The Married Life

The Married Life

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader

Words: 1300+

Author’s Note: Basic ass title, but I couldn’t figure out a title. Lol. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this cute little fic with a side of spice! xox

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the great war , tyler galpin x reader

pairing: tyler galpin x reader

summary: finding out tyler’s been the hyde all along and none of it was real.

“it turned into something bigger. some where in the haze , got a sense i’ve been betrayed.”

Tyler looked down at you with his eyes wide. You watched him , tears in your eyes as he circled you like prey— nothing behind his emotionless expression.

“It was you.” You muttered , shaking your head as you tried connecting all the pieces. “You’ve. . . you’ve hurt people. You’ve lied.”

Your heart hammered in your chest as the news washed over you like a bad fever. Chills dancing up your spine as he watched you unbelievably , listening to you but showing no signs of actually caring.

“I cried to you when Rowan left.” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion , remembering how he engulfed you in his arms when you cried about your bestfriend. You remember how he held you , shushing you and promising you it would all be okay.

The memory used to be a sweet one. One that you told Xavier and Ajax when they said you shouldn’t trust someone like Tyler Galpin , a judgemental ‘normie.’

Turns out , he wasn’t a normie at all.

“I guess this is a lesson in not trusting people , right?” Tyler cocked his head to the side. “You made it too easy. All I had to do was be nice to you , and you sung the secrets out like a canary.”

Your hands balled into fist at your side. You were scared at what he’d to do you. If you were the next victim on his list. The boy you thought you knew , hadn’t been real at all. “How could you?”

Tyler rolled his eyes. “You should’ve walked away when you had the chance , Y/N.”

“But I didn’t because I cared about you!” You defended. “I trusted you.” The heaviness in your heart hurt too much to look at him , the way his body was crouched over in a defensive position. He didn’t even look at you like you were human.

“I told you to leave that night and you didn’t!” Tyler argued , shaking his head quickly. “I gave you the chance but you just couldn’t stay away.”

Everything started making sense. Throughout the whole semester , Tyler had been there. You told him things about Wednesday and Enid , you told him about Xavier and most of the time you were just venting. You told him everything about Nevermore without even meaning to— because you thought you were just venting to him , someone who you cared about and maybe could’ve loved. . . Looking back at it , it made your stomach sick.

“Then why did you. . .” your bottom lip trembled. “Then why did you kiss me that night?”

“None of it was real.” Tyler admitted as he stood in place , a tiny sense of guilt creeping up the back of his neck once he looked into your teary eyes. “But–” he hesitated. “Sometimes I wish it was.”

His words felt heavy. There was something behind it that made you think that maybe , it hadn’t all been for nothing. But you couldn’t forgive him for all that he had done , all that he lied about. Even now as he stood in front of you , he didn’t look like the Tyler you met at the coffee shop last spring. He was darker , disconnected. Troubled.

“How long?” You asked him.

“The whole time.”

You heard the commotion start to ensue in the background. Tyler’s eyes shot towards the school then looked at you. “If you go now then I’ll let you.” Tyler upturned his nose. “But this is the last time.”

Before you turned around , you glanced at him one last time. Your chest beating and your mind hazy. “I always had a feeling from that day we met , that’d somehow you’d hurt me.”

“I guess you should’ve listened to it.”

Innocent Smiles

Pairing: Calum Hood x GN!Reader

Summary: you prank Calum by refusing to say 'I love you' before he goes to the studio

Warnings: none

Word Count: 359

Minors DNI

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“Alright, honey, I’m heading out.” Calum said, slipping on his shoes by the door.  

“Okay.” You responded simply, not looking up from your phone. You were hiding your smirk as best you could, but if Calum looked at you, he’d probably be able to see it.  

“Pizza for dinner?” He asked, walking over to you.  

You turned your smirk into a smile as you looked up at him.  

“Of course.” You said.  

He leaned down, connecting your lips for a few short seconds. Your hand moved to cup the side of his face, desperate to keep him there for just a little longer.  

He smiled against you, whispering “I love you” against your lips.  

When you hummed, he pulled back to look at you, smile still on his lips.  

“I love you.” He repeated. 

“I know.” You said back, smiling innocently up at him.  

His eyebrows furrowed as his smile faltered for a moment.  

“What’s wrong? Did I do something?” He asked you.  

“What? No!” A laugh spilled out of your lips.  

“Okay. I love you.” He repeated, again.  

The smirk on your face gave you away, and the look on Calum’s face almost made you fold.  

“Really? This is what we’re doing?” 

“Mhm.” You hummed.  

A smirk of his own graced his lips as he leaned back down, less than an inch away from your face.  

“If that’s how you want to be, I guess I’ll just have to do the same.” 

He stood up, walking away from you towards the door. Your confident smirk dipped a little at the thought of Calum leaving without truly telling him you loved him.  

Within seconds, you were up off the couch, quickly walking over to him. Your hold on his wrist stopped him, and he turned his head to look at you.  

The genuine sadness on your face made him fully turn to face you.  

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, honey.” He said, pulling you into him.  

“I’m sorry.” You said, looking up into his eyes.  

“I know.” He said.  

