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Soulmate September - Day 12

Day 12 - You meet your soulmate in your dreams every night.

Pairing(s): Romantic Remile, Romantic Moceit, Romantic Dukexiety, Past Romantic Dukeceit

TWs: sexual language, mentions of childbirth, Remus being Remus, swearing

Emile Picani knew something was up with his soulmate.

Their link, as almost all did, formed when they were twelve. And right off the bat, when his soulmate kept flitting in and out of sight, he knew their first meeting would be interesting. Emile had sat up from his dream bed to see a young boy with raven hair that shone a dazzling blue in the light, and pale skin adorned with freckles that stood out like stars in the night sky.

So sue him, Emile was going through a poetic phase.

He’d walked over to start up the conversation, “Soulmate! Do you, how do? My name’s-”

Was as far as he got before the boy disappeared. At first, Emile panicked; what happened?! Did his soulmate hate him on sight and wake up-

Oh, there he is.

The boy reappeared, taking in Emile as he looked him up and down with his mocha coloured eyes, “Oh, you’re still here, babes. Cool.”

Huh. Interesting response, but Emile trusted in fate, extending a hand again, “As I was saying before you got spirited away, I’m Emile Picani! What’s your name?”

“Nice Ghibli reference. I’m Remy Duke,”, he yawned, reaching for Emile’s hand lazily, “Nice to meet you. So like, you’re my soulmate? I’m like, not just dreaming?”

Emile shook his head, “Nope! It’s really me! I hope you’re not disappointed- Ah, sorry, my pops says I shouldn’t say stuff like that-”

“He’s right, you shouldn’t.”, was the blunt response he got.

Sensing that he might’ve made his soulmate uncomfortable, Remy elaborated, “My ren says you should totes avoid negative thinking. Like, if you keep thinking you’re disappointing me, you’re only gonna like, reinforce that idea. And being that anxious is not a good look on you, sweetie.”

Emile wasn’t sure what to think, but the advice made him feel… really happy, actually. His soulmate cares! He went to thank him, but Remy had disappeared again. Dang. Emile waited until Remy returned, humming to himself when he heard his soulmate’s voice again,

“Whoa, you like Steven Universe?”

Emile’s smile glistened with delight that Remy had recognised the tune of Independant Together, “Yeah! Who’s your favourite character!? Mine’s Steven!! But if I had to pick a gem, I’d say Spinel’s my new favourite!”

Remy rolled his eyes, but Emile read the gesture as a fond one, “Cool.” . He figured his soulmate wouldn’t answer further but then Remy continued, “I like Buck Dewey. He’s totes underrated. As for the gems, like, there’s no question babes. Garnet’s the best.”

Thankfully, Remy was able to stay for the rest of the night until the two of them realised it’d be morning soon.

“Oh, before you go, maybe we should find out where we both live! That way we can-”

Remy shook his head, “Nah babes. Let’s make this fun. It’s like, way too boring if we make things THAT easy.”. He noted how upset Emile looked and took pity, “Tell you what babes, how about every time we meet, we both get one yes or no question. Make it a game. First one to guess where the other lives wins.”

Emile smiled, mirroring Remy’s playful one, “Alright then! Can I go first?”

“As long as you’re quick babes.”

“Oh, right!”, Emile cleared his throat, “Are you in the US?”

With a dramatic, yet monotone sigh, Remy retorted, “Unfortunately-”

“Remyyyy!”, Emile chuckled, “You’re breaking your own rule. It’s yes or no, silly!”

Remy rolled his eyes, but the sigh he gave had nothing but fondness, “Alright, alright. Yes.”. He stretched his arms, “Same question to you babes, you stuck in this crapsack of a country too?”

“Yes.”, Emile answered, “Unfortunately.”

The chuckle he got back from Remy left him with a smile on his face as he awoke that morning. Emile wasted no time in brushing his teeth and heading to breakfast with a spring in his step to tell his fathers the great news.

Unknowingly just a few miles away, another young lad awoke and dragged himself lazily down the stairs where his father and ren were having one of their early morning romantic tension arguments.

“The knife’s the pussy option, Virge!”, his father Remus had chided, shoving a handful of trix into his mouth with his bare hand, “Knives don’t do shit!”

Remy’s ren, Virgil, massaged their temples in frustration. Going by the shade of their face being somewhere between embarrassed tomato and devil’s asscrack crimson, Remy figured they’d been on this tangent for the last hour or so.

“What the FUCK do you mean ‘knives don’t do shit’?! It’s a fucking KNIFE, dipshit! What the fuck is a spoon gonna do!?”

Virgil yanked the cereal from Remus and began pouring him a proper bowl, to which the messy man scoffed, “Virge, you’re not thinking about the bigger picture!”

“What bigger picture?! We’re talking about which would be best in a casual alleyway fight, right?! Just bring a goddamn knife!”

Ah.

Context.

Gotta love it.

Remy walked undetected past the two of them to go digging in the hall closet dryer for his favourite shirt while his father made his case.

