Just a bunch of Calum smut and fluff and sad shit because he is a bass god that deserves to be appreciated

what happens when one of the worlds hottest bass players- offers to be your sugar daddy?

"You can call me daddy." "You cannot be fucking serious." __________ "This is a weird part of the internet, I don't like this place." - Michael Clifford, 2020.

I thought that love was staying up all night with him drinking shitty black coffee and talking about what we were going to do once we had the money. Love was wishing he wouldn't come back to our shitty apartment, at least for one more night. Love was eating microwave meals in front of the tiny television, and it being okay because I was with him. Love was wanting to go back home, but not even bothering because I would be apart from him. But it's not. That's not love. part one of the 12 months series

toxicmalxm 'Knock, knock' "who is this?" 'You're supposed to say, who's there. Now let's try it again. Knock, knock.' "How did you get my number?" 'You're really bad at this'

Broken boy meets broken girl. "You're not as messed up as you think." (this story is super cliche and it kind of sucks i'm sorry)

"Why are you here?" I asked her. "Reasons. Why are you here?" "Reasons." I answered back & that made her smile. Her smile quickly became one of my favorite things.

Michael Clifford a.k.a Bad Boy. Michael is Summersville High's bad boy, girls want to be with him and the boys want to be him. Michael isn't the stereotypical popular person, he's different and mysterious compared to others.

"Do you know why I dye my hair?" He asks me. "Why?" I'm still confused, but go along. He scoots closer. "I always thought of my life simply. Like black and white, no happiness, no color. So I like dyeing it." "Everythings better in color, right?" ✂-------------------------------------------------- A story in which two people are in desperate need of color in their life. Short Story #246 / Fanfiction #758 September 7th

❝boys like him don't fall in love with sad girls.❞