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i donât know you anymore
warnings: angst!
pairings: calum hood x [y/n]
type: full body ; 1k words ; angst ; she/her pronouns
summary: calum has been disconnected here recently. [y/n] confronts him about it.
a/n: like i said, i felt devastated, so i thought iâd write it out. i havenât wrote angst in such a long time, so i hope itâs okay! let me know how it is :-)
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âyouâre just,â thereâs a silence, and then a slow intake of air, âyouâre not... youâre not who you were when we first met, calum.â
[y/n]âs voice is low, and unfolded; creasing every other moment. calum hasnât called her back in quite some time. sheâs on her voice memo app, practicing a confrontation that might ruin their relationship.
sheâs already had a steady stream of tears that subsided, but after a brief thought, tears welped once more, âgod fucking, dammit.â she pressed the button and stopped the recording. sheâs sitting with her cheeks in her hands, trying to hide away from the sunset thatâs invading her bedroom.
calum has been absent a bit too much recently. there have been days where he didnât even text her until ten at night saying, âHey, been a bit busy today. Sorry for not texting.â and then she wouldnât hear from him for another seven hours. they have been together for ten months, but it feels like a lot less.
after calming herself down, she decides to fix the text residing in calumâs messages that eventually reads, âhey, we need to talk. please donât say youâre busy, because i know you donât have anything major planned tonight. let me know when youâre free.â
she hits send after re-reading it a few times, and stares at the screen, just waiting for it to say âRead 7:13 PMâ. but it didnât. she didnât get an answer until 9:44 PM that said, âOkay, call when youâre readyâ.
[y/n]âs entire body runs cold, and her hands slowly start to clam up. she takes a few deep breaths to stabilize herself, and then she rings him up. it rings four times before he answers, âhey.â
âhi.â
the silence from the both overpowers the static from the phone, âso, uh, how was your day?â
âgood.â
âah. thatâs, good.â
âyeah.â
[y/n]âs tears pop in once more, uninvited this time. calum speaks up after hearing her sigh, âi can kind of guess what thisâs about.â
âyeah.â
âyou know i get busy, and i donât mean to not text you back. i mean,â he pauses to return an emotionless sigh, âi thought you said youâd be okay with long distance and me working?â
âand i thought you said you would make me forget that distance was ever an issue for us.â
â[y/n] you know i canât drop everything to come see you, iâve told you-â
âitâs not about you physically being here calum.â they both pause, âitâs about you completely ignoring me. itâs about you going out and partying and living it up every other night, not telling me about it, and getting an attitude with me when you know why iâm upset. itâs you not giving a fuck about me anymore. itâs about-â
âdonât even start with that [y/n], you know i care about you-â
âclearly not calum!â her voice bumps up a pitch, and sheâs slightly louder, âyou donât even care enough to text me good morning and goodnight anymore! you donât let me know anything thatâs going on with you! you leave me in the stupid ass, FUCKING dust calum! you CONSTANTLY forget about me! do you know how it makes me feel knowing that my boyfriend of ten fucking months doesnât even like to text me back? doesnât like to call me? sometimes i wonder if you even love me anymore!â [y/n] decompresses her chest, as she was unaware of holding it in that entire time. tears have started falling down her cheeks, and itâs evident in her cracking, nasally voice.
calum is silent, what a shocker. she remains quiet as well, apart from her subtle tearful inhales. calum finally speaks up after a moment, âi donât know what to say, [y/n].â
she lets her head fall into her palms, an even worse feeling than before envelops her. sheâs letting it all out, everything that sheâs bottled up for the past four months is belting out of her. âi figured.â she knew how he was looking right now; slightly wide eyes that seemed pitiful, anxiously tapping his finger against his right thigh, probably biting the inside of his cheek. how fucking pathetic. âdo you love me calum.â
he let a sharp exhale invade the room, and he sat quietly for a few seconds. âi, donât... know.â
by this point, [y/n] is numb. she canât feel her tears, or cheeks, or chapped lips, âthat tells me all i need to know.â
âno, no,â she could hear him wave his hand to denounce her statement, âitâs not that. itâs just, iâve been doing a lot of thinking here recently.â he paused to hear her confirm sheâs listening, but she doesnât, âum, and i think that, i just wanna be, alone.â
âthen why didnât you tell me this sooner.â
âi told you as soon as i figured it out.â
âno you didnât. iâm having to force it out of you right now.â he doesnât respond to that. âbut then again, itâs on me for not confronting you sooner. if we would have gotten this out in the open earlier, i wouldnât be feeling like this.â
âthis is hurting me too [y/n].â
âno itâs not calum. youâre gonna hop off here and call one of your friends and be all âbring the booze iâm single as fuckâ and forget about me in an hour. thatâs what you always do, anyway.â
she can hear him playing with his necklace through the speaker, he obviously wasnât going to attest, because in the end, he knew she was right. she took one last defeated breath, âit was good while it lasted, but, i just, i canât do this anymore. youâre not who you were when we first met, and, youâre just, not the man i thought was my soulmate. iâm sorry calum. bye.â
âbye [y/n].â he hung up before she registered what he said.
[y/n] sat in the same position for a good thirty minutes afterwards, her phone still in the same position as it was whenever it auto-locked after he ended the call.
she was going to just go to sleep as is, but her spare pillow still smells like his shampoo.
#calum hood#calum hood fic#calum hood one shot#calum hood blurb#calum hood imagine#calum hood angst#calum hood x reader#calum hood x y/n#sprydecreates ch
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red gatorade
warnings: mentions of drinking, character in a drunken state
pairings: calum hood x [y/n]
type: full body ; 861 words ; slight angst ; she/her pronouns
summary: a drunken calum arrives at [y/n]âs apartment. does he actually mean everything he says, or is it a drunken spew?
a/n: might make this into a mini series, but not sure yet. donât wanna scare myself off with the thought. itâs not the longest thing iâve written, but i wanted to put a read more since it contains drinking. hope u enjoy!
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itâs 3:42 in the morning, and [y/n] wakes up to a third phone call from calum, âh-ello?â
â[yyy/nnnnnnnn]!!â he giggles into the phone, âyouâll never, ever in your wildest dreams, guess where i am right now.â
she sighs as she sits up in bed, prepared to go track down a drunken calum, âyou better be on your way home calum!â this isnât the first time heâs drunkenly called her.
