#clifford
‘tis the damn season - calum hood
summary - based off of the song “’tis the damn season” by taylor swift from the album evermore.
request - yes! thank you @nicebasscalum for this lovely request, this is one of my fav songs on evermore and sorry it took so long to get to you. i hope its kind of what you had in mind.
warnings - none
word count - ~2.3k
a/n- i’m so sorry for not posting as frequently, I’m trying to only write when I feel driven or passionate so I don’t make it not fun for myself. I’ve also been really busy with school but I hope you guys like this, I had a lot of fun writing it.
This town reminded you of your formative years, of careless summer nights and flying down back roads with the windows down. Of backyard fires and cheap alcohol. It reminded you of him. His deep brown eyes and the way his hand fit in yours. Of all that might’ve been.
The inside of the grocery store was warm in contrast to the brisk air in the parking lot. What had your mom said she needed? You tugged a crumpled post-it from your jacket pocket and read through the short list a few times over, committing it to memory, and then tucked it away again.
You walked through the familiar aisles, memories of sitting in the cart while your mom did her shopping flooded back to you. It even smelled the same as you remembered.
You hadn’t been home since last Christmas so one would expect some things might’ve changed, but home was always the same. The same people, the same stores, the same weather.
You met his eyes over the produce section while he shoveled apples into the little plastic baggy. You wanted to scold your hands for trembling and your heart for doubling in speed at just the sight of him. Of the green hoodie you’d seen a million times before and the black leather jacket that no matter how tattered it got, he’d never part with. You returned the soft smile he gave you and so he made his way over, his eyes never leaving yours. They were just as piercing as you remembered.
Always the same, not one dark curl out of place.
“Back home for a bit?” He rolled his cart up next to yours.
You nodded, swallowing hard. “My mom promised me homemade pie so I made the trip.” Maybe jokes would help diffuse the tension.
He smiled but didn’t laugh. “Her pumpkin pie is unmatched, I’ll admit.” You began to mull through the aisles together, stopping to grab things here and there. It felt oddly comfortable. Domestic. You pushed away the thought.
“I would tell her you said that, but her ego is too big as it is. She wants to make a recipe e-book.”
Calum shook his head like he was reminiscing on your past. Your mother had always loved Calum — you complained she did even more than you. “She has dreams, goals. That’s respectable,” he countered, fighting a smile like he wouldn’t give you the satisfaction.
“The woman makes one good pie and thinks she’s Rachael Ray.” This comment forced a small laugh out of Calum, breaking through his stoic facade. You could understand why he was guarded considering what had happened between you. It hurt you that you had hurt him.
“Hey, I’ve been hanging with Jenny, Kate and the boys and they’d all love to see you again. Maybe we should plan something while you’re home,” Calum offered. You ignored the fact that he included his ex girlfriend in that list.
You nodded softly, feigning excitement. “Yeah, that sounds great.”
He smiled. “Great.”
You knew how much it hurt Calum when you left. You and him were so alike and yet, so very different. You were driven and ambitious and high strung while Calum never forgot to stop and smell the roses and would give up anything and everything for the people he loved. You wished you could be like Calum. You wished you weren’t so ahead of yourself all the time.
You couldn’t remember the last time you smelled the roses.
Your need to get out, your itch to see bigger things, Calum didn’t understand it. He saw your little home town as the entire world. Because your little home town was you. And Calum’s world began and ended with you.
“I’m staying at my parents house,” you said.
Calum looked up and for a second you saw something in his eyes flicker. Like yearning.. or hope. “If you wanted to stop by. My moms itching to see what you think of her new apple pie recipe.”
Calum laughed and you admired the way his eyes crinkled at the corners, his smiles took over his entire face. It was a direct reflection of how Calum felt emotions, entirely and completely, all consuming.
“Tell her I’m there.”
You grabbed a box of cake mix and tossed it in your cart, completing the list. “Well, I better get going. I guess I’ll be seeing you soon.”
Calum nodded. “Yeah, soon.” He looked like he might say something else, but then changed his mind.
You waved goodbye and turned left, leaving Calum to head towards checkout.
Calum didn’t like watching you walk away. It brought back a kind of pain that wouldn’t dissolve completely. Because he couldn’t get himself to let go of you. He knew what he was signing up for if he got too close again, but he just wasn’t sure if he could help it.
On your way home, you tried to ignore the lingering strands of red and green lights and wreaths. Even well after Christmas, the decorations remained, making you feel nauseous instead of cheerful.