“I love you.” You said quietly. “A lot.” 

He leaned down, connecting your lips once again.  

“I love you, too, sweetheart.”  

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OH imagine the angst, slow burn, repressed feelings where six is a long time (okay like 2 or 3 years) bodyguard for reader who’s a daughter of someone powerful. They’ve been having feelings for each other’s but CAN’T do anything about it especially Six since he thought it was inappropriate and all. And all walls are finally break down when something big, like big SHIT happens a group of mercenaries were send after them and now they’re on a run together… through the woods, shitty motel andddd wait for it…. THERE’S ONLY ONE BED! What could possibly go wrong?

Hi anonymous, I love you. I’m actually going to turn this into a fic, but I can’t leave such a perfect ask unanswered until it’s finished so I will bullet point some of the fun stuff!

- It is established that both have feelings for each other

- Six would never act unprofessionally because he doesn’t trust anyone else to watch over you, and if a relationship between the two of you started, he would be take away from his post

- On what seemed like a peaceful night, a group of mercenaries break into your home by blowing up the wall with all the windows

-The glass shatters and turn into projectiles from the explosion, Six dives to shield your body

- Six fights like hell, (shooting, hand to hand, knives etc.) keeping you behind him at all times, until you make it to the get away car

- You’re stunned into silence, probably in shock the whole ride

-Ending up at a motel, the two of you get the last remaining room and of course, there’s only one bed

- Six tells you to try to get some sleep, and he’ll stand guard, but his voice is wrong

- you turn to protest, but watch in horror as he struggles to keep himself upright and falls against the wall

- You usher him to the bed, supporting more than half his body weight, and start to remove his shirt (not how you fantasized about doing it, unfortunately)

- shards of glass, knife wounds and what you’re almost certain is a gunshot wound make you nauseous

- Six tells you what to grab out of his backpack and you start by pulling out the glass

- everything but the gun shot would had been treated to the best of your combined ability

- he asks for tweezers and some cleaning solution and Six literally fishes for the bullet in his abdomen right before your very eyes

- you aren’t sure when the tears started falling but watching his pained expression and he played self-surgeon nearly broke your heart.

- he gets it out and collapses backward on the bed, beyond ready for a nap

- you ask Six if he’s going to be okay and when he gives you a thumbs up you nearly want to punch him. He could have died and you tell him as much

- “give me a minute and I’ll get up” he says. You realize he’s going to let you have the now very bloody bed.

- you tell him that he’s staying right where he is and you can take the floor .

- he sits up with a grunt and you gently push him back down by the shoulders

- Six is exhausted and in pain and his eyes keep fluttering open and shut.

- “motel floor. Dirty.” Is all he manages to huff out.

- you roll your eyes, but secretly agree with him

-“Fine. We’ll just share the bed then.”

- Suddenly he’s much more alert and clears his throat, but you cut him off before he can even speak

-“Please, please don’t argue and just get some rest. I don’t want to lose you.”

- He doesn’t say anything and you slide into the bed next to him, taking his good hand and interlocking your fingers

- Neither of you are sure what this is, but you’ll just have to figure it out tomorrow.

This is just one of the many ways I would like to see a only one bed trope play out with Six, but I am working on a fic that’s very similar to this!!

There's this video of a couple eating with friends and when the girl bend down under the table to take something she dropped her so put his hand on the corner of the table so she wouldn't hurt herself on her way up without interrupting his conversation with the guy in front of him. Don't know about you but it's 100% flyboy Jake to me

i know which video this is anon! and it is realllllllly cute, also 100% Flyboy Jake!

ft. Phoenix, Halo and Penny + mentions of Fritz, Yale and Harvard because they are all <3

Phoenix and Halo lean against the bar counter, Penny on the other side of the counter, her elbows and forearms resting flat on the counter top; the three women with their eyes fixed on the end of the long table of Naval Aviators where Jake, yourself, Coyote, Fritz. Yale, and Harvard are seated.

“Watch,” Halo mutters, while pressing down on her phone screen, shooting a text off to Fritz who is seated at the end of the table on your right. He gets it, eyes darting down to his phone which is flat on the table, and shifts his elbow, stealthily knocking your small purse off the table.

The three women watch as Fritz gasps an apology, to which you respond with a small smile and shake of your head, before you bend to reach down towards the floor for the purse. Then it happens; they see Jake’s right hand dart out almost instantly, smoothly from your left to cover the corner of the table as you duck beneath, all without a break in the conversation he is holding with Harvard and Yale who are seated across the both of you.

“Well would you look at that,” Phoenix mutters with a brow raised in slight amusement as Penny chuckles with a shake of her head.

“Told you,” Halo says smugly as she pockets her phone.

The three women watch as you dart your head up, placing your purse back flat on the table. They see you accept Fritz’s second apology with a wave and shake of your head, as Jake drops his hand to your thigh momentarily, before shifting his hand over to rest on the back of your chair.

“He’s that way during football as well,” Halo says matter of factly, “he watches her out of the corner of his eye even if they aren’t on the same team, gives her space but is always ready to take anyone out for her.”

“Sucker,” Phoenix snorts, as the three women grin wildly.