âwell,â she hears a bump near the front of the apartment, âright, okay. you see? iâm at your apartment right now. here i am. your welcome mat does say âcome on in!â, [y/n]. so-â
she quietly laughs as she pushes herself off the mattress, âjust give me a sec hun, let me get dressed.â
he whines into the phone, she can hear that heâs pulled it away and forgot heâs not on speaker phone, âi donât mind if you wear those âgo coconutâ panties around me. theyâre nice! iâd wear em⌠actually can i have them?â
she shushes him on the phone, as she can hear him down the hall, âshut up, iâm almost there.â
he whispers into the phone, âokay, iâm still here, havenât left. waiting for you.â his accent is very strong tonight, he mustâve been drinking whiskey.
[y/n] reaches the door and quietly unlocks it. she hangs up the phone once she sees calum outside, dressed pretty fancy. âyou changed last minute again, huh? you look good.â
calum wraps his arms around her, holding onto her like they hadnât seen each other just the other day. âthank you beautiful.â
she chuckles at his comment, the mixed smell of expensive cologne and apple flavored jack daniels engulfing her. wonder if he meant it this time, he claims to forget what all heâs said when heâs wasted. âcâmon, letâs get you in.â
they step inside, [y/n] heading to the fridge to grab a gatorade, âdo you have a green one?â calum says as he hovers beside her.
âyou know you donât like the green ones honey.â he grunts softly, âis red okay?â he nods, and they head to her room.
once inside, calum lets himself fall face first onto [y/n]âs bed. he lets out a soft yet forceful sigh, and stays there for a few moments. she sits beside him, rubbing his shoulders lightly before he sits up, âcan i stay here tonight? dukeâs with luke, i locked my doors, and iâll buy us breakfast in the morning?â
âof course cal, you know youâre more than welcome to.â heâs now facing her, still on the edge of her bed, âand before you ask, yes, you can sleep in your underwear. youâve got sweats and pajamaâs in the third drawer, too.â
he smiles half heartedly and rubs his thumb across her cheek, âlove you [y/n].â
âlove you too calum.â
he always does this. he always shows up and acts like him and [y/n] have been in love and dating for a good six years. and he always âforgetsâ what he said the morning after. does he not mean any of this shit?
[y/n] situated herself back in bed as she waits for calum to come back from the bathroom. sheâs zoned out, thinking about what itâd be like if he actually loved her back.
calum saunters in, shutting the door behind him before taking off his pants. he climbs into the other side of bed and takes a gulp of gatorade before laying down next to her. they face each other, like they always do. he invites her to cuddle, and they tangle their legs together; their bare skin comforting each other under the sheets. he comes close to kissing her, but opts for kissing her nose. âiâd marry you if you wanted to marry me.â
âiâm sure, cal.â third time heâs said that. âyou always say that when youâre drunk.â
âi always mean it too.â
âmhm.â she closes her eyes and he pulls her to his chest, âgoodnight.â
ânight, [y/n].â
in the morning, calum wakes up first. [y/n] has migrated to the other side of the bed. she always told him he was like a personal oven, and that she could only take a few minutes cuddled up to him. he remembers everything he said, he always did. he couldnât ever tell her confidently that she means the world to him. that he thinks sheâs the most beautiful woman heâs ever known. that heâs been in love with her for two years. heâs terrified that sheâs just being nice to him, and finds him a burden.
but as he watches her sleep, he canât stop thinking about what itâd be like to be consciously held by her. to tell her he loves her as soon as the sunlight comes through the curtains, and when the day turns dark. what itâd be like to have something good for once.
while he was thinking, she had woken up and mumbled a âgood morningâ to him. he didnât register it. so she spoke up again and said, âthinkinâ about what weâre having for breakfast that you so happily said youâd buy?â
he didnât register that either, apparently, âiâm in love with you.â
oh shit.
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thinking about words of affirmation and physical touch being your top love languages, and calum giving all heâs got to you.
youâre out getting dinner from a place where you order at the window and take it off somewhere. the sun is setting, and itâs golden hour.
youâre both standing away from the window, after youâve already ordered your food. youâre talking about how excited you are to try it, and itâs been on your bucket list for awhile now. calumâs standing there listening and smiling; heâs watching you intently.
when you finally look up and ask him what heâs doing, he says, âjust listening. well trying to, at least.â
you mutter a, âwhat do you mean?â
he whisks a hair away thatâs close to your eye while speaking, âyou look so beautiful right now, itâs hard to concentrate.â his smile grows wider as the ball of his hand rests against your warming cheek. his thumb is moving back and forth slowly, letting you know heâs there if it wasnât clear before.
you turn your head to hide a huge smile, and he kisses your forehead and chuckles, âitâs true,â into your hair.
your order is called out, and calum jogs to grab it. he comes back and offers you his hand while doing the grabby hand motion to try and entice you more. you laugh and grab ahold of his hand, interlacing your fingers together.
youâre walking back to your apartment, where heâs planning on staying the night. in your bed with you. where heâll give you a goodnight kiss or fifteen at least, rub your back until you fall asleep and tell you, âgoodnight my love, see you in the morning,â right before you do.
#canât stop thinking about it honestly#sorry if this is badly written#i just wanted to jot it down but not write a huge thing about it#calum hood#calum hood blurb#sprydecreates ch
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âi miss you,â coming from calumâs mouth.
itâs a different tone.
he says it five seconds after she left to go home. itâs in a âcome back we were having funâ way. his pitch goes grovely at the âyouâ to show his displeasure.
he says it when sheâs not able to join the get together with the guys. his words slur, as heâs usually a few shots deep before he calls her and tells her all the repeated âgossipâ that they both heard about two days ago. heâs whiney, and often audibly pouts at the end of the phrase to show her he means business.
he says it when theyâre thousands of miles apart and thereâs a 14 hour time difference. they donât get to talk too much, as one of them is usually going to sleep while the other is wide awake in the daylight. this showcases an exasperated shift in key from him. he acts as though itâs the end of the world when they canât verbally speak for so long.
but this time, it wasnât like that. his voice was filled with sorrow and love as if they were in a heated affair. calum laid on his side in bed, his side profile mashed against the pillow with his phone on the opposite ear. he spoke softly, as if he was afraid of even her hearing him.
maybe he didnât want her to hear. maybe he shouldnât tell her that he likes to fall asleep to her snoring on the other end of the phone. and that he canât stop daydreaming about holding her hand. or that he stole a shirt of hers and takes it with him whenever he has to go. he convinced himself that heâd be better off not telling her he was falling in love with her.
she knew. just recently, but she did. ashton pulled her aside at their last lunch meet up and plainly told her that calum is on cloud nine whenever heâs around her. sheâs not been able to take him out of her thoughts since the day she met him. she planned on telling him the next time they were together, but it looks like he beat her to it. all thatâs left is to say, âi miss you too, calum. always have.â
#right so iâm attention starved i hope we all know that#sprydecreates ch#calum hood#calum hood blurb
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[y/n] accompanies calum to soundcheck one day, as do the rest of the girlfriends. the guys make a joke how the girls should preform a song, but [y/n] and sierra take it as a challenge. next thing you know, all the girls are standing on stage, each handling their boyfriends instruments.
