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I’m Always Gonna Want You Back - Calum Hood

Anonymous: I was thinking of Want you back and the currently bassist in that band? whats the name? oh yes, 5 seconds of summer, please and thank you!

A/N: tried my best! Hope you like it! :D 

Wordcount: 1107

Calum’s POV

Seventy-four days. That’s how long it’s been since Y/N and I broke up. I blame my job for that as in the last half year, me and the band have been working non-stop. Tour here, tour there, tour everywhere. Interviews left, right and centre. And all because of our new album we needed to promote. Don’t get me wrong, I love my job. I love touring and making music and seeing the world, meeting new people from everywhere. But there have been plenty of disadvantages to the job too. Like the jetlag, the lack of privacy, the missing home. When Y/N and I met, everything was cool. The band was on a hiatus at the time, writing songs here and there, trying to find our new sound. But we mostly stayed in Los Angeles. We met during that time, thanks to Sierra. They’ve been friends for a while, so Sierra introduced her to me as she thought I’d like her. And I did. I fell head over heels in love with her. I don’t even think I would want anyone but her. I could never fall in love with anyone else after her.

The last months of our relationship have been pretty hectic. We were separated most of the time as I was on tour and she was busy doing her job. The times we did get to spend together were either really awkward or we fought constantly. The fatal fight was over something stupid and I regret saying stuff. I’d come home earlier from tour than I said I would be, so Y/N didn’t expect me to be home that night. When she came downstairs in tight, pleather trousers and a sheer top, embroidered with roses, I knew she was going out with her friends. I had sighed a little too loudly. “What, Calum?” she had asked annoyed as she put on her heels. “I just got home, I want to cuddle and spend time with my girl,” I’d told her, giving her a pout. I didn’t even think this would turn into a fight until she started yelling at me. “Well, yeah, if someone wouldn’t have come home earlier, we would’ve been able to do that. But I want to go out with my girl friends and have a good time. We’ve had this planned for a week, I’m not going to cancel it just because you decided to come home earlier,” she had yelled, louder than I’ve ever hear her yell. To say I was scared is an understatement. “Well, I’m sorry, Princess, I thought you would’ve liked the surprise!” I yell back, walking towards her. The ‘princess’ wasn’t even meant to be endearing, it sounded kind of passive-aggressive. “Well, I clearly don’t! You think it’s okay to just kind of mess up my whole plan? You’ll never change, will you?” she shouted, coming closer to me too. I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. I was scared to say the wrong thing and hurt her feelings. I don’t trust my brain anymore. I haven’t done in a long time.  We stared at each other for a while, panting a little from all the yelling. Her y/e/c eyes were darker than usual and lacked the happy sparkle they used to have. The sparkle I fell in love with. The girl in front of me suddenly didn’t look like the girl I fell in love with over a year ago. “Calum…” she then started, a lot calmer. Her muscles relaxed, and her expression softened. “I don’t think this is ever going to work. With you being away constantly and us both being busy and stuff… I just don’t think I can handle it anymore. It’s exhausting waiting for you to call when you’re awake or when you’re not on stage. It’s exhausting reading all that stuff about you while you’re on the other side of the world. It’s exhausting getting those fans on my back because we’re together and they don’t like that. I just don’t think I can do this anymore, I don’t think it’s going to work,” she told me calmly. I think I can actually feel my heart break in a thousand pieces right then and there. As if she ripped my heart out with just those words. I don’t think I could ever be the same.

And I wasn’t. Even months after our breakup, I’m still thinking about her. Every morning I wake up, I still reach my hand out to feel her. Only to have my hand plop down on the empty mattress. I still remember every freckle on her face and her back, the ones she hated so much. I can’t get the roses on her shirt out of my head when she walked out on me. When she let go of us. “Are you okay, buddy?” Ash asks me when we’re sat in the dressing room before the show. I look up at him, only to see the worry in his eyes. “Yeah, I’m okay,” I lie, giving him a smile, hoping it’s convincing enough. “You have to get over her, man. This isn’t healthy. It’s been what? Almost three months?” I take a deep breath when he says that. I know it’s been almost three months, and I know I have to get over her, but I don’t think I can. Y/N has made me see so many things. She made me see how an amazing bassist I actually am and how things don’t always have to be bad. You could just turn something bad around with the smallest things. She made me feel less insecure about myself and encouraged me to do stuff I normally would never do. “I am over her,” I tell him, hoping he’d believe me. He gives me a look, but then just shuts up about it. I think he just doesn’t want to annoy me with his stupid questions about Y/N and how I haven’t moved on from her yet. It’s just, no matter where I go or what I do, I keep thinking about her. I took a couple girls home from a bar a couple times, but they never helped into forgetting her. I know she’s gone, but I can’t stop trying to figure out where I went wrong. Maybe I didn’t call her enough while I was on tour. Maybe I should’ve called her when I came home earlier so she didn’t set those plans with her girlfriends. I could’ve done a lot of things, but I didn’t. All I can do now is still dream of her, and think about how badly I want her back.

