i feel like calum proposing would be very impulsive? like he’d just be so in the moment after eating takeout in his car one night, the fast food restaurant having been too full to find a table. you guys would be cracking jokes and teasing each other and singing songs and being in love and calum would feel so happy and elated in that moment that he didn’t even realise he had thought out loud the words “marry me.” both of your eyes would widen in surprise, neither of you expecting him to utter such words. “what?” “marry me,” he’d repeat, a little more sure of himself. “i mean, will you marry me? i just, i don’t know, i don’t think i’ve ever felt so happy being with another person doing such an ordinary thing, eating fast food in a car park. you make me so happy and i don’t want this happiness to end. i love you so much and i know i don’t have a ring and that this is so spur of the moment, but will you marry me?” calum had never felt so nervous in his life. you’d grab his hands with a bright grin, trying to hold in the tears (or not). “yes.” calum would smile so wide his cheeks hurt but he didn’t care, pulling you in for a loving kiss by the cheeks. “let’s get married tonight,” he’d suggest, pulling away, seemingly unable to control his impulses that night. “you’re crazy, hood,” you’d laugh, arms wrapping around his neck. “maybe, but i’m just crazy in love with you.” you’d roll your eyes playfully at his words, unable to hide the wide smile on your lips. “come on,” he insisted, pressing a kiss to your lips, “why wait until the wedding to get married if we can do it now? just the two of us, that’s all we need. it can be our little secret until i get you a nice diamond ring,” he persuaded, fingers running up and down your sides. “alright,” you’d cave, excitement starting to spread through your veins. “let’s get married.” calum would give you a long kiss, full of love and joy, before driving off to the wedding chapel, excited to spend the rest of his life with you.
Like I’m not fucking joking anymore I want to fall in love with him and I want to know parts of him that no one else knows like I want to know what he’s thinking before he’s even thought it because I just KNOW him in his core like I want to know his different laughs and what they mean and I want to know what his faces mean because there’s an annoyed face and a FED the fuck up face and I want to know which is which and I want to know his skin and I want him to put everything he has into me? (Not just his dick although that would be nice) I just know he loves so much and so hard and I WANT TO BE ON THE RECEIVING END OF THAT I want his love to consume me n I want him to never second guess that I love him just as much ew I hate this leave me alone w my feelings I gotta go