[y/n] is the only one who they havenât heard genuinely sing, so they make it a point to have her be the lead singer. the girls decided on âsheâs kinda hotâ.
after the set which, granted, went a little better than expected considering the only one proficient in playing is sierra, calum says, â[y/n] you never told me you could sing?!â
she stands stiff in a satirical manner, âi couldnât tell you, itâd sound like i was dating you just to get famous. i mean that is the only reason iâm dating you, but you didnât have to find that out early on.â
calum laughs alongside everyone else while walking over to her, slipping his bass over her head, âif you get more famous than me, weâre gonna have to break up. too much of a power dynamic.â
âoh agreed,â she cups his cheeks, âi canât be seen dating someone with a lower social status than mine!â she giggles at the end of her sentence and presses a soft kiss to calumâs lips.
the boys go to resume their places on stage, calum slowly following suit, âi love you, even if youâre a social climber.â
[y/n] returns a toothy smile, âi love you, mainly for letting me climb.â
they both share a gentle laugh as [y/n] hops off the stage and stands with the girls once more. as they start playing âsan franciscoâ as per [y/n]âs request, crystal whispers to her, âheâs head over heels in love with you.â
as she speaks, [y/n] and calum lock eyes, and he begins to smile after a few seconds. her smile slowly spreads watching calum shyly glance away, âgod i hope so.â
#country boy i love queue#it is soft hours .#what iâd do to have this happen#calum hood#calum hood fic#calum hood one shot#calum hood blurb#calum hood x y/n#sprydecreates ch
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calum has a secret tiktok because his best friend [y/n] begged him to download it; primarily so she wouldnât have to save so many to her phone.
he treated the app like most people do, acting as if he never got on it. but as [y/n] kept sending him videos, he tended to get on it more and more. sooner than later, calum was caught up to all the trends and was sending [y/n] more videos than she was sending him.
there was one trend in particular that calum wanted to do with [y/n], and it happened to be the âi kissed my best friendâ trend. heâd been planning how to do it for months, and decided he was going to pull it off when she comes over later.
calum has liked her for awhile now, but heâs been too scared to admit it to her. so what better way than to share a kiss on camera?
calum is sat in front of his computer with [y/n] by his side. he sets up his phone, hits record and says, âokay, so hereâs a new song iâve been working on. i wanna get your initial reaction.â
[y/n] raises an eyebrow, looking at the camera and then to him, âalriiight.â she laughs softly, amused and confused.
calum mutters to himself as heâs finding the file to play. he covered the song to give it more of a special moment, and he titled it as âa chanceâ; to which she said she liked the ambiguity of the name.
the first few cords hit, and she immediately recognizes the song, âwait, what?â
he turns to look at her as the build up continues, âwhat?â
she cocks her head back, a wide smile forming, âis this real? is this for a tiktok?â
he shrugs, a smile already at each ear, âcould be.â
âyouâwait really? you really wanna kiss me?â [y/n]âs heart is racing, and her hands have started to shake from excitement.
âif thatâs alright with you, i absolutely would.â
[y/n] holds calumâs face in her hands, letting out a brief exhale before pulling him to her lips as the songs main point begins. his hands gently find their way to her neck, and the back of her head. they both lean sideways, losing their balance from the exertion.
they calm down as the song does, both pulling away and regaining eye contact. theyâre breathless for a moment before [y/n] speaks up, âthank god i forced you to get tiktok.â
#sorry the first one is a run on sentence kinda#might rewrite this one if it doesnât do too well#rewrite it into a full on fic#cause i eent that route almost but i couldnât find enough filler for it#went*#anyway hope u like it#calum hood#calum hood fic#calum hood one shot#calum hood blurb#calum hood x y/n#sprydecreates ch
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[y/n] and calum have been dating for a few months. calum was secretly in love with her, she was secretly in love with him. they were both hesitant to tell the other because they only met in person a few times. after hearing all the âyou donât know if you love someone youâve only met three times!!â jargon, they decided to keep it to themselves.
until one night when they joined a small house party hosted by [y/n]âs friends. everyone was staying the night, so they all drank a fair amount. by the end of the night, calum is drunk, and [y/n] is wasted.
after saying goodnight to everyone, they haphazardly drag each other up the stairs to the spare bedroom.
theyâre taking their time changing, mainly because they have the spins. both of them giggling in their underwear, just staring at each other until they get fully dressed in their pajamas.
as theyâre laying down, calum wraps his arm around [y/n] and pulls her close, âyou,â he starts giggling before he even starts the sentence, âyou! you, are good. youâre really good at keeping your drinks down!â
sheâs giggling with him, âthank you! i ALWAYS use it as a party trick. gets me, like, a lot of hoots.â
he starts laughing, âhoots?!â his accent becomes thicker with confusion.
âHOOTS!â now the both of them are wallowing in laughter, both of them laying on their backs with tears rolling down their cheeks.
after at least two minutes of cackling, they start to calm down. [y/n] leans over and grabs a tissue from the box on the nightstand, handing one to calum, âhere you go!â
calum whines, âiâm so too tired to do that myself.â
[y/n] wipes her own eyes and then carries on to wiping calumâs. heâs for some reason trying to kiss the tissue. [y/n] leans down and presses a kiss to, well, half of his lips anyway. as she pulls back, she says, âyou are, SOO lucky, that i am probably in love with you.â
calum snaps back into momentary sobriety with this comment, âwait, what did you just say?â
[y/n] slumps back into his side, throwing an arm over his stomach, her eyes already closed, âhuh?â
âwhat did you say then?â
sheâs starting to drift to sleep already, tired from the booze in her system, âgood, question⌠i, do not, remember.â
calum is left with a breaking smile, and more tears brimming, âiâm most definitely in love with you too. if you didnât say that though ignore that.â
[y/n] is already asleep, but calum makes a note on his phone so he wonât forget about it in the morning. wonder how thatâll turn out?
