with her. That book is everything that’s been in my heart that I was too scared or confused to explain. But I love her and I trust her with it. That’s my gift. My heart.”

Without a word you shift close to him cupping his face before gently kissing his lips.

“I love you too.”

Pairing: Calum Hod X Reader

Requested: Yes!

Summary: Based on the song “Heather” by Conan Gray. You notice how Calum seems to fall for the new intern at the studio, even when he doesn’t realize it.

Warnings: The reader uses she/her pronouns, I’m sorry if I make anyone uncomfortable by that, it was not my intention at all. Angst with a happy ending. Language. Jealousy. Mentions of Cheating. Maybe some grammar mistakes (English is not my first language, sorry)

Word Count: 2K

Author’s Note: Requested by the lovely @rime-warrior I hope I could do it justice 💕 There are some lyrics hiding in the story. Feedback, Comments and Reblogs are always welcome! I love to hear from you guys ❤️ You can read my other works HERE. Happy reading 🦋

@rime-warrior: Hi! Can you please write an imagine with Calum based on the song “heather” by Conan gray :) (yes I am in my feelings at the moment)

Relationships are hard. You knew that. They can’t survive only on love, that would be foolish. No, you need to take compromise, to communicate, to have some sort of connection beyond the physical attraction and be respectful towards each other. But, most importantly, you need trust.

And you trusted Calum, you really did, with all your heart. He had done nothing but make you happy every single day for the past two years. Of course, dating a rockstar is not an easy thing to do, but despite the paparazzi, the fans and the constant going away on tour, you made it work.

You still remember the night that he made it official, when on a cold December night he posted that picture of you in his favorite and iconic hoodie “It looks better on her anyway” he captioned it.

It was not like him to brag about his personal life on social media, and the fact that he did that just made your relationship stronger from then on, knowing that you were in this together till the end of the line.

You were happy and in love. It seemed like nothing could penetrate the little bubble that you created for yourselves. Well, that was until her.

Calum texted you inviting you to the studio that day, saying that the two of you could grab dinner afterwards. It’s been a while since you spend some quality time with him since he came back from yet another very successful tour, so you accepted immediately. You got yourself ready, grabbed the keys to your car and drove, your heart already excited.

When you got there, however, all that emotion died down a little, your smile quivering a bit when you saw Calum sitting alone in a room with another girl. He was laughing at something she said, shaking his head amusingly as she placed her hand on his knee. You had a bad feeling about this. You didn’t know who this mystery girl was, but you knew Calum, and he would never cheat on you, would he?

Almost like he could sense your presence, your boyfriend lifted his gaze and smiled as he met yours through the big window of the booth. He quickly got up and ran towards the door, wrapping his arms around your waist and softly pecking your lips, making your thoughts fade away in his embrace.

“Hello, gorgeous” he hummed, resting his chin at the top of your head.

“Hey, handsome” You said with a smile, pulling away from him just enough so you could look him in the eyes “Ready to go?”

“Yeap. But first, I want you to meet someone”

Calum went inside the booth one more time and grabbed the girl by her hand, making her stand up and follow his way to you.

“This is Heather. Heather, Y/N”

Oh shit, she was pretty. A true sight for sore eyes . Her blue eyes contrasted perfectly with her raven black hair, she had curves in all the right places and her complexion seemed angelic. You weren’t completely sure if she was real or just a vision until she extended her hand towards you.

“It’s so nice to meet you!” Heather said shaking your hand. Smiling like a kid.

“She’s been helping us with the album” Calum said looking at her “She’s an amazing songwriter. Honestly, she puts all of us to shame!”

“Oh, please stop! Cal here is just being too nice”

“No, I’m not! I swear Y/N, she’s a genius”

They started laughing and you awkwardly joined in, not really understanding if there was joke.

“Well, I’m sure if Calum says it, then it must be true” You gently, grabbed your boyfriend’s hand and intertwined your fingers with his “It was so nice to meet you, Heather”

She smiled and said a little “likewise” before heading back to the booth. You and Calum made your way to the parking lot, and as you left the building you couldn’t help but comment “She seems nice”

“Oh, she is”

“And pretty”

“Is she?” Calum raised an eyebrow at you, making it seem like she just thought about it “Huh, guess I never noticed. Maybe it’s because I have the prettiest girl as my girlfriend” He smiled as he brought you closer to him, placing a kiss on your forehead, making your heart flutter.

