Insecure || Calum Hood

^^ the first sentence of this request. love u so much, anon lol

Summary: Calum goes off to buy some milk and bumps into a few fans. One of them raise his insecurity in your relationship and he attempts to break things off with you. But you refuse to let that happen.

ladies and gentlemen, this blog is currently being run by Calum fucking Hood. and honestly? im totally okay with it. 

I M A G I N E 

“Shit, Y/N!” Calum called out to you from the kitchen. The two of you were in your apartment as today was Calums day off in the tour. While you were watching TV, he was rummaging through your fridge for good. “There’s no more milk!” 

“Then go buy some more, babe,” you told him with a smile. Calum grins, nodding before grabbing his pair of the house keys and his phone. “Can you get me a chocolate bar while you’re at it? I really want some chocolate right now.” You asked, giving him your infamous puppy eyes. 

“So long as you give me a kiss, I will,” Calum muses cutely. You gesture him over, watching as he adorably skips to you and lowers his head to plant a kiss on your lips. He then escaped from the apartment and darted to the market. He wore his shades in semi-hope that no fans mob him again. God knows he can’t handle that again. But, as he went to the dairy section and picked up a gallon of milk, 5 fans slowly approached him. 

“C-Calum Hood?!” A fan said in a quiet, but urgent voice. Calum turned over and smiled, removing his glasses to show off his beautiful, chocolate eyes. The girls squealed, requesting pictures one by one. Once they all did, they all started a small conversation. And honestly, Calum loved that. He loved talking to his fans rather than just take a picture. 

“How’s Y/N, Calum?” Asked one fan with blue hair. Calum felt elated, as he always loved talking about you. You were his favorite person, his life, his world. There was an adoration for you that nobody has ever earned from him.

“She’s gorgeous, as always,” Calum said first, a picture of you appearing in his mind. “But she’s doing well, thanks for asking. In fact, thinking about her now, I have to go get a chocolate bar for her.” The rest of the girls giggle while the girl with blue hair just looked wistfully. The girls began asking about Luke and Michael and Ashton, as Calum answered them. They would squeal and cheer, hearing about their favorite members and how they’re doing.

“We’ve got to go! It’s was so great meeting you, Cal!” A brunette started, as she began waving and walking away with the 3 other girls. But the blue one remained. So, as Calum was a nice guy, he kept chatting with her.

“Calum, do you ever think about Y/N while you’re on tour?” the blue-haired girl, which Calum learned her name is Laura, asked. 

“Of course I do! She’s my girlfriend!” Calum exclaimed. Although not wanting to be rude, it was a stupid question. Why wouldn’t he think about the girl he loves each and every day.

“No, I mean, in regards of the relationship,” Laura elaborates. 

“What do you mean?” Calum asked, completely confused at the question.

“She must be alone at home every day while you’re off living your dream with millions of girls rooting for you,” Laura said, giving Calum a sympathetic look. “Don’t you ever think that maybe she’s tired of waiting?”

“Waiting?” Calum asked. 

“Waiting for you to settle at some point and see you every day and cherish every single one of them with you,” Laura said softly as she picked up a few apples that were on a stand in the market. “I mean, Y/N not only has to put her fair share in keeping contact with you, but she also has to keep up with millions of girls who want you and despise her.”

“But Y/N is willing to wait, she said so herself!” Calum tries to argue. But there was a spec of uncertainty in his voice. This fans words was making Calum doubt you, making him paranoid that he might not be the one for you. But he couldn’t stand another guy being by your side. 

“No offense, Calum, but maybe you just aren’t good enough,” Laura says, making Calums heart slightly break. He wasn’t… good enough? What does that consist of then? Is it that he’s not making her happy? “The two of you seem very happy now, and that’s awesome. But just think about her future happiness, okay?”

“I… sure,” Calum mumbled. He hugged the fan before they went their separate aisles. Calum couldn’t help but think how right that fan was. He was keeping you from living and opportunities like better guys. Guys that can actually be around more often than he can. Purchasing the items, he was practically trotting his way home. His feet felt heavy as well as his heart from emotion. He didn’t want to let you go at all. A few moments later, Calum entered with woe as you practically shot up from the couch to greet him.

“Hey Cal, welcome back!” You rushed over to him, wanting to give him a peck on the lips. But Calum merely bothered moving down to let you, having you get on your toes in order to kiss him. You frowned afterwards but ignored it. “How was your trip to the supermarket?” Calum shrugged as he walked into the kitchen to put the milk in the refrigerator.

“I got your chocolate, Y/N,” Calum mumbled, holding a chocolate bar to you without even meeting your eyes. But you looked closely into his, seeing how they were becoming shiny. He was about to cry. 

“Calum, what happened?” You asked with worry. You tried to grab his hands but he backed off. 

“Y/N, I… would you be happier if you stopped waiting for me?” Calum spilled, still looking away from you. Not waiting for Calum? But that was the entire plan. To wait for Calum’s career to simmer down and finally settle with the bass-playing boy you adored so much. 

“What do you mean if I ‘stopped waiting’ for you?” You asked, waiting for the tears collecting in his eyes to drop. But Calum uses all his might to keep them in. He was always one to keep in his emotions, mentally and physically.

“I think it’d be better if we broke up,” Calum blurted out, his gaze falling from the wall to the floor. “It would be better for you if you found a guy who could… settle down and be there for you 24/7 when you need him. R-rather than a guy who’s on tour while you stay home, alone, trying so hard to keep up with him…” Calum drifted off, his tears finally escaping as droplets splash onto the hard ground. “I’m not good enough for you, Y/N… I’m just not… that’s what a fan told me…” Instead of exploding into a huge rant, you went up to him and grabbed his wrists quickly before he can even run away. You looked up at his hung down head, smiling up at his sad face. 