#tw: drinking#tw: drunk#i want a drunken confession w calum so badly#calum hood#calum hood fic#calum hood one shot#calum hood blurb#sprydecreates ch
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youâre sat outside at about 8 pm finishing a report for college when calum strolls out with a sandwich, âabout done?â you nod, explaining that youâre at the conclusion and youâd be done in a few minutes.
he takes a bite out of his sandwich and watches you type the last few sentences, âthâ moons pretty tonight.â
you hum in agreeance, and without thinking too hard about it, mumble, âso are you.â
you see, you and calum had always play flirted. there were times when it was borderline obnoxious and overzealous, and others when it was soft and more genuine. did you mean it sometimes? absolutely. were you ever gonna tell him? no!
âoh, my god. you? think IâM pretty?â
âyou know i think youâre pretty calum.â
he sets his plate on the side table to his right, clasping his hands together in an over exaggerated fashion, âiâd like to thank the lucky stars in the sky tonight for this compliment. iâd like to thank my wonderful mother, joy, for raising me to be this pretty; my dad, david, for-â
your exhausted giggle interrupts his speech, âthere is no reason for you to be this extra at this hour.â
calum leans his gaze towards you again, the moonlight beaming onto him, ây/n you gave me a compliment that wasnât followed by âi was being forced to say thatâ. iâm gonna make the most out of this situation.â
you give him a plausible annoyed facial expression while you shut your laptop, âshut up.â
âmake me.â
his risky tone catches you off guard, âwhat did you say to me?â
âi said: make me.â
calum says this all the time, but itâs usually in a âfight me right here right nowâ tone. this was a âdo something about itâ tone; the one that people use in movies to get the other person to kiss them.
in response, you twist your body to face him and prop your elbow on your chairs arm, âhow exactly do you want me to do that?â
he mimics you, propping his chin in his hand but instead of on his own chair, he chooses to use yours, ânot sure yet.â his eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips. he had done this before, but would always pull away and say, âyou dream of kissing meâ, which wasnât fake news. this time though, he stayed still. he was as serious as he could be.
seeing this sudden change of atmosphere, you had to test him, âare you actually flirting with me?â it was said in a hushed, rather shocked whisper.
âwhat if i am,â his voice was uncertain for the first time around you, âis that okay?â
you manage a shrug, âas long as you donât say sike afterwards.â
calumâs smile brightens the night, his eyelashes move the light on his face around as he squints out of happiness. heâd been waiting to make a move, but wasnât ever sure if you were reciprocating the flirting as a joke, or if it meant a little more.
he was lost in the thought of kissing you when you encouraged him to do so, âyou can.â
âhuh?â
âdid you want to kiss me, or were you just gonna stay three inches from my face and let me smell bologna breath?â you said while moving your propped hand to cup his cheek.
âthe latter preferably.â
so, you two finally kissed. under the moonlight, under all the stars congratulating you on a true loves first kiss like it was the end of a romantic comedy. yeah yeah, this ainât a movie yada yada. does it make it one if you told calum you were going to sleep in your own room only to come back into his ten seconds later claiming to have had a nightmare and that you needed to sleep with him, though?
#i couldnât sleep and this idea waa stuck in my head so i wrote about it#its 8 am so if its bad iâm gonna blame everything but me#hope u enjoy either way#calum hood#calum hood blurb#calum hood fic#calum hood imagine#sprydecreates ch
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you and calum are going on a first date, and he posts a picture of you two on insta afterwards. the picture is of him standing behind you and smiling while you are brushing your teeth. everyone is kinda surprised, but thinks itâs really cute.
instead of commenting something sweet to match his âFirst date, kinda nervousâ caption, you comment âthis is fake, this man straight up BROKE into my house. notice the shocked look on my face in the second picâ.
to say the least, fans started commenting things like âholy fuck y/n thatâs scary!â; âThis Man Is Named Calum Hood, Be On The Lookoutâ; and a fan favorite, âthis one right here officerâ.
it was a pretty good date, nonetheless.
#this one was short but it was stuck in me mind again#and i thought in this case simplicity is key#calum hood#calum hood blurb#sprydecreates ch
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no offense, but imagine you and calum are best friends.
you stay over at calumâs one night when heâs back in town, which is a regular thing. youâre in the bathroom about to brush your teeth before hopping in bed, and he walks to the door frame and asks, âalright if i step in and join you?â
you think nothing of it, until you look up a few seconds after brushing and see cal staring at you through the mirror with wide, soft eyes. you raise an eyebrow, mumble a âwhatâ with a toothpaste filled mouth; giggling at how you sound before washing your mouth out.
calum shook his head, continuing to brush his teeth after realizing he had completely stopped. you shrug and make a noise to say âalrightâ and step out. once you leave the room he just stands there with rosy cheeks, staring at himself and thinking, âwhat the fuck?â
youâre sat on the edge of his bed, waiting for him to finish to say goodnight. once heâs out of the bathroom, you can tell heâs a bit confused, âyou okay?â
he nods, jumping a bit at your voice, âyeah, fine. i think i love you. why?â
you shrug, âya just seemed a bit off.â the running air conditioner in the background filled the room, âwell if thatâs all, iâm headinâ off to bed. night cal. i love you.â
ânight y/n.â
you both lay in empty beds, hearts racing thinking about if that moment could reoccur one day, when youâre happily married with three rescued dogs and a toothbrush holder that says âthe hoodsâ.
#plz i want this#like can u rlly imagine brushing ur teeth and realizing youre in love#just a âwow this could be our futureâ#calum hood#calum hood blurb#no offense blurb#if this aint good ignore it idk what my writing style is atm LOL#sprydecreates ch
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ferry lookout
requested: nope
warnings: mentions of drinking, language
pairings: calum hood x reader
type: fluff w an angst scene ; headcanon/list ; 3.4k+ words ; gender neutral
summary: you and college!calum finally thought you had found something with each other. too bad there was a miscommunication. or is it?
a/n: i originally intended for this to be a valentineâs day thing, but it never felt right for it. so i spruced it up, and i think it finally feels decent.
iâve been off my writing game for a bit, so iâm sorry if it feels different halfway through (this is due to being off me game and also changing the idea completely). hope you like it either way! i think itâs sweet.
it was a kind of restless night, and you and calum were having a drive to a lookout.
everyone had things to do, except cal.
ash had a night at the club
mike and luke were studying for an exam they both had the following day
so, cal texted you and asked if you wanted to hang out.
you and calum exchanged numbers the semester before
you sat together for economics, and contacted each other for homework help usually
since it was during spring semester, you both went your separate ways for summer, and didnât really contact each other
there were the occasional likes on instagram, and texts of memes about how awful the professor was, but nothing else
pretty much an excuse for you two to still talk
you both thought the other was cute, but you didnât know how to come forward with it. as, you could see, all you two talked about was class, and memes relating to the class
when classes started again, you got a text from calum asking what you were taking
you didnât have any of the same classes, as your majors were polar opposites
but, he did wish you a good year, and said if you needed any help with your math course, heâd be glad to help
you two spoke every other day, but nothing huge
the lookout was popular with locals, but you hadnât ever went up there, or heard of it rather, so calum insisted that was where you two would go.
initially, you were just going to grab some late night snacks and head back to his apartment
but on the way, you passed the lookout.
