#calumblurbs

[duskholland]

“You wrote me a song?” blurb with Calum Hood maybe :)

masterlist!

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Calum’s been a little weird all day.

It starts off with a few small things: he leaves the bed without dropping a kiss to your head, forgets to take Duke out on his morning walk, then takes five hours to reply to your texts wondering what time he’ll be back from the studio. It doesn’t worry you - you’ve known Calum for years, been dating for two, so you understand sometimes he needs a little time away from everything to clear his head, but you definitely notice it.

He eventually gets home late into the evening, and much to your surprise, the first thing he does when he’s crossed the threshold of your apartment is pull you in for a long, tight hug, his forehead dropping down onto your shoulder. You hug him back, sighing as you feel his warmth spread over your front, and inhale his sweet, musky scent.

“What’s going on?” You mumble after a few minutes. Calum peels himself away from your front, brown eyes swimming in love and affection.

“I missed you,” he explains. His arms slip down and he takes your hand. “I made you something at the studio.”

“You wrote me a song?”

“Mhmm.”

Calum gently tugs you through to the bedroom and picks up one of his guitars, forcing you down onto the edge of the bed as he stands up in front of you, plush lips pulled into a nervous smile. You find your heart fluttering in your chest as you wait for him to do something.

“Don’t laugh if it’s bad,” he prefaces, a little shyer now he’s got the strap around his neck. “It still needs some work.”

“I’m sure it’s fantastic.”

His smile grows as his fingers strum over the strings of the guitar. He plays a short riff before opening his mouth, his rich voice twirling around lyrics of love, passion and warmth. 

“-Got nothing but love for you, fall more in love every day,” he sings, voice raspy and slow. He meets your eyes and you shiver, your heart swelling in your chest as you stare up at your boyfriend, pulse rocketing through your ears. 

He finishes after a few minutes of serenading and you give him a quick round of applause before leaping up from the bed and wrapping your arms around him. You peck his cheek, causing a healthy blush to pain his cheeks.

“It’s lovely,” you praise. “I love your voice.”

Calum shrugs. “It’s alright.”

“No.” You squeeze his hands softly, feeling the cool metal of his rings burn against your flesh. “You’re so fucking talented, Cal. That was beautiful. What inspired it?”

He smiles shyly. “Woke up this morning ‘n saw you lying there, all snoring and tired, and all I could think was how beautiful you looked.”

You scoff, grinning nonetheless. “You always think I’m beautiful,” you point out.

He steps forward and surprises you with a quick kiss, his lips warm and curved. “It’s because you’re beautiful, and I love you very much.” His words cause you to swoon.

“I love you,” you say, the words ringing truer than ever before. He smiles at you, and after a moment of pure calm, you shift closer, sealing your love with a long, tingling kiss.

[shittyfandomimagines]

Going, Going, Gone

Word count: 1,856

Pure angst, my pure heart is hurt.

Obviously some things are distorted.

(GIF creds to owner.)

Tour was supposed to be fun or whatever, but then again I wasn’t the one who was singing. I wasn’t the one who gets to be around thousands of hyped up people. I wasn’t the one who did the meet and greets.

I don’t want to sound like an attention hog, but I was not the one who had Calum’s attention. I knew that I wouldn’t always be when I first got here after their second leg of the tour started, it’s just that Calum was ecstatic to be around me. As time went on, I was just kind of there like a coat-hanger, useful sometimes but in the way.

We have just started to argue more and bicker about stupid stuff. I knew the guys were picking up on it and I tried to just let it go, but I couldn’t. I hated that they heard all the arguing and how it didn’t seem like Cal was here for me.

The quick wind that pushed past me had snapped me out of my trance, I look up to see Calum had walked past me to get some coffee from the little deck towards the corner of the bus. “Good afternoon,” I mumble quietly and twirl my thumbs. “Yeah.” He replies in a monotone voice, per usual.

We were up bickering most of the night and I didn’t like it, but what was I gonna do? Neither of us had apologized for a fight in so long that I didn’t even feel like we were the same Calum and y/n that everyone knew.

“Good afternoon beautiful people!” Ashton came bounding down the hallway cheerfully, completely nosediving to jump his way beside me on the (very) small couch. Calum gave him a look and the sat on the other small couch in front of us. Ashton laid his head on my lap and completely ignored Calum’s glare.

His hair was slicked back and I kept flicking the one piece that was hanging over his forehead. “You should dye your hair,” I suggest as he was swatting my hand away. “What color?” He asks as he finally gave up trying to stop me. “Red. You’d like nice with red hair.” I think aloud and he just shrugs. “We’ll see. Maybe after the tour is over I will.” He says and then sits up.

“I’ll be outside walking if anyone needs me, just try not to,” Calum utters under his breath and then stomps towards the door. Ash and I give each other a look, this wasn’t the first time this week that he did this. “I’ve got him this time, it’s my turn,” I say and stand up from the couch.

I had to basically jump off the last step because it always seemed so high, usually, Cal would laugh but he hasn’t recently. He hasn’t done a lot of things recently. He had just made it past the back of the bus, he was still walking straight ahead. Luckily, there were no fans in sight.

When I finally get behind him, I tug his jacket slightly. “Calum, just stop for a second.” I plead and he comes to a halt, turning very abruptly. “What the fuck do you want?” He snaps and my eyes widen. “Jesus, what is wrong now?” I roll my eyes.

“You! You’re always so lovey-dovey towards Ashton and you never fucking care about me! Why the fuck would you even come on this tour if you didn’t plan on caring about me and just fucking being around everyone else all the time?” He yells and I signal my hand for him to be quieter and I point towards the bus still being fairly close to us.

“You had the chance to ask him to move. You had the chance to act that way with me any fucking time. This is not my fault Calum, you’re the one constantly bringing up shit that doesn’t make sense. At least your best friends are more caring about me than you are.” I snarl and he just laughs. He fucking laughs!

I wanted to rip that pretty little smirk off of his face.

“You’re right, they care more about you than I do nowadays. Just because I invited you here doesn’t mean that everyone fucking wants you here right now. Fuck off!” He says emotionless and I feel my heart break a little. I guess it’s one thing to not feel wanted by your peers but another thing to not be wanted by your boyfriend.

“I-uh. Yeah, well I just wanted to check on you. Ash mentioned something about an interview in 20 minutes.” I lie about Ashton saying it, I just memorized the schedule this morning at 3 am after our fight so I could distract myself.

I just try to pull all the tears back in and turn around as quick as I could so he wouldn’t see my eyes becoming glassy.

I keep my head low as I walked onto the bus and the guys tried to speak but I just wave them off. “Cal said he’d be done with his walk soon so you guys could leave for the interview.” I lie, once again, and go to the empty spare bunk bed to lay down.