Maybe he didn’t notice. But you definitely did.

Over the last couple of months, you noticed how Heather was always around. On the studio, on the casual hangouts, on the nights out and on every party.. everywhere you go there she was. Always looking like an angel and always hanging around close to Calum. Maybe even too close for your liking.

Calum was always very touchy with the people he liked. Always hugging and kissing his friends on the cheek, never afraid to show affection. And that is something you absolutely love about him, but seeing him being that affectionate with her made you feel uneasy.

You couldn’t help but feel a hint of jealousy every time he put his arm around her shoulders, or how she would playfully hold his hand to compare sizes. You didn’t know if you were mad at Heather for leaning her head on his shoulder or at Calum for letting her get that close. You knew you could trust him, but you didn’t know if you could trust her.

She was nice. Sometimes too nice, actually. Making you feel bad about having those insecure feelings running around your head. But sometimes you just couldn’t help but wish she’d leave for good. Still not trusting her at all.

As the days went by, you sit and watched your suspicions came true as her flirting became more aggressive towards your, seemingly unaware, boyfriend. Not even trying to hide it or pretend to have an ounce of respect towards you as she laid her legs across his lap, play ‘pretend fighting’, laugh way to hard at all his jokes, leaving lingering touches here and there or took a lot of selfies kissing his cheeks. Even the fans thought you guys were broken up at some point, but nobody else seemed to notice, especially Calum. Maybe you were exaggerating.

You were getting ready to go out tonight, the band had just released a new single that went straight to number one and they needed to celebrate it. You were putting on some makeup when Calum came out of the bathroom, already dressed to impress.

“Hey, Y/N. Could you take a picture of my outfit? Luke asked for it so he could figure out what to wear since he can’t decide”

You laughed and nodded at his request. Grabbing his phone from the nightstand, you quickly started taking picture after picture, giggling at your boyfriend’s absurd poses. It was in the middle of all that scene that he got a text. It wasn’t your intention to open it, but your finger clicked on it by accident.

Heather 🙃💕: Thnks for the hoodie 💕💕🥰 can’t wait to see you 2nite ❤️❤️

Attached to it there was a very provocative mirror selfie of her, wearing nothing more than his empathy hoodie. The one he gave to you or that you stole from him every time you miss him and wanted to feel close to him. Your favorite. His favorite. And, apparently, hers as well.

Calum noticed how your expression changed drastically in a matter of seconds. One minute ago you were laughing with him and now it seems like you were about to burst into tears.

“Love, is everything okay?” He asked, making you lift your head, breaking your trance from the screen. You were livid.

“I don’t know” you spat “You tell me”

Turning the screen to his face, Calum’s eyes widened as he saw the picture, grabbing the phone out of your hands.

“Why is she sending you pictures like this?”

“I- I-“

He stuttered, making your face fall in disappointment “Calum, be honest” You said defeatedly “Are you cheating on me?”

Calum snapped his head at you.

“What?! Of course not!”

“And you expect me to believe you?” You said, gesturing at the phone in his hand.

“How can you say that? Y/N this means nothing!”

“You gave her your sweater!”

“It’s a fucking piece of fabric! It’s just polyester! It’s nothing”

“It wasn’t nothing to me!” You cry, not being able to hold it in anymore “I just- I just don’t know why would you ever kiss me when she’s standing right there! Practically begging you to do it. I’m not even half as pretty or talented or anything to call your attention anymore”

“What?”

“Please, Calum. I know you like her better. I see your eyes as she walks by. I see how you look at her while I die inside, you never seem to notice me but you always notice her, and I know because some time ago you used to look at me the same way. You’re spending all your time with her, laughing at her jokes and letting her flirt with you shamelessly. She’s got you mesmerized and you don’t even realize it. I wish I were Heather, maybe that way you could love me back” You whisper that last part, wiping your tears with the back of your hand.

“Y/N, that it’s not true. That is not the same way I look at you at all. I love you. Heather and I are just friends” Calum said, rubbing his hand down his face.

“Does she know that?”

“Y/N..”

“I don’t feel like going out anymore” You mutter, standing up, walking straight to the bathroom and locking the door.

As soon as you closed it, Calum was banging the door on the other side “Y/N”

“Just go, Calum”

“Fucking hell, Y/N. Don’t do this!” He was getting impatient “You’re being childish! C’mon, we’ll be late!”