âwhereâs that little road go?â
âwhat do you mean where does it go?â
âuh, like, is there a house up there?â
calum pointed to the lookout sign, âare you talking about that one? with the huge ass sign saying âferry lookoutâ?â
âso, it leads to a lookout?â
â...have you never been?â
âno..? is it big or something?â
calum gives you a playful side eye, then focuses on the road again, âiâve been up there so many times i canât count. i canât believe youâve never heard of this place. this calls for a change of plans, weâre going up there.â
so, after grabbing your respective late night favorites, you and calum headed towards the lookout.
on the drive, you took this opportunity to ask calum how long he has lived here
âuhh, like. five years, maybe?â calum answered while turning into the road to the lookout.
âah, i see. so youâre from australia, right?â
âyup. accent give it away?â
âyeah, i mean i noticed you say your iâs like âoiâ. like you pronounce your friend michaelâs name as âmoie-kolâ. but i noticed on instagram that thatâs where you went for summer, and you have sydney as your hometown.â
âoh, yeah. i always go back home for the summer to see my family.â
âwait so youâre out here on your own?â
the car neared the parking spaces for the overlook, and calum parked the car in the middle of the lot before continuing his story, âyup. i, well, me and my friends, moved here when we were younger for our band. i was about seventeen at the time.â calum reached into the 7-eleven bag and popped open his bag of pretzels, âwe moved here because our first album went kinda big, at least on social media. so we made the choice to pack up, and see what america had for us. we got here, got too cocky, and it all went to shit. had to go back home for a little, live with my parents, save enough money, and then came back.â
âwell?â you had already gotten your snack ready, munching from time to time while calum spoke.
âyou want the full story?â he glanced over to you, chuckling a bit after seeing you scrunched up in the passenger seat, eager to hear his story for once.
âhell yeah! i wanna know what happened to this band of yours. pleeeeease?â
he quickly swallowed the pretzel he was chewing, and took a gulp of his slurpee, âokay okay, fine. weâre called bromance, by the way. but after we came back, we were still together, just not so hard. like, instead of us making music for fame, we made it because we wanted to. like we sat back in straya talking about what we needed to do, cause we went from thinking weâd hit it big, to having to ask our parents for money for a plane ticket back home. we already had two year leases on two apartments, and we couldnât exactly break them, so we worked until we had enough money to cover a few months rent on our own, and then we came back. got more jobs, and stabled ourselves.â
you nodded, and closed your jaw which had been slacking with admiration, âis that why you went to college here too?â
he nodded back to you, âmhm. thatâs why iâm twenty-two and in second year classes still - i could only afford to take like three courses per semester, if that.â
you held up a hand and shook your head, tilting it downward while doing so, âno judging here, iâm only here because i won a scholarship. iâd be back in my hometown in the local community college if it wasnât for it, honestly.â
calum raised an eyebrow, âdamn, you got a scholarship?â
âyeah, i wrote an essay about my life struggles, and they gave it to me.â you shrugged, and then realized how ungrateful you sounded, âdonât get me wrong, iâm grateful for it, i just donât see how i got in with it.â
calum pushed and stretched out his bottom lip in both agreement and confusion before he spoke, âwell, it mustâve been good if you got in.â
âeh, whatever. tell me more about you, though. i wanna know about your family, and this little bird named âmaliâ you have tattooed on you.â
for the next hour or so, you and calum explored each others past, and present. the conversation kind of went dry when it came back to this lookout, as you two pretty much knew everything about it that you needed to.
calum was staring out at the vast lights carrying the city to sleep, and he spoke softly to keep the mood, âi still canât believe youâve been here for two years and you havenât been up here. itâs like, the most romantic spot i know.â
you scoffed, raising your hand and shooing off his last comment, âbold of you to assume anyone has asked me on a date since i got here.â
he scrunched the left side of his lip up while looking over to you, âyouâre kidding.â
âwell, halfway,â you began, lightly speaking with your hands, âiâve been asked out, but itâs only to fuck.â
calum turns his head back to the view, âi can see that. i never got that bit; i love going on dates, and hanging out and stuff. i donât know why itâs been looked at as a joke from 2017 on.â
âright?!â you snap your head to calum, âitâs like, what the fuck ever happened to just chilling with a person for a couple of weeks or something and getting to know them that way instead of playing an over-sexualized game of twenty-one questions?â
calum widened his eyes, pointing his index finger at you while you spoke, âhonestly!â you two exchanged feelings about current relationships standards and past relationship complications, until it got kind of serious on calumâs ends: âthatâs why i donât really believe in love. cause like, i always try to be a nice guy, like an actually nice one and not a âmâladyâ neckbeard thing, but i always get fucked over. and i try, but itâs like, why even attempt if you know something will never come to you?â
you sighed, nodding along with what he was saying, âi get that. but at the same time, you gotta look at the world around you. thereâs what, nine or ten billion people in the world that you havenât met?â
âyeah, but itâs like, if i were meant to fall in love, shouldnât i have already found a trace of something real?â
you raised your eyebrows, gaining a stern but gentle tone with him, âcalum you canât base love off of what you got when you were seventeen and in your first real relationship. we were kids, and weâre bound to break âloveâ, no matter what age we are. people fall in love at forty, some at twenty - some with their hometown best friend, some with a person halfway across the world. love isnât dead because it didnât happen to you like it did in the movies. wouldnât you rather have something real as to something scripted?â
and with that, calum mentally took note, and decided maybe heâd give love a chance again.
but, that was roughly four and a half months ago.
it was now the end of april, and you and calum had gotten closer than ever.
after the night drive and you both got home safely, he texted you and said, âThanks for a fun night. Itâs cliche as hell, but I think youâve opened my eyes a bit. Hope to hang soon.â
of course, you two hung out two days after. and two days after that. and after that, and so on.
it was really cute though
lots of sweet banter
couple of deep conversations at each others apartments at two in the morning
which would turn into sleep overs after you two talked more
comments on instagram that were kinda flirty, but still open-ended
any lovey dovey stuff, really
your notes on calum:
really, really good guy. god tier guy.