“Change in interview stuff guys, the interviewers have moved the production of it to the actual arena. They want to do a backstage thing with you guys before the show, so they thought it would be easier to just start off the day here. They’re going to be setting up and I’ll give you the call when they’re done. Tell Calum.” I couldn’t pick up whose voice it was because of how far back this bunk was, but I just let the guys do their own rejoicing thing. God knows I’m a bother to them.

—-

The guys had left for their interview like 15 minutes ago and I was currently doing my annual sweep of the venue. I liked to do this so the night of the concert when things were more hectic, I could do my own thing and know where everything was.

I accidentally found myself at the section of the venue where the interview was being placed, I stopped in my tracks so quick. I slowly walked backward and just stood behind everyone and listened in. No one knew I was there, per usual.

“So love guys? What are we feeling about that subject?” The girl from the interviewer asks. “I don’t believe in love anymore, all I love is Duke and music,” Calum says something first and my heart literally shattered. “So you and your girlfriend aren’t in love anymore?” The interviewer sounded intrigued.

“Of course we’re in love, we’ve been together for 2 years.” He says quickly and I shake my head, tears begin to brim my eyes. Being together for 2 years isn’t exactly the reason to be in love. I don’t want to be here anymore. I don’t want to be around Calum anymore.

I wipe off any sign of tears and I tap Jakes shoulder (the guy who was in charge of flights and hotels) and he turns around quickly. Jake was a complete jokester, we all absolutely loved this guy. “Hey, sweet girl.” He says and it probably sounds weird, but he’s like 50 and a hero.

I could see in his eyes that he was apologetic and upset, but he smiled at me anyway. “I need you to cancel any flights or hotel rooms for me, I’m going home,” I say and his nose scrunches up. “Are you sure? Have you spoke to Calum?” He asks as he gets his phone out of his back pocket.

“Yeah, we spoke. Thanks, Jake!” I say and hug him slightly, I turn around and sniffle quickly. I start to walk away but someone tugs my shoulder lightly.

“Oh, hey Mitchy.” I smile warmly and he gives me a look. “I heard you speaking to Jake. You’re leaving?” He asks and I nod quickly. “Calum knows, I just need some time for myself.” I lie and he chuckles.

“You still suck at lying.” He jokes and I shrug. “It doesn’t matter where I am at, Calum wouldn’t care.” I groan and Mitchy scrunched his eyebrows. “Calum loves you and he’s probably just going through something. You can’t just leave without telling him.” He crosses his arms and I just roll my eyes.

“Mitch, I can just leave a note on his bed. If I know this guy pact that you guys have going on, you’ll end up telling him. So, please just wait until after the show. Please. I don’t want this to make the show weak and hurt the fans.” I beg and he nods. “Fine, but what should I tell him?” He asks.

“Tell him I’m staying with my sister, he’ll get the memo. Bye, congrats on hitting number 1 by the way.” I hug him quickly and had to literally jog away before I let my tears all out.

“Y/n! Y/n!” Fans were calling my name and I literally froze. How was I supposed to leave with suitcases and bags? I breathe in deeply, turn away and wipe my eyes. I take the sunglasses that were hanging off my shirt and put them over my eyes.

“Hey, guys!” I smile warmly at all of them and they were acting calm thank goodness. “Can we get a picture? If you’re not busy or anything.” They were so polite and it literally warmed my heart. There were only about 5 girls and they had all just been so cute while taking pictures. Then it hit me, I knew how to make sure they were gone so I could leave.

“Do you guys have ID on you?” I ask and they all nod. “Tell me your names,” I ask and I pull my phone out and text one of the guys in management. I send him their names and tell him that they have their ids to verify. I requested that they make it inside m&g because they were so nice. They respond with a thumbs up and I smile.

“You guys just scored some m&g tickets, just show them your ID. They all line up in 30 mins.” I say and they all had tears. “Thank you so much! We love you!” They all cried as they were basically running back towards the front.

I let my tears come back as I walked inside the bus. I write a quick note and lay it on Calum’s bed. I drag my suitcase out and put all my items back in. I get my pink bag and put all my items from the bathroom back in it. I look around and make sure that I had everything. I took one more deep breath as I called my sister, she could obviously hear the wavering in my voice but gladly said I could join her.

I book a flight back to my hometown and the flight leaves tonight.

I guess this is it. This is it.

Part 2 guys????

[vipclifford]

Can you write a lazy day with Calum and Duke fluff? Just like you two talking about anything and everything

“okay, so, serious question,” you started, fingers fiddling with the material at the bottom of his shirt. he hummed in response, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your lips. the two of you were laying on the sofa; his head against the armrest with a couple of cushions to support his back and your legs straddling his, sat up to have this conversation face to face. “pouring ketchup all over your chips, sin or not?” your boyfriend couldn’t help but chuckle at your words.

“how is this a serious question?” he asked, hands trailing down your bare arms to meet yours and lace your fingers together.

“it is very serious. imagine we’re out one day and we order some chips. i ask you to grab some ketchup while i go to the toilet or something, and when i get back i see that you’ve drenched every single chip in ketchup, cutting off my food supply so then i starve to death. if i’m going to be in a relationship with you i need to know that starvation isn’t gonna take me out.”

calum rolled his eyes at you fondly, looking at you with a feeling you couldn’t quite decipher.

“i know of a few psychologists who would love to get a look at that mind of yours,” he laughed, bringing your intertwined hands to his lips to pepper kisses over your knuckles. “they’d sure as hell have a field day with you.”

“calum i’m being serious,” you jokingly whined, pulling your hands away just to have him pull them back, an unspoken game of ‘who can pull the hardest’ starting up between the two of you. “if i die because of your chip-eating habits you could be imprisoned for manslaughter.”

“have you been diagnosed?”

“calum!”

before you were given the chance to complain further calum let go of your hands to grab your cheeks, pulling you close to kiss you. you melted into the kiss like his fingers melt into the piano. your hands moved over his toned biceps as his dug into your hair, time passing by unknowingly. duke ran into the living room and jumped onto the couch, desperate to fit into the nonexistent gap between your bodies. you pulled away from each other reluctantly, calum’s lips still chasing yours for a few final pecks before letting the small dog curl up on his chest. 

“who is the biggest cockblock in town?” calum sang to the tune of spongebob, glancing up to find you already looking at him with a cheesy smile. “what?” you shook your head to dismiss his question, hand moving to stroke duke’s head.

“you still haven’t answered my question.”

“sin, baby. anything that could take you away from me must be a sin.”

