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Soft like Midnight
She never meant to fall for him. Not like this. Not in a game. By day, Lily is a poetry-blooded romantic hiding behind the fan account @oceanmoonlight, where she writes about Calum Hood like he's something divine. Untouchable. By night, she's Leviosa-just a quiet girl with a sharp tongue, playing Fortnite to outrun the noise in her head. And him? He's LooseUnit. He's sarcasm and silence and the low rasp of a voice that curls into her skin. She doesn't know his name. Not at first. But she knows the way he listens. The way he laughs when he shouldn't. The way he says her name, like a secret he wants to keep. What begins as flirtation turns into something quieter. He tells her things he hasn't told anyone else. She answers in poetry disguised as jokes. Every match becomes a confession. Every win, a heartbeat. Every loss, a longing. And then-slowly, softly-they know. Without saying it, without needing to. He's Calum Hood. And she's the girl who's been writing about him for years. But neither of them dares to break the spell. Not yet. Not when it's still this tender. Because sometimes the most beautiful kind of love is the one that exists between the lines. a poem, posted late at night: "You ruined me quietly- like the song I played too often, like the game I swore I wouldn't get attached to, like the voice I never should've missed."Complete
typical love story // mgc
I wish I could tell you this was story of how a girl and a boy fell in love and lived happily ever after or that two best friends realized they were meant to be or how two lovers overcame diffuult obstacles to be together But alas it is not, This is a story about a typical boy who's hair changed into typical colors who had a typical reputation This is a story of how I fell in love with that typical boyComplete
Wildflower
The universe has a funny way of making strangers appear in your life repeatedly when it's time for them to become a piece to your story. For Calum this next piece seems a little bit dangerous, extremely wild and exciting, and set to be larger than many that have come before. He's just hoping to survive her... *** Calum Hood Fanfiction **Rated M for language, smut, and the possible mention of blood and death.**Complete
misery business :: cth
he fixed her dolor heart only for him to break it.Complete
White Noise (sequel to Blackout)
Boy meets girl. Girl falls for boy. Boy stays with girl, and they live happily ever after. If something sounds too good to be true, then it probably is. That scenario sounds perfect for fairy tales and movies. But this was real life, and things didn't always work out so perfectly. I did fall for a boy, and by some grace of God, he fell for me too. He stayed with me when I asked him to, and we had our happily ever after, at least for a little while. But nothing lasts forever. And when our fairy tale ending started to crumble around me, I was left all alone with nothing but white noise.Complete
I'm Sorry 2 // 5sos sister
Jess doesn't remember anything except her own pain, can the guys help her or will she be always trapped with her own thoughts Rank: -#3 in 5sossisterComplete
She never meant to fall for him. Not like this. Not in a game. By day, Lily is a poetry-blooded romantic hiding behind the fan account @oceanmoonlight, where she writes about Calum Hood like he's something divine. Untouchable. By night, she's Leviosa-just a quiet girl with a sharp tongue, playing Fortnite to outrun the noise in her head. And him? He's LooseUnit. He's sarcasm and silence and the low rasp of a voice that curls into her skin. She doesn't know his name. Not at first. But she knows the way he listens. The way he laughs when he shouldn't. The way he says her name, like a secret he wants to keep. What begins as flirtation turns into something quieter. He tells her things he hasn't told anyone else. She answers in poetry disguised as jokes. Every match becomes a confession. Every win, a heartbeat. Every loss, a longing. And then-slowly, softly-they know. Without saying it, without needing to. He's Calum Hood. And she's the girl who's been writing about him for years. But neither of them dares to break the spell. Not yet. Not when it's still this tender. Because sometimes the most beautiful kind of love is the one that exists between the lines. a poem, posted late at night: "You ruined me quietly- like the song I played too often, like the game I swore I wouldn't get attached to, like the voice I never should've missed."
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