very romantic, but not a huge fan of pda
humble
insecure but passes it off as humor and refuses to take a compliment or believe someone might like him
offers you hoodies when itâs upwards of seventy-five degrees inside
has made you several home cooked meals
doesnât shame you or put you down if youâre having bad mental health days and need space
says your name reeeeaaaalllly giggly if heâs feeling soft
knows stan language and actually made a stan account for his own band to secretly interact with fans because you told him about an au where that happens
he of course didnât tell you to make a stan account for him so you can recreate said au
brought you back a surfboard key chain with your name on it from his trip to australia for christmas
youâre in love with him
calumâs notes on you:
realistic
pushy in the right ways
honest, but sometimes in a backhanded compliment type of way
fashion forward, has given him a couple of new styles to work with
encourages him to try new things and to fully be himself
plays with his hair in order for him to fall asleep
leads to cuddling because he had his arm around your waist and head on your upper torso
gives him confidence to try out âfeminineâ things (painted nails, (heart stud) earrings, etc)
up to talk about his problems with him
gets along with his friends, and doesnât act weird because they went viral a couple of times
also interacts with fans as though youâre a stan account yourself
stays around to help with homework, even if you donât know a thing about what heâs doing
comfortable silence is brought up here too
heâs in love with you
spring is of course, the season of budding romance. or, at least it is to you.
you know, flowers blooming, warm sunsets and seeing each other in golden hour, an overwhelming sense of acoustic guitar playing in the background; that sort of thing.
so, you know what that means?
you decide to ask calum out on a date.
yeah, you! you know he likes you, what could go wrong?Â
on a friday evening, you got dressed up, and decided to take calum on a fancy dinner date.
you were ready to go at about six, and gave calum a ring.
âhey (y/n)!â
âhey calum,â you were smiling ear to ear at this point, âwhatcha up to?â
âeh, nothing too big. what about you?â
âoh, youâre up to something?â
âumm! kinda but not really?â
your smile drooped, and your tone changed, âoh, alright. cool.â
calum was silent for a second before speaking in a concerned, soft tone, âeverything alright?â
you were breathing in through your nose to stop the tears brimming, âyeah, not a problem. iâll leave you to it. see you.â
what the fuck?!!?!!!!!!!!!!/!?!!!!!!!!!e,me39834,m?!?!?!?
calum? going out????
he wasnât seeing anyone?E>.dW>QDLWE<
oh my god it was that girl commenting on his pictures that he followed back
he played you
oh my GOD he played you and you LET IT HAPPEN. YOU THOUGHT HE WAS THE ONE FOR YOU AND HE SAT AND SWEET TALKED YOU INTO BELIEVING HE LIKED YOU TOO AND PROBABLY GOT MAD BECAUSE YOU DIDNâT LET HIM HIT IT YET
YOU KNEW WHEN HE SAID HE WASNâT A MâLADY HEADASS THAT HE WAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
coincidentally, your best friend, (y/f/n) called:
âhello?â
âhey! whats up?â
since you and calum were never an official âthingâ (even though you told your friends you thought something would happen), you decided to keep it calm, ânot a thing, why?â
âwanna come help me get ready? iâm going to the club an-â
âsure, be over in ten.â
(y/f/n) seemed a bit off, but you didnât really pay attention. you were just trying to get wasted, and throw away the feelings you thought were finally, fine.
this being said, you two jetted to the club.
âhey, (y/n)?â (y/f/n) asked, turning their head to face you.
you turned your head to (y/f/n) while you waited in line to get into the building, âwhat?â
âis everything, like, good?â
you turned away from them, nodding once, âiâm gonna make it be.â
about an hour and a half after you both got into the club, you received a text from calum.
âYou busy?â
left on read
âIf u sent something, I never got itâ
left on read
âIs everything okay?â
left on read
âDude whatâs going on?â
you rolled your eyes, and angrily slid your phone onto the table in front of you, grabbing whatâs left of your second drink and taking a swig. (y/f/n) watched and started to question.
âwhatâs up?â
you finally broke, âcalum.â
(y/f/n) rose an eyebrow, âwhat about him?â
you sighed, âi finally thought we were gonna be something. i thought he liked me, but right when i got up the courage to ask him out, he told me he had something planned.â
(y/f/n)âs eyes widened, and they started to stutter, âhe uh, he said he had something, planned? when? like right now?â
you nodded while you spoke, âyeah,â your hand flew from the crossed position it was in and pointed to your upside down phone, âright before you called, he told me he had something to do.â
âwhat do you think heâs doing?â
âno clue. he usually tells me heâs going out with his band mates, cause he had to call me one night to help him get one of âem home. so heâs always told me to keep me on standby. this time, he seemed really giddy, and like nervous.â you sat quiet for a few seconds, debating on whether or not to stop yourself from tearing up again, âso iâm guessing he found someone and didnât wanna tell me.â
(y/f/n) picked up their phone halfway through you speaking, probably to look people up to mark out suspected people for later, âi dunno (y/n), i think youâre over thinking a bit.â
you gave (y/f/n) a defeated sigh, shrugging afterwards, âi donât know. i mean i hope not, but iâm not gonna hold my breath.â
after a few minutes of tense silence, (y/f/n) suggests you two leave, and head back to your apartment to talk.
on the way back, you got to complain about how you thought calum was made for you.
(y/f/n) did keep smiling weirdly. were they the one calum was seeing? Â
thoughts came to a standstill, though.
why?
calumâs car was in the parking lot.
or at least it looked like it. you didnât have his tag memorized, obviously.
(y/f/n) parked, and finally turned to you with a not really well hidden smile, âsorry you thought something was up.â
you had your eyebrows furrowed, âwhat?â
all they said was, âhave fun,â and ushered you out of their car.
you, although confused, walked up to the front door and started towards your room.
when you unlocked your door, you heard a soft guitar playing from what sounded like your living room.
you tiptoed into the dimly lit room, and turned the light switch on. there sat calum, a yellow tinted acoustic guitar sat on his thigh as he strummed it, and started to sing the good side by troye sivan.
it was one of those songs you told calum about, and how it reminded you of him.
not in a âwe broke up and one of us felt worse than the otherâ way, but more or less, âweâll meet in the springâ, as you two did come back to each other during that season; âtraveled the universe twiceâ, where he came from australia and stayed by fate; âi got the good sideâ, as you found growth and goodness through each other in hard times. so, in a âi love you, and the universe wanted us togetherâ way.
throughout the song, you had found yourself sat in front of calum, your heart beating as though you had just ran a marathon, and it only sped up as the song ended.
you sat with your palms pressed against the insides of your calves, staring at calum as he let a wide smile settle on his face. he spoke while he sat his guitar on the table in front of the couch where you both sat, âsorry about lying.â
you finally found the strength to whisper, âabout?â
he had positioned himself closer to you, now looking into your eyes, âbeing busy. i mean, i was kinda busy, setting this place up and all.â
you took the opportunity to look around for once, seeing that he had picked up a bundle of your favorite flowers, and scattered them around the room. he had a couple of candles lit that you had smelled since you walked in. and you didnât know if he meant to, but he was wearing the shirt he wore when you two went to the overlook for the first time.
after taking it all in, you turned back to him, âyou did this, all, for me?â
he nodded, giggling a little at your surprise, âmhm. you look beautiful, by the way.â
âwait, did you know?â
âknow what?â
âthat i liked you?â
âwait, you?â he cocked his head to the side, trying to form a sentence.