[silenthearts]

Ghost of you part II

Part I 

warning: deals with death and grief. not proof read either. Enjoy

“Whatever happens, don’t stop smiling. I love your squishy cheeks and how your eyes crinckle” you smile “ I want you to keep laughing until you can’t breathe. I know Luke or anyone else isn't as funny as me, but it will have to do. “ You giggle, your pale lips and dark undereyes were so noticeable and yet you looked so beutiful, Calum could not contain his smile at your teasing.  Even at the lowest of your low you were still funny, you still carried him and comforted him throughout, you still asked about his day and insisted on making sure he felt fine before you did.

It had been a year since you left. Life had become bearable, or almost. A few months ago Calum finally decided to look through your things and when he did he found it. 

You kept a usb pen with a letter to him, a letter that simply read “see me” . Inside there were hours and hours of video. a diary you kept on the last months of your terminal illness. Calum couldn’t watch them at first, especially cuz they were specifically diected at him and although he missed you he couldn’t hear you say his name and talk directly to him without crying so hard his head hurt and his lungs stopped working properly.

But it had been a year. He was better, Mali had helped him, his friends had helped him.

Even at times when Calum was an asshole to them, thats how he coped at the time.

He finally reached the last video. The one that read “Don’t Stop”. When he saw it he kinda laughed to himself about your little reference to a silly song he once wrote to cheer you up and you two made fun of immensily. 

He smiled in adoration at the screen. At you. You suddenly got serious as you looked at the webcam. “I hope you fall in love. I hope you go out, I hope you have fun. There’s no point slumping around like a potato or drinking yourself to death. 

Just because my life is over it doesn’t mean yours has to. You’re wonderful and amazing and I want you to fall in love again, fall in love with someone almost as good as me... “ you smile “ almost.” you let out a cheeky laugh, the one he loved so much. 

He paused the video. He couldn’t hear you anymore. He knows he hasn’t done what you want him to. He knows you would not be proud of him. He tried , god he swears he tried.  But he couldn’t leave the bench that sat in front of your grave, him and Duke did regular walks there. It was their new spot. 

He couldn’t date, he couldn’t look at another woman without feeling like he was cheating on you. He rubs his teary eyes as he closes the laptop, once again being hit with the silence of your empty home which you made him promise to keep clean in one of the videos. He has, mostly.

He can’t get off his usual spot on the couch so instead he once again opens his laptop. When he is about to close the video he notices a minute or so left of the video. He takes a deep breath as he clicks play.

“You’re stubborn Calum. You always were but please go outside. Feel the sun while you still can. 

Walk Duke and take him to the park, he likes to play with Petunia.

Go to the cinema 

Go to the pub

Enjoy the fresh air and our favourite beach.

Get married

Have children

Get a friend for Duke.”

You sigh. “Don’t let the ghost of me haunt you forever, cuz i couldn’t stand it. I love you, and I always will. “

The video ends and this time calum is sobbing into his hands but thyre not tears of sadness and frustration like many have been. They were acceptance, he accepted you were gone but he knew you were a part of him, a part of everyone’s life. Someone as bright as you illuminmated everyone’s lives, and although his was dark for a minute, you were once again the light at the end of the dark tunnel. He could not do what you asked right away, no. 

But time heals, and he hopes time will pass, new plants will grow in the place of the ones that died. New things will come and although he knew it would take time, you’d be with him someway, somehow forever in his memories and thoughs.

[dankspaceater]

I feel like calum would be super moody just in general like not an asshole just moody and wouldn't be as affectionate as you would like so he was either wanting his alone time or he was a cuddle bug so if you ever got fed up of his attitude you would completely stop what you were doing huff the loudest you could and lay your entire body across his lap he'd giggle and pull you into his chest whispering "you're my best doll"

[thesmuttty]

Your absence - A.I

One day I stopped thinking about how your lips felt on mine. And one day I stopped thinking about how your fingers used to trace my hips. And one day I stopped thinking about how your eyes crinkled when you laughed. I stopped thinking of how you smelled after a show, or how you engulfed me in a sweaty hug that left me equally as rancid as you. I stopped thinking of how you always laughed at my stupid jokes, or how we would stay up to watch the sunset in its full glory.

I guess one day I stopped thinking of you, but it wasn’t as easy as I say it is. It took weeks for me to realize you weren’t calling my name in the empty halls of my apartment. It took weeks for me to stop writing about you on every paper I put pencil to. It took weeks for me to stop seeing you, everywhere, in everything. It took weeks for me to not want to call you when I got drunk, or sober. It took weeks for all the sad songs to just be about random boys and not you.

It took months for me to not smile at a joke I remember you telling me on one of our late night adventures. It took months of mental preparation, to finally delete your number. It took months to stop thinking that, instead of a one night stand, it was you waking up next to me. It took months for my friends to not give me pity glances or ‘how are you holding up, hun?’s every time I saw them. It took months for me to finally clean my apartment, because I was scared if I did, your smell would no longer linger.

It took a year for the sting of the name Ashton to finally fade.

But,

One day I realized that playing the piano alone is actually really peaceful. One day I realized that drinking coffee alone isn’t as sad as it seems. And that going on adventures by yourself makes the sights and occurrences more personal. And there are always more people to meet and make memories with.

It took weeks for me to find that eating alone is a perfect time to think over your upcoming projects.  

It took months for me to understand that being alone, isn’t as bad as I once thought it was.

See, your absence taught me how to live without you,  

time away taught me to find peace in being alone.

[lifein-pieces]

Blurb

-Luke Hemmings-

When you’re really sad and have no one to go to Luke would be the type of friend that you don’t have to text everyday and meet even in months, but he’d still be there with a helping hand and some coffee. He would take you into his room and tuck you into is bed and his scent would fill up your nostrils, giving you a sense of calmness. He would then get you out of your horrifically tight pants and give you a pair of his sweatpants instead. He would get into bed next to you and hold you so tight and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. “Don’t cry, baby girl, it’s not worth your tears.” he would chant, over and over again. You would sob into his chest and he would rub your back. Even when you stop crying, he would refuse to let you go and you would jut curl up in his giant frame and fall into a deep sleep.

[demonsanddrugs]

calum would send his little boy off to school in black nail polish and you could always tell which parent dressed him that day because calum would always have him in black skinnies and long sleeves

[duskholland]

“You’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere.” From the fluffy list with Calum Hold ❤️

ahh yes Calum Hold, my fave member of 5sos (i love you!)

masterlist!

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Having the opportunity to follow your rockstar boyfriend around the world is something you’ve treasured. It’s been four months so far, and you’ve made so many incredible memories with the man you love that you can’t possibly imagine falling back into a normal routine once you get home. This gap between uni and starting your job has done you well, and you’ve enjoyed every single second of it. 