“Then go! I’m not leaving”

You heard him mutter a “For fucks sake” before silence came over you two, only for it to be broken fifteen minutes later by the sound of the car driving off the street. Only then you allowed yourself to cry again.

You didn’t know how much time you spend like this, sitting on the floor with your back pressed to the hard wooden door, crying until you felt like you couldn’t cry anymore. So, slowly you got up, took all your makeup and your clothes, put on some pajamas and went to bed, not sure if Calum will be back for the night. Not sure if he will be back at all.

Tears started to burn your eyes once again and you allowed them to roll down your cheeks and stain your pillowcase. Your sobs rocking you until you drifted away in dreams.

Moments later, maybe a few hours or minutes, you were woken up by a large figure laying next to you on the bed. He was back.

Calum scooted closer to you, bringing his arms around your frame and pulling you into his embrace. He hid his head on the crook of your neck, leaving a trail of small kisses down its way.

“Cal..” You whispered. Your voice hoarse from all the crying “What are you doing?”

“You were right”

His voice sounded small, broken. Not like him at all.

You turned around in his arms, facing him in the darkness “What?”

Calum let out a sigh “You were right about Heather. She was flirting with me and I didn’t notice, but tonight she tried to make a move and kiss me…” You held your breath, not sure if you wanted to hear what he had to say next “She didn’t get to do it though, I pushed her away immediately and told her to never do that again. Next thing I know I was on my way here. On my way to you”

“Calum..”

“I’m sorry, baby. I was an idiot. I shouldn’t have invalidated your feelings the way I did, I should’ve listen. You’re the only one for me, love. I only got eyes for you, always you. You’re the only one who got me mesmerized, my everything. I’m sorry I haven’t shown it a lot lately, I’ll make it up to you”

You hummed and lifted your head so you could press your lips against him. He welcomed the kiss by placing his hand on your cheek and caressing it lightly.

“I’ll get that sweater back for you, I promise” He said, kissing your forehead.

“Oh, she can have it or you could burn it. I don’t care. I have the the only thing that matters right here, right now in my arms” He chucked at your response, bringing you closer to him.

“I love you”

Pairing: Calum Hood x Fem! Reader

Summary: You overhear something you shouldn’t hear. But Calum will make it right, won’t he?

Warnings: ANGST. Language (including insults), mentions of alcohol, drugs and cheating. MC with low self esteem. Some grammar mistakes (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)

Word count: 4 k

Author’s Note: hi I’m back with the angsty shit. This is very self indulgent, and I put Mitchy as a bad guy here, so sorry if you like him? Reblogs, Commets, Feedback and likes are very welcomed and encouraged! I love to hear from you guys ❤️ hope you like it and Happy Reading ✨🦋🌻

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You sighed as you finished your last paper. It was finals week and you were officially done with your exams and term papers for the semester. The last couple of weeks were rough and no one knew that more than you and your boyfriend Calum who has been by your side through this whole stressing process.

You smiled to yourself as you remembered the encouraging words that Calum often said to you. He knew how hard you worked in school and at your part time job in a law firm, and you appreciated how much he cared for you in times of stress and frustrations. Always cheering you up from the bleechers as you made a name for yourself.

Calum promised that once you were done with school for the semester, he was going to take you out on a well deserved Holiday, just the two of you and Duke as you celebrated another six months worth of work done. Everything was already planned for the next weekend and you couldn’t wait.

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Pairing: Calum x reader

Word count: 2.7k

A/N: Shawn Mendes has exactly one (1) song I can listen to over and over again. So naturally I wrote a fic about Calum based loosely on it. I made myself finish this cause I haven’t written anything of real substance in months. And I need to get out of this writer’s block that’s been kicking my ass. as always thanks to my twin @myloverboyash for editing. 

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It had been too easy for Calum, and he thinks that should have been the warning. Nothing is ever easy. There’s always a catch, and he didn’t know he fell into it until it was already too late to get out. 

Sex with her was fun, and it was hot, and he never had to think twice about it. They’d been on the same page from the start. It was always just sex, whenever one of them was in the mood. Until it wasn’t just sex. Until they’d started exchanging texts randomly throughout the day, just to see what the other was doing. Until they started showing up to friends parties, looking for the other, asking about each other. Until Calum started noticing stuff throughout the day that reminded him of her. Until he started asking her over just to hang out, watch movies, if she wanted to come to the studio with him, to the park with Duke, he’s even found himself asking her over to grocery shop with him. 

It was easy right up until he fell in love.