âyeah? i was going to take you out to dinner tonight, and like when you said you were busy, thatâs why i got so distant, cause i you know thought you were entertaining someone and i got jealous-â
you were cut off by calum cupping your cheeks, âiâm so sorry, i didnât think to word it differently i just thought you were having like, a night or something and got annoyed not because you thought i liked someone else.â
your palms found their way to calumâs cheeks as well, âno itâs nothing now, i just got freaked out and overreacted without giving you a chance. iâm sorry too.â calum had started to rub his thumbs against your cheekbones, and it threw off your thought process a bit.
this was all you wanted. this, is all you wanted, and itâs right here in front of you; rambling, and shaking, and loving.
âplease.â you shook out of your realization, and asked him to repeat himself, âkiss me, please. iâll pay you if need be.â
to say the least, he paid you in rent money when he moved in five months later, in tickets used to meet his and your family, in presents exchanged during holidays, in a down payment on a house, in baby clothes for your four dogs, and obviously, in all the love he had ever given / had for anyone he had ever met: you. his soulmate that he fell in love with due to an unplanned first date.
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endgame
requested: nope
warnings: drinking, heartbreak, extreme self doubt, language
pairings: calum hood x reader
type: angst ; actual body writing (my rat brain doesnât know what to officially call it) ; 1.9k words ; gender neutralÂ
summary: rejecting calum wasnât planned, or wanted. was it for the best?
a/n: hi! i felt like breaking hearts on this good day. was looking for a header earlier, and seen lyrics from halseyâs âsorryâ and thought itâd be a wonderful song to write about in a sense.
also gonna try and actually write, not just a hc list this time. hope itâs good! didnât necessarily proof read it out of fear of hating it so sorry if there are any misspellings or anything.
let me know how you feel about it!
itâd been a couple of months since you moved to california, and things were going pretty nicely. you got back into college, and were excelling. your job was sable, and rather flexible with your schedule and requests for time off. that was great, considering calum was finally back from visiting his family australia.
you had met calum while moving in, considering your apartment was in the same complex as ashtonâs (where he was heading). he and ashton helped you move in, as you and a couple of friends who came along to help were struggling on the sidewalk with your hand-me-down couch.
the next day, calum came knocking at your door to see if you were settled alright. you were in the middle of unpacking dishes, and he asked if he could help you. you agreed, cause, why not have a cute australian boy help you move in? he just never left after that; even though he told ashton heâd get to his place soon.
the days have went on, and as cliche as it sounds, you both bonded and eventually had designated cups at each others houses (his is a meme mug that you bought that says âhappiness is friends fishing togetherâ, yours is a game of thrones cup with a sword as the handle), matching blankets (that were picked up on a late night target run; his says âmrsâ and yours says âmrâ), and swapped a pillow each, so youâd be comfortable sleeping.
things were going pretty well, to say the least. only thing that scared you, was rejection. did you like calum? yes, a little too much, but you told yourself several times that it wasnât love. since itâs convenient to find out about him online, you decided to see if you were his type. seems as though you werenât, from the girls he was rumored to date at least.
considering this, you called your best friend from your hometown, and explained everything going on. their only advice, was that you needed to talk to calum; they couldnât tell if calum liked you, or was just being friendly. feeling nervous and hesitant, you invited him over for the chat.
like most of the times when you have a crush, you sat and debated on whether or not you were up for heartbreak. you had never really felt heartbreak, because no one had ever returned your interest for a significant amount of time. so, you didnât know how to proceed. do you risk telling calum, and getting nothing in return and live your life alone? do you tell him and get a healthy relationship that youâve convinced yourself would never be endgame?
when calum finally arrived at your apartment, you had cried all you could thinking about every way he could reject you, or how it would end. at this point, you were happy you didnât have to go through anything that could blindside you.
after catching up, calum brought up the idea of the party, âso, me ând ash were thinking about having a get together with all our friends now that weâre back. to like, catch up with everyone. you wanna come?â
âwho all will be there,â you questioned, setting your cup of koolaid down.
âthe guys, their girls, some friends.â
âvery extensive list, thank you calum,â you joked, raising your eyebrows to signal so. it was nice, feeling comfortable after hours of terror sweats.
he let out a breathy laugh, âsorry, i really only know for certain about eight people. maybe more, maybe like one less.â he sat his fishing cup down, and looked up for your reaction.
you shrugged, thinking more about âtheir girlsâ and âfriendsâ and which one you were categorized as, âwhen?â
he noticed your expression change, âuh, i think this friday but iâll have to make sure.â
you nodded, âokay, i should be free.â
there was a small silence before calum cleared his throat and stood up, âwell i should uh, prolly get going. supposed to meet âshton in a bit for dinner.â
you stood up and followed him to the door, âalright, have fun?â
calum turned when you ended your sentence with a question, and shadowed the doorway, âyou good?â
you nodded again, tempting yourself to blurt out your thoughts but your fear took you over, âyeah, why?â
âyou just,â he looked down at the tips of his shoes, moving them in an anxious manner, âseem, different? i donât know, like you seem like somethings on your mind.â
âoh, nah,â there was, âjust a bit tired,â a lie.
calum nodded, and stepped outside, âalright. iâll let you know when everything will be set up, okay?â
âalright.â
âcall you this evening?â
you nodded one last time and watched him disappear down the hall after your confirmation. after shutting and locking your door, you texted your friend and told her you chickened out, but were going to try and speak to him after the party.
wonderful. two more days of restless thinking, unbelievable amounts of notes written in your phone, and hours of staring into space just thinking of what could go wrong. calum calling didnât help, either. he sounded more sweet, and soft than usual. or did he always sound like that? did he know about you maybe liking him and was trying to find ways of letting you down easily and this was step one?