Or, at least, you were enjoying it until you were struck down with a horrible case of the flu.

They kicked you off the tour bus after the first night of vomiting, so now you’re holed up in a luxury hotel room whilst Calum is at soundcheck, feeling thoroughly sorry for yourself. There’s a German soap opera playing on the tv but you can’t bring yourself to focus on it, too snotty and hot and cold and hot again to care about the latest dramas. You’re surrounded by tissues and medication, and it feels like there’s a builder sat on your forehead, slowly chipping away at your skull, gradually sending you insane.

You’re in and out of sleep for a while, your dreams a confusing mix of dancing hot dogs, loud murderous yelling and distorted faces. Every time you wake, it’s with a start, a loud gasp, and then a yawn, followed by you sinking back into the cycle again. Being ill is exhausting.

You wake a few hours later and pry a heavy eyelid open to see Calum laying on the other side of the bed, scrolling through his phone. You sigh happily as you feel him stroke through your hair, pushing the sticky strands away from your face. He glances up at the sound, his lips pulling into a gentle smile as he sees you’re awake.

“How are you feeling, gorgeous,” he murmurs, his voice quiet and soft.

You shrug. “Like shit,” you mutter. “What’s the time?”

“Just after five.”

You knit your eyebrows together. “Don’t you have that- that interview thing?” You manage, throat scratchy and dry.

Hearing the pain in your voice, Calum gently pulls you up against the headboard, getting you comfy before passing you a glass of cool water. “The others are going but I’m staying back here,” he explains, rubbing his fingers over your knee as you sip the water.

“What- Why?”

He rolls his eyes. “Because my girlfriend is hidden away in this hotel room dying by herself, and I don’t want to leave her for hours at a time,” he replies, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Immediately you shake your head. “No, no, Cal, I’m completely fine. You should just go, I’ll be- I’ll- I’ll be-” You trail off, groaning softly as a sudden spike of pain presses against your forehead. “I’ll be fine.”

Calum takes the empty glass and helps you back under the covers, slipping down beside you. He pulls you into his chest, draping a loose arm over your body as he chuckles. “You’ve got a fever, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

A surge of love and adoration floods your chest as you blink up at him. “Really?”

A large, warm hand drifts up to your face and he pushes your hair out of your delirious face. “Of course not,” he promises. “Now, try to get some rest, okay? It’s no fun when you’re sick.”

You nod gently, eyes wide. “I love you,” you manage. The corners of your mouth pull up into a large grin as he brushes his plush lips over your forehead.

“I love you too.”

[shittyfandomimagines]

Going, Going, Gone 2

Word count: 2,210

So like fluff?? Idk. Angst??? Idk

(Big creds to owner of GIF)

I always have that buzz of energy right after sound check, it just meant that we’re really close to going on. We can hear all the shuffling of the fans getting close to the stage. It felt great knowing that these people were here for me.

The camera crew just left after we showed them our pre-show ritual and what we keep in our dressing rooms. They heard us give each other pep talks and all, they had what they wanted.

“Where’s y/n? She’s usually here for us before everyone goes on.” Ashton points out and I didn’t even stop for a second to think about where she was. In my heart, I was a little nervous about us, mostly because we kind of had an unspoken rule that she’d always be at the shows just because she cares for my career. So I don’t know why I let the next words fall out of my mouth, “who cares where she is.”

All the guys gave me a harsh look and shook their heads. “If you don’t love her anymore, do not do this to her. Don’t drag her along across the world and make her feel like a burden. She’s the sweetest person and you’re acting like she is the biggest problem in the world.” Luke scolds and I raise my eyebrows.

“I do love her,” I state and they all get really quiet. It was starting to make me nervous, how their eyes just screamed that I was wrong.

“Guys, of course, I love y/n. She’s the best thing that has happened to me. Ever. She’s the best person in my life beside you guys. C’mon, you can’t be serious.” I anxiously lean forward and start biting my nails.

“You haven’t really acted like it recently Cal, but we can’t see inside your heart or mind. Just let her know sometimes.” Michael soothes and I nod, laying myself back against the couch.

I just want her here now, just so I could hold her in my arms and do what our ritual was when she first got here. God, I’ve treated her so bad.

It’s us though, we always build ourselves back up.

——

“That was a fucking amazing show!” Ashton came running down the hall that led backstage. “They’re so fucking loud. I love it.” Luke followed behind him and I was the last one to go.

I look around to see that y/n was nowhere to be seen. She must have been so pissed, I don’t think there was ever a fight that she decided was bad enough to miss a show. I started to feel all the guilt bubble inside of my stomach.

“Drinks tonight, guys?” Ashton asks and I shake my head no. “I’m gonna spend some time with y/n,” I say but everyone else says they’re going. “Make sure to clean up your messes.” Luke winked and I shoved his shoulder, a small smile on my face.

The walk to the bus felt long and lonely, everyone else went a different way as they had cars ready to take them to a club or somewhere.

When I enter the bus, it felt so empty and weird. When I leaned down to look in our bunk, she wasn’t in there, I saw a piece of paper but I assumed it was a schedule. I went the extra bunk to look and she wasn’t in there either. I started to feel panic rise in my chest, my breathing becoming distorted.

I frantically look in the little area where clothes go and it was empty. I check the bathroom and all of her personal products where gone. No, no, no.

I run back to the front of the bus and step out, my body colliding with someone else’s. My first hope was that it was her.

“Mitch? What are you doing here? They’re about to go out.” I say and try to remain calm.

“I knew that y/n was leaving.” He said it like he was scared. “What?” I ask harshly and he takes a step back. “She was talking to Jake about canceling her flight and hotel rooms for good, so I asked her about it. She said she didn’t want it to affect the show.” He explains and I run my hands through my hair.

“You didn’t tell me sooner?” I cross my arms and he just sighed. “Cal, she was so sad and I could see the tears. She just needed me to be quiet and I respected that.” He says calmly and I wanted to fucking cry too. “Did she say where she was going?” I ask and he nods. “Said she was going to her sister's house, I didn’t think it was that big of a deal.” He says and that’s what makes me turn completely cold and nauseous.

Whenever she needed a break from us or just the world, she always went to her hometown to see her sister. She felt like it was the best therapy. I had realized a long time ago that she went there when she needed a big change in her life. What if she is done with me? She’s going to her sister's house and trying to make a change. Oh god. Don’t panic, don’t panic.

Before I knew it, I was throwing up beside the bus. The guilt and pain had literally caused me to vomit. Mitch was rubbing my back soothingly and I shakily stand back up. “I’ve got to go to the airport. We have a few days off, right?” I ask and he nods slowly. “Cal, I called the cab before you came out of the bus, they should be here soon,” Mitch says and runs my shoulder a little.