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Burnt too bright - Calum Hood

Anonymous asked: hey hello! I was wondering if you could do a imagine with Babylon and the bassist in 5 seconds of summer! I would appreciate that xx

A/N: this is kinda shit, I’m sorry. 

You and Calum have been dating for over a year now. The two of you met during their hiatus when Calum was walking his dog, Duke. You, being extremely obsessed with puppies, fell head over heels in love with this furry, fluffy pupper. Once you realized a cutie was holding onto its leash, you fell head over heels in love with him too. It started out as a friendship; talking about dogs and letting your dog have cute playdates with Duke in the park. That’s until Calum asked you out on a date, and of course you had to say yes. Ever since that day, you and Calum have been inseparable. You even moved in with him in his apartment in LA after three months of dating, taking your dog along with you of course. 

Your relationship was filled with fire and passion. Pretty much everyone was jealous of your relationship with Calum. With every day spend together, you fell more and more in love with each other, increasing the fire and the passion more and more each day. There was not a day you didn’t spend together. You went with them on tour, went on holidays with them. Everything he did, you did too. People started to wonder how long it was going to last until that fire would be gone. The answer to that would be six months. 

It took six months before everything started to crumble down and the passion started to fade. You went from having sex three times a day, every day, to having sex once a day, to having sex twice a week. He didn’t touch you in public like he used to, not even an arm around your shoulder. You walked a foot away from him whenever you were somewhere, not even holding hands anymore. You went to bed, fighting, but woke up having somehow forgiven each other. You couldn’t just let go of him. He’s been yours for half a year and you were still in love with him. At least you thought you were. Even without the passion and the fire, you still loved him. There was a part of you that still did. On a cold day in June, you two were sat on the sofa in your shared apartment. Neither of you was saying anything, neither were you cuddled up to him. You each sat on the other side of the couch, not even making eye contact. It felt weird and there was a tension hung over the both of you. Almost a threatening tension that could break the two of you up. The house wasn’t a safe haven anymore, it wasn’t like your own Babylon anymore. Babylon had fallen. And you both knew it, you just couldn’t let it go. You couldn’t let each other go. “I’m tired of this,” he then mumbled, making you look up to him. “Tired of what?” you asked, confused as to what he was talking about. You did know what he was talking about, you just didn’t want to admit that him or yourself. “Tired of us.” Your eyebrows drew together as he said that. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “It means we’re burnt out, Y/N. There’s nothing between us anymore, no passion, no love, nothing. There’s literally nothing here besides extreme tension. It’s almost like we’re too scared to say anything to each other because we’re scared to let the bomb explode and have everything crumbling down in front of us,” he explained a little aggressively. “What? No, we’re not, Calum! There’s plenty of love to go around here!” you yelled at him as you turned to face him completely. “There isn’t, Y/N. Can you really not feel it or see it? We’ve lost the plot! There’s literally nothing left here,” he replied angrily. You huffed, rolling your eyes at him. There’s no way you were going to tell him he was right. You were too scared to lose him. You weren’t ready to let go yet. “We have to let go at some point, Y/N. The fire’s gone, everything has fallen down. We burnt a little too bright,” he’d calmed down a little, his voice a little softer than before. “No, Calum! We don’t have to let go! There’s nothing wrong between us!” you yelled at him, your blood boiling inside. You couldn’t believe Calum would want to let go that easily. If you ignored the problem, maybe it would go away. Maybe you’ll be fine in the morning. “I can see it on your face, Y/N. You’re thinking the exact same thing! I know you’re scared of letting go, but we have to at some point!” he said loudly and aggressively. You shake your head, still denying the fact that your fire has been burnt out. With just that, the screaming match began. You shouted at him, he shouted back. Both of you using equally vicious words. In the end, you agreed with him that the both of you had been burning too bright, you went too fast and had too much passion that has faded away by now. It’s almost a little like Icarus. He didn’t know when to stop either, he flew higher and higher and higher until his wings were burnt by the sun. That’s how your relationship came to an end too. You went higher and higher and higher until your love burnt out and everything just fell apart. Your fire was gone, everything had crumbled and fell apart. There was nothing left for your relationship. All you could do was let go. Knowing when to, was probably the hardest part in your relationship. But there was no point in trying to hold on. Babylon hath fallen. 