ugh. the thought of it all made you sick. literally. friday came around, and you really had made yourself sick with worry. you wanted to get it over with, though. combating sickness AND heartbreak at the same time? undefeated combination. that being said, you didnât bail. instead, you just showed up in sweats and a beat up old shirt.
no one was really dressed up, which was good for confidence measures, but horrible in the sense that you didnât scream âi have a cold please donât get infectedâ.
calum, however, thought you looked cute. like in a fanfic where you have your hair in a messy bun have on an old shirt thatâs baggy but somehow shows off your figure sweats built the same way and youâre about to be sold to 5sos to pay off your parents debt. not that he said all that in one sentence, though.
throughout the evening, you noticed calum getting closer and closer to you, practically sitting on your lap after an hour. you didnât mind all too much, but it was still strange to experience after all youâve thought about. he seemed a bit, distant, though. he didnât speak directly to you like he usually did, no hand on your thigh to push himself up, didnât laugh at the same joke luke told whenever he popped a cap off of a bottle. something just didnât, feel good.
after feeling a little dry and all too conscious, you decided to go into the kitchen and take a few shots; seeing as ashton and calum had migrated in there a couple of minutes ago. but, right when you get to the archway, you faintly hear the end of ashtonâs sentence, âgonna do?â
calumâs voice came in after his, âi guess iâm just gonna have to tell y/n.â
thatâs it. he knows. your heart rate shot up in mere seconds, and the tears made your eyes swell. you quickly turned and headed towards the bathroom, locking yourself in to cry a little bit. you couldnât believe for a split second that you REALLY thought you were gonna have something. how could you be so gullible? the signs were all there. he was suiting you up to drop you from cloud nine. all the late night calls talking about life made him sick of you and he decided you werenât the one for him. after that he noticed how much you liked him via the matching things, and it made him sick of you. he was sick of you. Sick. Of. You, and everything that you are to him.
you decided this wasnât a reunion get together, this was a âgoodbye y/nâ party. thatâs why everyone was exceptionally inviting to you, because they knew you werenât going to be around much longer, and they wouldnât have to put up with you after this. if thatâs the case, why not go out in style: drunk and pitiful.
you came out of the bathroom after several minutes of breathing in through your nose to stop the tears, and regain your composure. you head straight to the kitchen, nod to calum, ashton, and now sierra before pouring and downing a shot without saying a word. ashton laughs and cheers you on, as heâs never seen you do this before and thought it was a wave of encouragement. calum knows somethings wrong, but he doesnât want to out you in front of people you arenât entirely close with.
unfortunately for him, he doesnât get any alone time with you until youâre five shots and two mikeâs hard lemonades in. in other words, you were comprehensive, but your filter was gone and your emotions were bold. calum puts his hand on your shoulder once everyone is out of the kitchen, and asks whats wrong, âi know somethings off with you, y/n. youâve never drank like this before.â
ânot. a. thaaang,â you gave finger guns to him and âblew outâ the tips of your fingers.
he halfway smiled, but quickly furrowed his eyebrows and gave a stern look, âiâm serious.â
you shrugged, âme too. you think i, me, am joking?â you pushed his hand off your shoulder and turned to get another shot, but calum stopped you.
ây/n,â he said with his hand on yours, preventing you from lifting the shot glass, âwe donât have to talk about it, but are you sure youâre alright?â
you stopped. his hand was on yours, and thatâs how it needed to be. you were staring at your hands, and everything was clear for a minute. you sobered up enough to say, âi heard you.â
he lowered his head, both confused and hard of hearing, âwhat?â
tears started to form again, âi heard you and âshton.â
calum let out a solemn breath and removed his hand from yours, certain this was taking a turn for the worst, âwhen?â
your breathing had hitched as you tried to stop yourself from crying, âa few minutes ago.â before calum could speak, you began your subtle rant, âi get it. i know iâve been clingy, and weird, and overbearing and ugly and everything else. i know you donât like me calum. iâve fucking known that from day one, and iâm sorry iâve known it.â
you continued with nonsense babbling until you realized how long you had been talking. calmly, and with tear stained cheeks, you told him goodbye, and that you wished you could be friends.
as you left the apartment and party, calum was left stood in the spot that he would later refuse to go near. he had tears of his own streaming down his face. he recalled his and ashtonâs conversation from earlier:
ashton: dude, youâre getting reaaally cozy with y/n.
calum: yeah, i know.
ashton: is there, something... there?
calum: i donât really, like know? i like y/n so fucking much. borderline love, i guess.
ashton: jesus man. what are you gonna do?
calum: i guess iâm just gonna have to tell y/n.
all this time, calum was the exact opposite of what you kept imagining. he built up the courage to talk to you about his feelings that night. because after all, he thought you were his soulmate: beautiful, smart, humble, different and the same in a puzzle piece manner. he was sure you were his endgame.
so, now what?
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sprydeâs masterlist
hii, thank u for wanting to read some of my stuff!
updated august 29th, 2020
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how to search: search up #sprydecreates [initials of who youâre looking to read about]! for example, #sprydecreates ch takes you to all the things iâve created about calum hood!
disclaimer: i come up with my own perceptions of the people/characters i write about. meaning, all of my pieces are fictional.
full bodyâs and hcâs will have descriptions, but hereâs a key for easy access:
headcanon:Â âž
full body:Â â
blurb: *
fluff: âż
angst: :(
nsfw (anything that contains nsfw will have a âread moreâ bar, no matter how short or long it may be): âĄÂ
actively writing about
calum hood
âżâž Â ferry lookoutÂ
âżâž Â endgameÂ
âż*Â Â you and calum are best friends who are secretly in love
âż*Â Â you and an overly sarcastic calum kiss for the first time
âż*Â Â calum posts about your first date
âż* love languages are words of affirmation and physical touch, and calumâs showing you all his love
âż* calum admits he misses her in a loving way
love island, the game
gary
:( *Â gary tells [y/n] his fears in a relationship, while she recalls a potential relationship between them
berries with breakfast series (on a standstill)
âżâ part one
moodboard for berries with breakfast / irl gary
chelsea
âlove is what would happen if you set a relationship on fireâ moodboard
irl chelsea moodboard
retired or rarely written about
harrison osterfield
âż* Â harrison has a crush on you
tom holland
âżâžÂ âHOMEmadeâ
âżâž Â babyloveâ?
shawn mendes
âżâž Â wedding bells
dacre montgomery
âż* dacre is leaving for an audition and he finally tells you how he feels
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