—-

The cab drive to the airport felt like a million years, mostly because I was thinking of how she’s probably already in her hometown. So when he got close to the doors, I was already one foot out the door.

I hastily find a desk and ask her where I can find the city, I had to show her the name from my phone. She points me in the direction and I nod quickly.

I was literally running to her zone of the airport, I see her blue highlights from where I was at. She was sitting alone, no one else was in this section. She was the only one going on this flight. Thank god she was still here.

“Babe,” I say and she turns to look at me. I see her bloodshot eyes and tear stains. “Calum, please just go away. I don’t want to talk about it right now.” She waves me off and my heart breaks. I get in front of her and squat down to her level.

“Baby, why are you leaving? You know that I understand what it means when you are going to your sisters.” I sniffle, she just looks straight through me. “Because you don’t love me and I’m not going to stay here for someone who doesn’t care. I’m tired of being here and in this position.” She says so calmly that it made me nervous. The chills wracking throughout me.

“Of course I love you. What do you mean?” I ask and she just laughs. “God Calum, you’re so fucking hilarious. I heard your interview and I heard what you were trying to tell me. I added all the dots, the fights, and the bickering, telling me that I’m not wanted there. I get it, if you were so out of love with me, you should’ve had the decency to tell me.” She was so stone cold and it made my heart feel like someone was putting tiny needles into it.

“You’re right, I don’t treat you the way I should. I should be treating you the way I did when you first got her or when we’re at home. I do love you like I can’t even see my life without you in it. I can’t see Sunday’s without thinking how we go to Huddle House for waffles. I can’t think of dog walks without thinking about how we go to that small park with Duke. I can’t think about seeing small kids and wondering when the hell I get to put a ring on your finger and have kids with you. I just want to wrap you up in my arms and literally keep you there.” I rant and she goes to speak, but more words started to fly out.

“And god I hate when you put your fucking cold feet on my legs and you do that innocent giggle. When you run your hands through my hair and literally rub my head after drinking too much. I love when you smile and the crooked tooth that you hate, but seeing you smile always makes my heart feel like it’s flying. You dance so bad and it always makes me laugh, but I could watch it forever. Or when you have to jump off that last step on the bus, I feel myself wanting to laugh now just thinking about it.” I chuckle and she literally pinches me to make me stop talking.

“Calum, I don’t want to hear this. You haven’t shown me any type of love in weeks. I don’t want to hear this because it’s going to end up going down the drain in a few weeks.” She crosses her arms. I fixate myself where I’m on my knees instead of squatting.

“I haven’t shown you love, but I promise you I will. Forever and the rest of my fucking life. Please, just don’t leave me and break up with me like this. You don’t understand how I feel when I see you. I need you. I’m sorry that I’ve been so bad to you, I just needed to fucking work on me. I took it out on you and I will forever be sorry, I just don’t feel worthy anymore and I just continuously try to find reasons why I’m good enough for anyone, not just you but every single person I come in contact with. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like an option or a burden if anything that’s me.” I express myself and her eyes widen. I feel my eyes burn with more tears surfacing.

I was never one to just flat out speak about what goes on in my mind. She always knew that I kept it in and she would support me through the times I was in a different headspace, but this time I hurt her instead of just myself.

“Calum, look at me. I’m not going to apologize for my feelings because they are my feelings. I do feel sympathetic that you’re going through this. You know how much I appreciate, love, support, and undyingly need you in my life. I never said the words that I was breaking up with you. I don’t want that. I accept your apology, Cal.” She soothes as she wipes a few tears out of my eyes.

She leans down to kiss my lips softly, I start to smile softly when she does. She pulls away and I grab her hands. “So you’re coming back on tour.” I smile widely and she frowns a little. “No babe, I’m not.” She says and I deadpan. “What? Why? You just said you weren’t breaking up with me. Babe, what’s going on?” I was starting to panic again, my chest rising quickly.

“Hey, calm down. You’re putting yourself into a panic attack, just calm down babe. I am not done with us, I promise. I just want to take some time at home and find myself again. I don’t want to be on tour anymore, I need to just relax for once. I need time, okay. Tour ends soon and I will be at our apartment waiting on you. I promise on Duke's life.” She says and I smile a little. “That’s a big promise, baby.” I cup her hands into mine again.

“I know, just don’t lose sight of how much I love you. I know our fights were pointless and petty, I’m done with that point of our relationship. Let’s heal and when you come back, we’ll be us again. If you need me, I’m one call away. I don’t want you holding all this guilt and uncertainty. You don’t know how much I love you and wish that you could see how valuable you are.” She says and leans forward to kiss my lips softly.

“When does the flight leave?” I ask and she shrugs. “It was delayed so I leave in about an hour.” She says and I smile. I move to sit beside her and I wrap my arms around her. “An hour with you sounds amazing. Can we make-out? It’s empty in here.” I ask and she punches my side.

“Such a sleaze, shut the fuck up.” She laughs and leans her head on my shoulder. “I love you, you’re sure you’re gonna want me when I come home?” I ask and she nods so quickly. “You’re my home Calum, I would always come home.” She says and sighs contently.

[vipclifford]

Can you do a playful jealous cal? I love your writing!!

thank you so much!! hope this is okay i struggled on the “playful” bit lol :(

calum didn’t know what had gotten into him. maybe it was the way you laughed at his jokes, head tilted back with crescent shaped eyes. or the way you grinned when talking to him about a mutual interest you didn’t share with calum. perhaps it was the way he didn’t seem to want to talk to anyone else in that room. whatever it was, it tugged at calum’s chest in a way he hated. he couldn’t help but interrupt your conversations every few minutes with a “hey baby, you want a drink?” or a “dance with me, beautiful,” his words always turned down with a “no thanks, i already got one” or a “maybe later.” he couldn’t help but be heavy on his use of pet names, a facet of his possessiveness he hadn’t encountered before.

“look at this meme,” he opened with this time, hoping to grab your attention for a few seconds. you held his wrist carefully to keep the screen in place, a proud smile stretching his lips upon hearing your laughter at the post. “wait, there’s a couple more,” calum added when he noticed you making a move to pull back into your previous conversation. his phone-clutched arm wrapped over your shoulders as a way to keep you close.

“i’m gonna go find my friend, nice meeting you two,” said the other guy who once stood there awkwardly, picking up on the message calum didn’t realise he was sending.

“i can’t believe you’re jealous,” you chuckled once he was gone, head tilting to the side to face your boyfriend. calum simply furrowed his brows in confusion, ignoring the heat rising up to his ears.

“i’m not jealous,” he denied, leading you both towards the terrace to look over the city. you shot him a knowing look which he mocked in return. “i’m not!” calum insisted.