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The Don’t-Take-Dates-Home-After-The-First-Date-Policy - Calum Hood | Foreigner!Reader Series

anonymous said: Yo foreigner au is a good idea!!! I’m from seychelles and nobody has gosh damn heard of us so yeah Seychellois reader with Calum ma boi

A/N: I have heard of the Seychelles (I have to, being a tourism student). I’m gonna try and do this, hope you like it! :) xx

Pairing: Calum Hood x Seychellois!Reader

Warnings: none

Words: 809

Summary: When you are on your first date with Calum, he asks you about your country and wants to know everything from the languages you speak, to the weather and the people. He wants to know everything. 

“I’ve never actually been to the Seychelles,” Calum starts the conversation as the both of you sit down in a booth at the diner he’d picked out for the two of you. You are currently on your first ever date with Calum Hood. You met him the other night at a party of one of your college friends. You came to LA as an Erasmus student to study Law here instead of at home in the Seychelles. You never intended on going on dates as you just wanted to focus on your studies, but when Calum asked you out on a date, you just couldn’t say no to him. Not to those gorgeous deep brown eyes and the beautiful smile. It just seemed merely impossible.  “It’s not really that popular for tourists,” you tell him with a smile as you look over your menu. You order something to eat and drink before resuming your conversation. “It’s sad because it’s a wonderful country,” you explain, your mind wandering off to the beautiful beaches, the wonderful weather and your family. You did miss them a lot.  “What language do they speak? African?” he asks, wondering out loud.  “No, our official languages are English and French, some speak Seychelles Creole or Seselwa,” you explain to him, surprised he wants to know so much, “But I was never taught any Creole or Seselwa. I really want to though,” you say with a smile. Your grandmother speaks fluently Seselwa and you’ve always admired it, but your mom and dad kept that from you. Besides the easy words like ‘yes’ and ‘no’. But other than that, you were just taught French and English. Calum nods his head while thinking of another question.  “What about the weather? Is it warm there all year round?” you nod your head.  “Yeah, it’s around 29 degrees Celsius all year ‘round. Never goes beneath 24, never above 34. So, it’s pretty nice,” you explain, remembering those lessons you got in school about the weather. You had to study it by heart for a test back then and still somehow remembered this.  “That’s so nice!” Calum exclaims, “Tell me more, tell me more!” he almost sounds like either a Grease song or a child wanting to hear more about Santa Claus. You laugh a little before telling the boy more about where you come from. You talk about this Erasmus adventure and how you got here. And he really listens. He listens so intently, you’re scared he might actually hear your heart nearly beating out of your chest. It’s like he wants to know your soul, your heart, your everything. It feels like such a fresh breath of air to get to know someone like this and to find someone who is as interested in you as you are in him.  “You really should take me with you when you go back home,” he tells you at the end of your date as he pays the bill. You had insisted on splitting, but he ignored it and just paid it for you.  “Take me on six more dates and I might,” you say, a sly smirk on your face. You really do want him to take you on more days. This was so refreshing and so much fun. You got to know him and Australia a lot more. He even talked a little about his darkest days a couple of years ago when he was really burnt out from all the traveling and the pressure from the public eye.  “Ah, you’ve got a don’t-take-dates-home-after-the-first-date-policy?” he asks as he puts his wallet in his pocket again. The two of you get up from the booth and walk outside.  “Not if my home is more than sixteen-thousand kilometers away from here,” you reply wittily. Calum laughs a little as he leads you towards his car. You’d agreed on going back to his place to hang out for a while. You felt confident and relaxed around Calum. Enough for him to take you home.  “Oh, yeah, makes sense,” he says with an amused smile on his face. He opens the passenger’s door for you and shuts it once all of your limbs are inside. He jogs to the other side and gets in behind the wheel.  “You really did make me curious about the Seychelles, Y/N. I really want to go there now,” he says while starting the car.  “I will take you someday, I promise,” you tell him. The smile on your face stays for hours on end. You like Calum. You like the vibe he gives off and the happiness he radiates. You like his humor and his sentiment. You like how much he cares about family and even about you after knowing one another for like a day. You really are hoping to take him to your home country one day. 

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Don’t Take It Personal Pt.2 - Calum Hood

@rexorangecouny asked for a part two of this, so here ya go, babes! :) Hope ya like! xx

Pairing: Calum x Reader

Warnings: none

Words: 961

Summary: Calum and Y/N have been spending a lot of time together, becoming closer. One day, Jake comes along for a coffee and it causes Calum to explode. 