You passed Calum’s parents house, their white siding and deep red door looked the same as they did when you were kids.
You could almost smell the chalk and freshly cut grass and almost see the pink, blue, green and yellow drawings scattered down the driveway and sidewalk. You could almost picture Calum’s dimpled smile and your scraped up knees. They were simpler times.
The happier memories were quickly replaced when you moved your attention to the porch, covered in snow at this time of year.
The chirping of cicadas surrounded you as soon as you shoved open the screen door, storming down the driveway towards your beat up gray Camero.
“(Y/n) if you leave now, don’t bother coming back,” Calum shouted from the front stoop. You heard the crack in his voice, the emotion. You didn’t need to turn around to see it.
You stopped dead in your tracks, cringing at the rough scratch of your converse halting on the eroded pavement.
You turned your head slightly, but changed your mind. He didn’t understand. He would never understand. This town, this life, it would never be enough for you.
You couldn’t get yourself to think it, but he… he alone would never be enough to fill the emptiness, the want. You yearned for a life outside the town limits. You didn’t want to order takeout from the same Italian place on Grove Street, you didn’t want to be shut in for months of cold, wishing every day for summer, you didn’t want to live the rest of your life as a nobody. You had to get out. You had to make something of yourself. And Calum didn’t understand why his arms weren’t enough to keep you warm on those cold December nights. Or why his company didn’t make the same old Italian takeout taste like the best meal you’d ever had.
Calum wished he could fill the void in you, Calum selfishly wished you would stay. And you selfishly knew you couldn’t.
A truck was parked in the lot of the old school, the place you lost your first tooth and found your first love.
The truck reminded you of Calums, of the warm, sticky summer nights spent out living like every day was your last.
Screaming at the top of your lungs to dumb old pop punk music with all the windows down, muddy tires, fireflies and trips to the lake. You’d never been happier than you were in the passenger seat of that beat up old truck.
You couldn’t get his smile out of your mind, he was everywhere in this town. He was in the trees, smiling down at you with missing teeth and that same cheeky grin, he was at the diner sitting across from you sharing his fries after you said you weren’t hungry, he was on the sidewalks, falling off his skateboard but getting up every time and trying again, he was at the record shop, flipping through vinyls and sticking his tongue out at you from another aisle. He was everywhere and you couldn’t take it anymore.
Your tires screeched on the slushy pavement as you took a hard right, heading for Calum’s apartment complex. As you drove, you passed Calum’s college and admired the huge Soccer field he must love playing on. As you stared, you noticed a curly brunette kicking a ball alone, with only a shirt and sweatpants on, completely disregarding the frost covered ground and the freezing air.
You couldn’t help but smile at his persistence, that kid never looked out for himself and you always had to be there to do it for him. Until you weren’t, and he had to learn how to cope.
You pulled into the parking lot, throwing the car into park. Your hands shook with a great persistence but you swallowed down any doubt and slid out of the driver’s seat, making your way to him.
He saw you coming, his eyes flooding with confusion and then softening. He wanted to run to you, to pull you up into his arms and never let go. To listen to every dumb story and be a shoulder to cry on, to watch movies and make meals together, all the little things. But he stood rooted at his place in the field, unable to risk another heartbreak as severe as the last. That left him broken and unable to open his heart to anyone.
It’s why he hadn’t stayed with Jenny. She could tell his heart wasn’t really in it, that there was a (y/n) shaped space right in the middle of him that never healed.
Your teeth chattered as you met him in the field. His face now looked hesitant, his guard was up. You wanted to cry because the boy that once trusted you to hold his heart in your hands could barely even look you in the eyes.
“We could call it even,” you whispered. The quiet of the snow all around you and the pale sky was both eerie and perfectly calm. The two of you stood a few feet apart, afraid if you got any closer you wouldn’t be able to stop yourselves from falling back into each other, from preventing what you worked on forgetting for so long.
“What?” Calum’s eyebrows scrunched together and your hand flinched. You wanted to reach out and touch his face.
“We could sleep in half the day.” You blinked away the tears forming in your eyes. “Just for old times sake. I won’t ask you to wait if you don’t ask me to stay.” The words came out shaky and unsure.
Calum stepped forward, hands reaching out to grab your arms. “(Y/n)…” His voice was gentle. He was in pain. You stepped back out of his reach.
