#clomhood

going to new york city with calum when it’s cold outside and he’d wear a beanie and big bomber jacket and you’d be all snuggly as you walked through the streets at night, headed to your fancy dinner reservation, and he’d pull you in so the jacket was around you too. he’d kiss your head at every crosswalk wait and tell you you’re beautiful with twinkly eyes and distant sirens cutting through the snow flurry-filled air

writer!michael spending hours biting his bottom lip, his pale face glowing from the light of his laptop screen as he sat on the couch with you. you drape your leg lazily over his as he stares at the screen, punches a few keys, then backspaces, eyes darting around the page. he groans lightly in frustration before laying his head back on the couch, closing his tired eyes. you pat his arm gently in support as you go back to scrolling through twitter, and a few moments later you hear michael quietly mutter “wait” and you look up to see his eyes brighter, a light smile on his face and fingers flying across the keys, lines adding to the page as fast as you could read them. michael tended to hold his breath when writing something he loved, and you see his chest wasn’t moving so you laugh and say “michael, baby breathe,” and he turns to you with a big smile before biting his lip and saying “sorry i just, i finally figured it out,” before returning back to his keyboard and writing for hours more with you by his side.

calum coming home to find you in bed sobbing because you felt like you’d let so many people down in so many ways and you just can’t handle the stress and guilt and he asks you what’s wrong even though he knows you struggle with feeling like a let down so when you don’t answer him he lifts your arm up that was covering your eyes and slowly starts kissing your wet cheeks and eyelids and neck softly with his plump lips as you continue to cry, muttering “it’s not your fault” and “you aren’t a disappointment to anyone, baby” in between kisses as he slips his hands under your shirt and rests them on your rib cage to let you know he wasn’t going to let you fall apart