“‘come dance with me!’ ‘come look at this meme!’ ‘let’s go get drinks!’” you mocked his needy attempts to pull you away from your new acquaintance, to grab your attention and keep it. calum’s cheeks were burning at this point and all he could do was deny your comment with a light shove to your shoulder.

“am i not allowed to want to spend time with my lover?” calum refuted, emphasising the word just to hear your laughter. it was one of the few things that always brought a smile to his lips.

“you’re allowed to be jealous too,” you pointed out, arms wrapping around his torso to give him a side hug. his own arm moved up to encircle your waist while the other leaned upon the metal railing.

“and yet you make fun of me for something i’m allowed to do.”

“so you admit it, you’re jealous!” he rolled his eyes lovingly before pressing his lips to yours to shut you up, a gentle hand cradling your cheek.

“maybe a little.”

[mybaessist]

its raining and im imagining a lazy day with calum, my back against his chest his hands around my waist and his lips kissing my check or my neck and then he will be the big spoon and we’ll sleep while it rains and OMG I NEED CALUM

[calthepup]

HELLO

New calum blurbs account here. Only post/reblog calum blurbs, photos, imagines etc. Requests are always open :)

[shittyfandomimagines]

Broken Promises

Yeah well my heart was broke but that bitch survived, she’s okay.

Word count: 1,866

Angst with fluff !??

GIF creds to owner

“He’ll be here, I promise.” It felt like an apologetic lie was rolling off my tongue, I mean it was for sure a lie. I have told several people that lie already; the flower shop, the tux renters who called to speak to Calum, and even with his parents who wanted to meet up last week.

The apology side of it came for myself, I had given up on Calum’s help on the wedding stuff. I knew he wouldn’t care what we picked and he would most likely say “it’s just a cake, it’s just some decorations, it’s just flowers.” I wanted him to be excited as he was when he first proposed. He would speak out about what he would like to do and what format, or venue.

I take a deep breath in and just look at my phone once more. “You know what, let’s just do this. I’m sure he can eat any flavor.” I try to joke with her and she seemed to understand my disappointment. I knew our wedding was 2 months away, but this girl is so popular and I wanted her to do the cake. I was lucky to even be here.

“Any flavor we want to avoid?” She asks and I nod quickly. “No red velvet, can’t stand the color or how much it tastes like dye,” I speak and she nods, writing it down on her notepad. “Here is a menu of what our cakes are and their descriptions.” She slides the menu to me and I scan it over.

I wasn’t a huge fan of caramel but I knew Calum liked it. “I want to try the flavored cookie dough cake, salted caramel cake, and the marble cake.” I slide it back to her and she nods again. “Any filling or icing flavors or do you want to just try the ones that usually come with it?” She asks, man I thought this would be the easy task.

“I’ll just stay with what you offer per cake.” I decide and she writes more things down, she starts to walk into the kitchen. After a few minutes, she comes back out with the three cakes.

“This is the cookie dough cake, it is filled with strong vanilla bean buttercream, and it is iced the same as filled, but the flavor won’t be as strong so it doesn’t end up too sweet.” She explains as she slides it over, I pick up the fork that was provided. I absolutely loved this flavor, it was like my childhood dreams came true.

“This is the salted caramel cake. It is filled with brown sugar and almost a coffee flavor, it is topped off with vanilla buttercream.” She points to which one was the cake. I take a bite of it and try to hide my disapproval, I just am not that big of a fan of caramel but I tried it for Calum. I knew in my heart he’d like it so I smile up at her.

“And this one is the marble cake, it is filled with a chocolate mousse and is iced in almond buttercream.” She adds and I eat a bite of it, I honestly loved it. I loved the chocolate chip and the marble one, I knew Calum would like the other.

“How many tiers of cake would I need to feed 250-300?” I ask and she calculated it on her notepad. “At least 4 tiers.” She looks up and I nod. “Okay, I want 1 layer of the caramel, 1 of the cookie dough, and 2 of the marble. I don’t care which order they’re in.” I say and she nods. “What about designing plans?” She asks and I open my phone to find the pictures.

“I absolutely love the piped lace look on the cake, I would want that for all layers. I have my own flowers that can be used, I want the traditional white.” I explain and she was jotting it down, I saw her drawing a sketch. “Okay, is that it?” She asks kindly and I nod. “Yeah, it is. Thank you for this.” I shake her hand and she nods. “My pleasure, I’ll see you in 2 months.” She says and I wave as I walk out.

——

When I walk in, Calum was sitting in front of the tv watching reruns of Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. “Afternoon, babe.” He smiles towards me and I didn’t reply, I just walk towards the kitchen. I see dishes piled up and the garbage needed to be taken out soon.

I groan to myself as I load the dishes into the dishwasher. I use the backdoor to shortcut the walk to where the bins were. When I come back in, I could hear Calum talking obnoxiously loud on the phone.

I tried to tune it out as I started to wipe the cabinets down and re-bag the trash can. I start to boil some water and pull out the ingredients for lasagna. I preheat the oven and find the noodles and jarred sauce.

I add the sauce and ground hamburger meat that I had made last night. It took about 15 minutes before I could even begin to layer all of the things. I set my timer for 35 minutes and just lean myself against the counter.

I couldn’t help my mind from racing with all of the annoyance I had built up for Calum. We’re getting married in two months and I have done most of the things by myself. If this is how we’re going to spend our marriage, then I don’t want it.

I hear Calum coming near because I notice that he was saying his goodbyes on the phone. “Something smells amazing in here.” He compliments and stands in front of me. “Thanks,” I mumble and he raises his eyebrows. “Were you home all day?” I ask and he makes a face. “Well, we recorded until 12 and then I came home.” He states and I nod, how fucking great!

It would have been nice if he could’ve picked up a little or remembered our fucking cake appointment.

“Well, that’s great Calum. Glad you had a nice and relaxed day at home.” I sassily remark and he crosses his arms. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” He huffs and I laughed, literally fucking laughed.

“I had to come home and do the dishes, take out the trash, make supper, and clean up the kitchen. I’m sure you didn’t do the laundry so I’ll also do that.” I defend myself and he rolls his eyes. “You’re going to bicker about me not doing the chores? You’re not my mom, y/n.” He chuckles but I could tell it was a condescending one.

“Yeah, I’m not your fucking mom Calum. I am your fiancée. Your fiancée that has planned the wedding alone for and is basically now your maid. You have ignored all the times I’ve told you that we had an appointment. I had to try cakes today alone and the look the chef gave me was sad.” I feel the annoyances boiling over. “Well, that’s just stuff I knew you could handle. There’s no point in me being there.” He shrugs it off and I laughed again.