“Then I’ll go back to LA and the so-called friends who’ll write books about me if I ever make it.” The tears were falling freely now. “And wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles I’m faking.”
Calum’s eyes were glossed over as he watched you with such intense longing. “(Y/n), please.”
“We could call it even. Even though I’m leaving.” The cold air was stinging your cheeks and all you wanted was to be wrapped up in his arms but he had to understand. That this couldn’t be forever. That you would be gone come Monday morning. He couldn’t count on you and he had to understand. “And I’ll be yours for the weekend.”
He tore his eyes away from you, staring at the snow around his feet, contemplating, thinking.
His jaw clenched tightly as he thought. When he looked up at you, there was an unmistakable glimmer. Of that boy who wore his heart on his sleeve. “Okay. We can call it even.” The smile that followed was one full of pain but you could tell that he wouldn’t fight you on this. He knew he’d never understand but he also knew that any extra moment he got to spend by your side would be worth it.
He stepped towards you and this time, you let him.
His cold hand grazed your cheek but somehow, it was the warmest thing you’d ever felt. “Can I kiss you?”
His deep brown eyes shone with nothing but pure affection. You nodded softly, leaning into his touch.
His forehead fell down to rest gently upon yours and suddenly, nothing around you mattered. Not the honks from down the street or the kids sledding on the opposite side of the park.
Only Calum.
His free hand rose up to wrap around your waist and you’d never felt more safe. In his arms, nothing could touch you. His fingertips dug into your side like he was afraid you might slip away but you stood rooted, no matter how shaky he made your knees.
He leaned in slowly, his nose brushing ever so softly against yours. His lips hovered above yours and you felt the warmth of his minty breath. Your hand ran up his neck into his hair, scratching softly, and his grip tightened around your waist.
With one more look at your rosy cheeks, Calum swept down and pressed his lips against yours and it felt like the very first time. The tugging in his chest exploded. You clung to him for support, fearing if you let go, you would collapse into the snow.
His lips were soft and molded perfectly with yours. You moved in sync almost like you had never left.
When Calum forced himself to pull away, he saw your clear eyes meet his and was convinced it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.
And as you and Calum walked back to your car, laughing like you hadn’t spent a single day apart, you thought the road not taken looked really good now.
That this unrealistic standard you had set for your life of luxury and fame wasn’t actually what you had been looking for to fill that void in your heart.
That maybe, it was right in front of you all along.
happy smiley bub ツ
Michael’s Instagram Story | 3/30/2021
A/N: Based on Favourite ex by Maisie Peters
Pairing: Y/N & Michael Clifford
Word Count: 663
Warning(s): cursing?
Your relationship with Michael was like a fairy tale at first. After the first month, you started arguing more and more, those turned into fights but you guys always made up before going to bed that same night. And you couldn’t care less because, in the end, he was still yours. No matter what you told yourself you craved him, you were addicted to him and the attention that he gave you, he was your gold rush. Sadly the fairy tale didn’t get a happy ending. The main reason why you fell out happened a few months ago.
You were both invited to a Halloween bash by some of Michael’s famous friends. You had decided to dress up as Kíli and Tauriel from the Hobbit franchise and it wasn’t hard to miss him in a house full of people because of the way you had decided to dress. Somehow during the night, you lost each other, it could have been the booze, it could also have been the fact that a whole lot more people showed up to this party even though they weren’t invited. So you decided to go on the quest and find your boyfriend.
It took you 6 minutes before you found Calum and he wasn’t looking too happy.
“Okay look don’t get mad but I just saw Michael kissing another girl. I just thought I’d let you know, not because I had like a tiny crush on you bu-” you hadn’t allowed him to finish the sentence because you had planted your lips on his. You quickly pulled away.
“Oh my gosh, Calum I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have. Oh my God, I hate myself. Sorry sorry sorry.” You quickly ran to the front door, not caring that you had left Michael behind. You just needed fresh air and you needed it now.
You sat on the steps to the front door, crying your eyes out. You were broken over the fact that Michael kissed someone else, it felt as if your whole world had just fallen apart. And worst of all you did the same to him.
That night you decided to go home alone and address it in the morning when you both wouldn’t be intoxicated with alcohol anymore. The next morning came but Michael’s side of the bed was empty and cold. You immediately got worried, what if something happened to him last night? What if he was so drunk that he couldn’t get home? You decided to text Ashton, you wanted to text Calum first but the flashback from last night stopped your brain from typing his number, and seeing that Ashton was more the dad of the group you had faith that he’d know what was up.