“Hey, you,” you whispered with a small smile, seeing Calums face finally focus on you. “I wouldn’t have gotten with you if I didn’t want to, or was willing to, wait for you. But I got with you, knowing these facts, because I love you and I learned over the time knowing you that it really is worth it. It’s so fucking worth the wait, Calum. I’m always going to keep up with you because I adore you and love everything about you. I don’t care about the fans hating me because I just want to be with you and be one of the causes of your happiness.” You paused, looking at Calums face lightening up with puffy eyes and a tear-drenched face. You get on your toes and lean up to kiss off a tear that was rolling down his cheek and nearly falling to the floor. “So I’m going to be with you and wait, okay?”

“Y-Y/N…” Calum whispered, looking into your eyes as he finally leaned down to kiss your lips. It was passionate and heated, full of love and desire and commitment. “I love you so fucking much, I’m sorry for even trying to break up with you. I don’t ever want to lose you.” 

“Ditto,” you said, giving Calum a quick smile before opening the chocolate bar. “C’mon, let’s eat this and cuddle.” With Calum nodding vigorously, he followed you to the couch to nuzzle together and eat the chocolate bar that Calum bought. “Oh my gosh, Calum.”

“What?” Calum asked softly, looking down at the now bitten chocolate bar. 

“I should’ve asked you to get ice cream, too,” you pout as Calum laughs at you. He grabs the chocolate bar and takes a huge bite, making you wail in jealousy as Calum was amused. 

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anonymous asked:

okay im currently working on a klance fic (20k in) but I'm like.....what if nobody likes it when i put it up bc everybody likes dirty laundry more yknow? it's intimidating sos pls

Anon, have you ever heard of the ‘cake metaphor?’ Basically:

There are two bakers, each making a cake. One finishes before the other, and they produce this beautiful three-tiered cake that has fondue up the ass and has fuck idk… *spins a wheel* sparklers on the top that are a beautiful fire hazard. It’s Glorious. It also tastes amazing. Baker #1 proudly deposits their cake onto the tasting table and walks away, ready to call it a night.

Baker #2 arrives on the scene, cake in hand. They see the first cake on the table and freeze in horror. They look between the first cake and their own cake, heart sinking. Their cake is not a three-tiered giant, but instead a two layered cake. They don’t have any fondue, but they have painstakingly frosted multiple tiny little flowers and other little designs on their cake. They don’t have any sparklers, which is honestly for the best because indoor sparklers are just a deathwish. 

The second baker gently places their cake on the table and walks away, worry eating at their gut. What if no one eats their cake? What if people see the first cake, and laugh at the second cake? What if no one even notices their cake?

What the second baker does not see is the audience that has lined up to taste the cakes. People try the first cake; “Wow!” They exclaim as they eat their slice. “I’m going to tell all my friends about this fucktastic cake! This is amazing!!” Word gets around, and other people arrive to try the first cake. There’s a long line of people all eating this cake, which miraculously doesn’t run out because this is an extended metaphor and therefore exists outside the bounds of reality.

Eventually though, people decide they’ve had enough of the first cake. It’s not that it became any less delicious; rather, they’ve eaten multiple slices, and they are ready to try something new. What are they going to eat next?

The audience spies the second cake, which rests on the table a foot away. “Holy shit!!” The audience cries. “Two cakes!! Slap my ass and call me a healthy baby!” And they descend on the cake. “Oh wow,” people exclaim to each other, “the flavor of this cake is so much different!! Look at how much detail the baker put into these flowers, I love this part! This cake makes me feel so many things!”

Some people decide that the first cake is more their thing, others decide that they’re willing to die for the second cake. Many people go between both cakes, because what the fuck why not? Free cake!

The end.

TLDR: People will always be hungry (LOL) for new content. People will always be on the lookout for new content. I can’t promise that your fic will be the Next Big Thing, but it will be something. People will notice your work; people will care. Even if you reuse the same au/text post inspired/prompt as someone else, your fic will still be your own, with its own unique writing and taste. 

No two cakes are the same. 

My cousin was talking to me today and he said he was afraid for me.
When I asked why he said that he fears Trump will win this election, and he knew war would be inevitable.
That a majority of our family is still in the military, and will be fighting for what they won’t believe.
That I, as a non-binary dfab very open about my relationship, would be in danger. That most of my friends would be in danger.
My cousin isn’t even in highschool yet and he sees the world as a place where I am not safe and war is around every corner and Trump can’t be defeated.
I haven’t prayed in years, but I’m praying he is wrong.

tiny update

okay so i dont know if u guys have noticed, but ive been trying to stray a bit from this blog being pure snowbaz and instead more general bookish adventures! and just to make sure we’re on the same page; i will keep posting carry on etc. and i will keep the url (because its ~.:s i c k:.~) but there will also be some more tmi and whatever im currently reading ! okay end transmission see ya nerds

Whats your Emergency?

911: Whats your emeregency? Me: I need toilet paper 911: Thats not really the kind of emergency you call the cops for. Me: Yeah I know but I need toilet paper. Im currently being abused by the toilet and my ass really hurts. 911: Okay im hanging up now. Me: No wait!! 911: call dissconnected~ Lawl what have I done with my life

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damncaptains replied to your post “okay so im currently watching puncture cause chris… anyway this girl…”

havent seen puncture (yet) but i know what you’re talking about… my friend and i tried to watch not another teenage movie for the giggles ������ i believe puncture was actually one of his better pre-marvel movies??

see i totally believe that is, i mean i like it??? but it has like 50% on like the major movie rating sites… BUT CHRIS LOOKS SO GOOD???? so like how can i complain. also ive never actually watched not another teenage movie, i feel like thats a movie i gonna watch one night when im drunk or with friends that dont like /actual/ movies.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