I would have felt better if he had said that he forgot the appointments instead of choosing not to go.

“Calum, the point of you being there is to support this marriage. It’s supposed to be something we do together so it is blended for the big day.” I try to calm myself back down but he just shrugs once more. “It’s too late to worry now.” He blows it off and I had tears starting to surface.

“Calum, I don’t want to marry you if it’s going to be like this. I can cancel all of the things in a heartbeat, I’m not afraid to either. I don’t have to marry you if our lives are gonna stay in this ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude.” I spit and his eyes widen.

“What?” His voice cracks a little and I move my hand away when he tries to clasp ours. “I said that I don’t have to be with you. I’m independent, I don’t have to be a maid who plans a wedding and cooks/cleans at home.” I sass and he stumbled a step back.

It was true, I didn’t have to be with him. Of course, I loved him more than anything and it’d be devastating to not be with him, but mama didn’t raise no bitch.

“I-I didn’t know that you were to that point. You never mentioned that it hurt when I didn’t show up. I just thought that you liked to do it on your own or with your sister.” He mumbles and I hear a tiny sniffle. I had to look towards the ground to avoid seeing him cry, I knew it would have me on my knees begging for forgiveness of what I said.

“I told you multiple times that we had appointments at certain places, you chose to ignore that,” I say and he started to weep, I literally was squeezing my eyes and hands so tight so I wouldn’t run back into his arms.

“You are the love of my life and that’s why I proposed. I know I’ve been slacking and I am sorry that you have been doing this stuff without me. I don’t want to even think about not marrying you or not being with me. I’ve loved you for 3 years and I can’t just not be with you.” He grabs my tightened fist and I relax under his touch.

I didn’t know what to say to his little speech, but I knew in my heart that he was being honest. I look up and all I could see was the tears still flowing down his face.

“Calum, I love you with all my heart and soul. We’ve always had bumps in the road but I need a promise, I need to know that something is going to change. I can’t live as your maid, but I can live as your wife.” I explain and he was nodding so quick. “I promise, I promise on Duke's life and the longevity of 5sos.” He was getting closer. “That’s two big things to swear on.” I chuckle and he was pressed up against me.

“Well, I can’t lose you.” He says while pecking my lips continuously. I wrap my arms around his neck and he pulls me into a tight hug.

“What flavor cakes did you get?” He asks as he puts me down and I smile up to him. “Marble, cookie dough, and salted caramel,” I tell him and his eyes go wide. “You actually tried a caramel cake?” He asks and I nod. “It was nasty to me but I’m sure you’re gonna love it.” I laugh and he was grinning big.

“That’s how you know this is real, you tried something you hate but I like.” He pecks my lips again.

“I feel like there are more factors than just a caramel cake.”

[duskholland]

may i please request calum hood with #4: “i’d rather blow a chainsaw.”??? maybe cal’s like an athlete and reader’s a geeky student and cal likes to mess with her sometimes but it’s all in good fun and he asks her to tutor him and yeah!!!!

throwin’ it back to a high school au! thanks so much for the request :D

masterlist!

Calum Hood: star footballer, incredibly nice guy, and the best smooth-talker you’ve ever met.

With those rich tousled curls heaped on his head and those adorable brown eyes, Calum is the definition of ruggedly handsome. The fact that he has the sculpted body of a would-be professional athlete only makes your body ache more for him. Whenever you walk through the corridors, you always somehow manage to bump into him, and he always delights in teasing you.

You’re not really friends, you and Calum. Rather, he takes amusement in making you as flustered as possible. Every time he crosses your path, he does something exceptionally attractive; such as stretching his arms up high above his head and showing off his lower stomach, or meeting your eyes and shooting you a wink. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and it’s as if he thrives from making you a shivering, flushed mess.

You could stop it if you wanted, but the truth is, flirting with Calum gives you such a thrill, and it’s all in good fun. At least, most of it. Sometimes you’re left with your mind spinning.

Like today. You’re sat in English, and you get the sudden realisation that, huh, maybe you don’t just want to flirt around with Calum. Maybe you want to actually act on those feelings. Watching him fold a piece of paper into a thin aeroplane and then launch it at your desk has you sighing dreamily: he’s just really fucking cute. And sweet. And kind. And everything you’d want in a boyfriend.

How didn’t you see that before?

“Psst,” Calum murmurs, nodding down at the aeroplane. “Open it!”

You shake yourself from your daze and quickly unpeel the aeroplane before reading his scrawly handwriting.

Don’t understand this essay at all… Help pls? Library after school?

You roll your eyes but glance up and nod nonetheless. Maybe it’s a bad idea, to commit to something like this when your heart’s a mess. Maybe it’s not in your best interests.

But the large beam that Calum shoots you in response has you laughing lightly, and you decide that maybe it’ll be worth it. You hope so, at least.

–

Come 4pm, you’re huddled over a large desk with your school’s top athlete. Calum’s got his bushy eyebrows furrowed and he’s nodding along as if he’s trying to understand your explanation, but you can tell it isn’t quite landing. He’s got a glossy, dazed look in his eyes that makes you feel like his mind is elsewhere.

“Let’s take a break, yeah?” You murmur, sitting back. You glance around the library and find it almost empty.

“No complaints from me,” he responds, smiling widely. He takes a quick sip of water before looking to you, his warm brown eyes skating your face. He’s twirling a pen through his fingers now, and you can’t help but get momentarily distracted. “Hey, Y/N,” he speaks up, dreamy voice breaking your haze, “Do you want to come to this big house party tomorrow? It’s for the guys, but all our class is invited.”

“I’d rather suck a chainsaw,” you admit, causing him to laugh.

“I can think of several other things you could-”

“Shut up!” You squeal. Your giggles mix with his deep chuckles, and you share a nice smile.

“I’m being serious, though. About the party.” Calum’s laughter stills, and suddenly it’s just you and him, sitting in the library together. His voice drops. “I want to see you outside school, I think- I think we’d have a good time together.”

“Hmm,” you stall, trying to ignore the way your heart flips in your chest to see him watching you so intently. “Will you pick me up?”

Calum nods his head. “And drop you back,” he promises.

“Is it a date?”

His cheeks grow a deeper shade of red. “Do you want it to be a date?” He asks, using a tone that betrays nothing whatsoever.

You decide to bite the bullet. Weeks of teasing have led up to this moment, and you know you’d be stupid if you missed the opportunity to tell him that you want more than this tantalising banter you’ve been trading.

“Yeah,” you admit. “If you’re down for that, I think… I think it’d be nice to have a date.”

Much to your surprise, he reaches down and takes your hand. Ever so slowly, he brings it up towards his mouth, and in a movement so soft you barely register it, he presses the plump curves of his lips to the back of your palm.