Y/N’s POV

Calum and I had spend a lot of time together after that one night at the club when he tried hitting on me, and then told me he’d be a better fit for me than my current boyfriend. His words haunted me since that night, and I didn’t know why. Maybe because I’m starting to think he might be right. Maybe because I know deep down he is right.  We had been hanging out a lot while he was on his break. We’d either spend time at his house or went out for coffee or even spent a day at the beach once. He’d point out some pretty girls and we’d say some things we liked about her without him being disgusted that I, a woman, was checking out other women with him. He then proceeded to tell me he thought calling out women, whistling at them, or whatever was so disgusting and disrespectful. I got myself a lgbtq+ suporter and feminist and rational thinker here.  “Is it okay if Jake hangs out with us today?” I ask him over the phone as I’m getting ready to head to Calum’s house again.  “Does he have to?” Calum questions, clearly annoyed that I would bring my dickhead boyfriend.  “Yes, Cal. He’s still my boyfriend and he has the day off today. I want to spend time with you and him today,” I explains, chuckling a little while I try to put on my shoes.  “Sure, yeah,” he replies, even though I know he doesn’t want to. “But we’re not hanging out at my place. That dude doesn’t set a foot in this house. We’ll go out for coffee or something,” he mumbles and I feel a little annoyed that I’m pushing Calum to spend time with Jake.  “Yeah, okay,” I say back. I want to spend time with Calum, but I’ll have to take Jake with me. I can’t just tell my boyfriend I’m going to spend time with a boy I’m starting to develop feelings for.  “Meet me at the coffee shop in like, half an hour,” he demands. Whenever we went for coffee, we went to the same coffee shop. So, we declared it ‘our coffeeshop’ or ‘the coffeeshop’ and both of us knew exactly where we wanted to go. I nod my head, forgetting he can’t see me for a moment.  “Yeah, okay. See you in half an hour,” you say with a smile.  “See ya,” he replies and hangs up. 

An hour later, the three of  you are sat at a table inside the coffeeshop, sipping on whatever drink you’ve ordered.  “So, what is it you do again?” Jake asks Calum, downgrating the man a little. Calum squints at the man besides me, starting to lose his patience with him. I kick Calum under the table, giving him a glare.  “I’m a musician. I make music with me and my band. We tour the world and stuff,” he explains, the annoyance apparent on his face. He and Jake really don’t get along, and I should’ve seen this coming.  “So, is that like a temporary job until you find something different?” Jake asks before sipping his coffee.  “No, it is my job and I hope to have it until I’m too old to perform,” Calum grits his teeth, glaring at my boyfriend, who’s oblivious to the annoyance and anger in Calum’s tone and face.  “Oh really? Can you survive off such a small wage?” Jake questions him.  “Excuse you, sir, but I happen to have about a million in my bankaccount. My job is as valid as yours. It’s equally as exhausting and draining, if not more. I’m not going to stay here and listen to you degrade me or Y/N. Her sexuality is as valid as mine and yours. It’s as valid as the next person’s. Your a fucking dick and I hope you choke on your coffee,” Calum tries to keep his voice down as we’re still in a public space. He gets up, leaving a stunned Jake and a turned on me. That was really hot. I don’t think I have ever had anyone coming up for me and my sexuality.  “You really are a dick, Jake. Please don’t call me ever again and come pick up your stuff from my place tonight,” I tell him calmly while getting up too.  “What? Y/N?” he sounds desperate, but I don’t even care. All I care about right now is Calum and trying to catch up to him.  “Goodbye, asshole,” I say lastly before walking out the coffeeshop. I look around to try and find Calum, and when I find him walking between a sea of people, I start running. I push past people, dodging them here and there until I finally reach the boy I was running for. He looks at me as I try to catch my breath.  “I’m really not a runner, Calum,” I tell him, giggling a little.  “What are you doing here, Y/N? Don’t you have a boyfriend to get to?” he asks, disguted by the thought of Jake.  “I don’t have a boyfriend,” I tell him once I caught my breath. Calum’s eyes light up as he looks at me in surprise, “You were right, he’s a dick and I don’t know what I ever saw in him. Don’t take it personal, babe, but personally, I think I’d be better with somebody like you,” I tell him with a grin before placing my hand behind his neck to bring him down. Our lips collide somewhere in the middle, and they somehow fit perfectly, move together gracefully. And from that moment I felt a weight being lifted off my shoulders. That weight being Jake and the love I’d been bottling up for Calum. 

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Holy fuck

The foreigner series seem to be doing really fucking well! I have a whole list of requests I need to write and I’m getting on that ASAP!

A note tho: if you read one in your language and you see something incorrect (an incorrect translation or something about the culture or whatever), please tell me and I’ll edit it straight away. I’m using google translate and the internet for information and I’m aware it might be a tad inaccurate. So please, feel free to correct me whenever I’m wrong. I love doing these and I’m getting a lot of positive comments so I wanna keep doing them. Just keep this in the back of your mind 😊