Ashton, however, told you that he didn’t know where Michael was and that he hadn’t seen him leave the party either, so he could still be at the party house. You decided to text Michael again and leave him a Voicemail. The text went to read almost the second that you send it, he was ghosting you.
Michael came home later that day. Not speaking to you. However, he didn’t go straight to the bedroom to pack his things. He grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down at the dining table, right across from where you sat with a cup of tea.
“I think we should break up. I know what I did was wrong and I know you did the same thing. But I don’t feel like we can fix this. At least, I know I can’t fix this. We haven’t been us for a while now.”
“Yeah, I agree.” Is all you said and with that, he became the cold touch. You haven’t seen or spoken to him ever since, but you could honestly say that he was your favourite ex, all of the others cancel out each other and it’s always him left. Because he was your no sleep, cried for weeks, favourite ex.
A/N: Kinda based on the ABBA song (I adore them) and also the new Mamma Mia film!
Pairing: Y/N & Luke Hemmings
Word Count: 758
Warning(s): none? I guess
When you were forced to go on a holiday with your parents, you were kind of bummed out. But when you actually arrived in France, you were blown away by the beauty of nature. The lakes nearby were even bluer than the sky. The mountains looked beautiful in dusk and dawn.
You love to run so every morning before anyone at the camp side was awake you would go for a morning run when the temperature was still bearable.
You ran up the mountain when it suddenly became dark. Dark clouds had formed above the mountain and it didn’t take long before it started the rain heavily. You run further and try to find shelter. Suddenly a car came out of nowhere and stopped right before your feet. A young man stepped out and screamed at you through the rain.
“Do you need a ride?!” You didn’t hesitate and before you knew it you were in his car.
“Hi, I’m Luke”, he said and tries to shake your hand while still keeping one hand on the steering wheel.
“Hello, I’m Y/N”, you say and shake his hand.
“So are you staying on the camp side near Le Grand Lac?”
“I am actually. Are you?” you ask him. You can recognize a soft Australian accent, so you made the conclusion that he, also, wasn’t from around here.
“No, I rented a cabin in the mountains. I’m not much of a camper”, he laughs at his own answer.
“Yeah, me neither. My parents forced me to go on this holiday with them”, you sigh.
“How old are you?” He suddenly asks and glances over to you quickly before looking back to the road.
“I am twenty, almost twenty-one. You?”
“Twenty-two myself”, he says smiling. You want to get to know him and are about to ask a question when he suddenly stops the car. “This is my place. Uhm, I guess you can stay here until the rain stop. I can drop you off then if you want.” You nod silently and turn to look at him, you hadn’t noticed how hot Luke actually was. A comfortable silence fell over you two as you sat in the car. The rain ticking on the roof and the windows.
You look at him, really look at him, and notice how blue his eyes are, how curly and wet his dirty blonde hair is, how pink his lips are, and how the white shirt he is wearing makes him look even more tan than he already was.
He in his turn looked back at you. Flicking his eyes between your eyes and lips. You both hadn’t noticed but you started to lean more and more towards each other. When suddenly your lips touched, it felt so perfect.
The next few days you had spent with Luke, you had informed your parents of course. To be honest, you were kind of surprised to hear that they actually didn’t mind.
After almost a week of being together and sharing everything with each other, Luke told you something you would never forget.
“I am engaged.” These three words where not the three words you had been waiting for. And you ran all the way back to the campsite, to your parents. Only to fall into your mother’s arms and cry. You cried for three days and then you decided to move on.
Luke came looking for you on day four.
“Can we talk?” he asked and sat down on the grass, you sat down a little further from him.
“About what? How we have shared everything together and how you ruined it?” You could feel the tears coming back, but you tried to keep them in. “I only have three questions for you. How long have we been together?”
“A week”, he answered.
“How long did you wait before telling me you were engaged to someone else?” You could hear your own voice quivering.
“A week”, he answered again.
“And do you honestly expect me to forgive you?” you say and want to get up.
“Look Y/N, I can break off the engagement.”
“Honestly Luke, I think you should go. There is nothing we can do. We just have to face it this time, we’re through. Breaking up is never easy I know, but you have to go. It’s the best we can do.” And with that, you leave him alone and head back to the campsite. You don’t dare to turn back around.
This is where the story ends, this is goodbye.
BRUH-