“It’s a date, then,” he mumbles, squeezing your hand before letting it go. In his eyes, you see a sea of possibilities, and in your heart, you know that this is the start of something great.

[shittyfandomimagines]

Insecure-Plus Size C.H

Just a continuation not really a part two.

Word count/ 2,523

GIF creds to owner

“Night Cal. Love you.” I peak my head into his music room. He smiles at me and I feel myself shrinking into myself.

“Come in, I have to get my goodnight kiss.” He makes kissy faces and I finally step into the room. I situate my shorts so my thighs didn’t look as bad.

He pats his lap again and I shake my head, but he yanks my arm to pull me down to him. I try to get up but he makes sure his grip is tightened.

I kiss his lips quickly and try to stand again, but he didn’t even budge. I felt his eyes staring me down and I wanted to wrap myself in a blanket and hide. “Why are you staring at me like that?” I ask after I turn to see him all heart eyes.

“Because you’re beautiful.” He boldly tells me, my cheeks feel flushed and I turn my head to the opposite side. I nod as a thank you. “Good night Calum.” I mumble and finally escape his grip. I couldn’t stand to sit here and think about how he deserved better, it broke my heart.

I lay on our bed and search for my phone. I grab it and open up a message from Crystal. “Just bought that shirt, we are going on a date soon.” She adds kissy faces and I smile. “Sounds like a plan, love ya girly.” I text back and then open up my Instagram.

One update account tagged Cal and I in a picture where we were walking into the restaurant. I scrolled through the comments and liked the ones that complimented us. Then I saw the ones that said, “she looks rough. She should’ve picked a different shirt.” My heart dropped and I felt some tears sting my eyes.

I rub them off quickly because I hear Calum come out of the music room and towards our room. “Y/n’s my girlfriend, gonna be girlfriend till the very end.” He belts out and I find my myself laughing at his ‘remix.’ “Y/n’s my beautiful girlfriend, yeah she’s so beautiful.” And then my laughing stopped, I turn off my lamp to hide my contorted face.

“That’s it.” He jumps on me from wherever the fuck he came from. He starts planting kisses everywhere and I tried pushing him off. I couldn’t help but giggle because his hair was tickling me. He moves down to kiss my stomach and I cover his mouth to stop him.

“What’s wrong babygirl, you’ve been acting weird all day.” He props himself right beside me, still leaning in to kiss my face. “I just don’t feel good about myself today. I’m sorry.” I try to just blow it off but he scoffs.

“You have to be kidding me, you’re absolutely stunning to me. I know I can’t just make you feel less insecure but baby you’re so beautiful.” He pouts and I smile.

“I think you deserve someone like Crystal. She’s the one who is stunning.” I mutter so quietly that he had to lean in to catch the words I spoke. “I don’t want anyone like Crystal, I want you.” He whispered back and I roll my eyes.

“I’m fat Calum, I obviously don’t deserve a gorgeous rockstar like you.” I blurt out and I could see the hurt on his face.

He didn’t say anything and I felt my heart break a little.

He suddenly straddled my hips and turned on the lamp. He takes my hair out of its bun and I tried to swat his hands away.

“Your hair, god I love when it’s super curly and then there will be patches of straight hair. Then you style it and use that shampoo that I love, god it’s amazing.

Then there is your eyes, the way you look at me like I’ve hung the stars. I see those little gold specs and it makes my heart so full. The way you bat your eyelashes and raise your eyebrows up at me always makes me laugh. It’s so adorable. Your tiny, but cute ears look great when your hair is in a bun. Then, those silver earrings I gave you for our anniversary that you never change out, it makes me feel good to know you like them. Your daith piercings in both ears makes you look sexy.” He starts and he makes me roll my eyes.

He starts caressing my arms and I groan because of how much I hate them.

“I am in love with your arms, the way they wrap me up in a hug and make me feel good all over. We’re gonna skip the hands because you don’t want me to say anything about those.” He smirks and I lightly punch his chest. “C’mon Cal, it’s okay. You need to be up early for the studio.” I try to shove him back to his side.

“Your boobs are amazing, gives me something to lay on and do other things that I won’t mention. Then, your stomach is so adorable. I could care less about how many ‘fat rolls’ you have. I don’t give a fuck about that.” He kisses my stomach softly and then he moves down a little.

He slides his hand underneath me and grips my ass in his hands. “And your ass, oh wow. I could stare at you in those skinny jeans all fucking day.” He mumbles lowly and I cover my face because it was burning red.

He jumps off the bed and I whine, I missed his touch and his cute little kisses. He runs a finger down my thighs and calves. “Your thighs are absolutely amazing, the way you wrap them aro-“ I cut him off by throwing a pillow. I knew exactly where he was going. “The way you walk around with a baggy shirt and your thighs and calves look, I could take a picture and frame it.” He runs his hands up and down my thigh. I swear my head was gonna pop off soon.

He comes back to his spot beside me and I feel all warm inside. “You’re adorable Cal, I love you.” I grin at him and he nods slowly.

“I almost forgot my favorite place on your whole body.” I swear to god if this gets sexual I will push him off this bed.

He comes over to kiss me slowly, it didn’t feel rushed at all. He was kissing me as if it really meant something to him, I knew it meant something to me. He didn’t take it too far, but as soon as he pulled away he started kissing my cheek. “Your smile can make my whole day. I could come home and be pissed at the world, then I see you in the kitchen making us supper, your singing with that beautiful voice of yours and you dance around. The smile on your lips wraps me around your goddamn finger, it has a way of curing me.” He whispers by my ear and my heart pounds. “Let’s not forget the amazing way you kiss me and then you wr-“ He was about to get too in depth and I push his head away.

He grabs my hand that adorned the promise ring he gave me a year ago, “In all seriousness, I gave you this because I love you for you. I love your personality and wit. I love the way you love babies and the way they love you. The way you can make anyone laugh, or make everyone listen to an important issue we face in our society. The way you compliment my fans while I have to take pictures with them, even if they interrupt our dates; you never get mad at them unless they try to pounce on us. You hang out with my friends and come to the studio when you know I have lost inspiration. I fell in love with the way you call me to tell me about a dog you see. When you call me on tour to remind me of how much you love me. Or when we were just friends and you would watch sappy movies with me. You’re my babygirl, y/n.

I didn’t need to fall in love with your body, I fell in love with your soul.” He praises and kisses the finger that had the ring.

I didn’t even know most of this stuff and it made me burst into tears. This time, tears of joy. He makes my heart so full.

“I love you. There’s no way in the world I deserve you.” I reach up to hug him with all my might. “I don’t deserve you baby. You’re amazing.”