“That’s predictable, babe! You’re not thinking about the psychology of it, Virge!”, Remus protested, “Look, any bozo can grab a knife, big deal! Your chances of being intimidating with that alone are, what, four in ten?!”, he bullshitted, gesticulating wildly as he picked up a spoon, wielding it like a cutlass, “But if you pick a spoon!? Thats like saying “Hey I’m fuckin’ crazy”!! I’m not gonna go up against the mother fucker that picks a spoon! You know how crazy that looks!?”

“Very much so, yeah.”, Virgil deadpanned, making direct eye contact with Remus who returned that glare with a wink.

“Careful, last time you gave me that look, we had to start buying baby clothes.”

Virgil scoffed, but it was hard to hide the exhausted smirk they bore, “Oh fuck you. Take your cereal and sit down.”

Remus did neither of those things, instead wrapping his arms around Virgil’s waist and pulling them closer, “I mean, if you wanna-“

“Like, maybe we can keep the horny out of the kitchen?”, Remy piped up, watching his ren damn near leap out of their skin while his father burst into laughter.

“No promises!”, Remus jested, taking the bowl of cereal Virgil had made for him and downing it like he was chugging cheap beer at a frat party. Virgil sighed in exhaustion but gestured for Remy to have a seat at the table, “So, how’d your first soulmate dream go, Rem? Did you get a name?”

Remy slung himself into his usual seat at the table, “Yeah. His name’s Emile Picani.”

The immediate silence was palpable for a second, even Remus didn’t dare make a sound when Virgil spoke up, “Remus, wasn’t your ex’s name Janus Picani?”

Remy hadn’t seen his father in a flight or fight situation like this before; sure there was this one time in WalMart, but he didn’t have a melon baller, two packs of toilet paper, and a plunger at hand like that time. Instead, his father was armed only with a banana he had snatched from the fruit bowl and taken a bite of. With the peel still on. Speaking with his mouth full and earning a disgusted eye roll from his partner, Remus finally managed to offer a response.

“It’s probably not the same guy.”

Janus Picani unknowingly echoed his ex boyfriend under his breath, inaudible to his son.

Of all the names Emile could’ve given, why’d the surname have to be Duke? He had never told his husband Patton about the whole ex-boyfriend thing; Janus thought it best no one ever knew lest he be judged harshly. Sure, he’d never exactly cared what others thought - and many did share his opinion that holding off ANY romantic or sexual activity until you met your soulmate wasn’t always entirely healthy or doable - but the idea of Patton possibly being let down or upset by the news…

Janus didn’t want to think about it. No, he wouldn’t entertain the thought. After all, he had breakfast to make, fried eggs to watch over, toast to be ready to butter when it popped up.

Besides, Duke was probably a common surname, right?

Probably.

Maybe..

Hopefully.

“Did Remy tell you where he lives, sweetie? We can always drive you over to meet him after school if it’s close enough!”, Patton chirped excitedly from the seat next to his son, unknowingly setting Janus even more on edge.

Please say he’s across the country. Please say he’s in another state. Please say he’s ANYWHERE but close by-

“Oh, we’re making a game of it!”

Janus’ curiosity peaked, but his anxiety remained on hold just in case.

“Every time we meet, we get to ask one yes or no question, then whoever guesses the other’s location first wins! Isn’t that exciting!?”

His enthusiasm was contagious. Patton was practically bouncing in his chair, “Oh that’s so cute!! It’s just like a romcom!”, he began, then corrected, “Oh, unless you’re both platonic, don’t worry kiddo, that’s fine too-”

“Thanks popstar, but I um,”, Emile flushed a little, hiding in his pastel yellow cardigan, “I really like him. I know it’s dumb ‘cause we only just met but… but he’s so cool!”

Janus listened in on his son’s adorable recounting of the encounter; how the two had talked about cartoons for hours, and the oddity of Remy flickering back and forth from the soulscape at first. The curiosity in Janus won out as he finished cooking their breakfast and brought their plates to the table.

“He sounds like a lovely young man,”, Janus led with, hoping to at least quell some of his fears, “Do we get to know what he looks like, perhaps?”

Patton gasped excitedly, “Yessss!! Then if we pass him on the street, we can say hello!”

Thankful for Patton’s backup, if not for the same reasons, Janus nodded and Emile enthusiastically took out his notebook to start trying to draw his soulmate from memory,

“Well, he’s got really gorgeous eyes! And lots of freckles!-”

His pencils were almost combusting at the sheer speed Emile was working up the more he got excited about his soulmate. His fathers both unknowingly thought back to his adoption; he’d been so shy at first, barely able to look either of them in the eye, but after just a couple of weeks being allowed to express himself creatively in ways he hadn’t been able to do before with his birth parents, Emile had grown into the same excitable young lad they were watching right that second. Wordlessly, Patton slid his hands into Janus’ hold, who sweetly returned the loving gesture with a soft lacing of their fingers together.

They were inches from leaning in for a kiss momentarily before Emile excitedly announced that he was done, “This is him! Isn’t he the coolest?!”

Janus scanned the drawing, noting both his son’s artistic talent and feeling a small burst of relief. The kid didn’t resemble Remus at all. For now at least he could sleep easy knowing he wouldn’t have to face his ex again.

Janus ate his words three months later.

Emile and Remy had continued to meet within their dreams, playing their guessing game as always until, thanks to Patton’s help, he managed to guess close enough to Remy’s location. True to his word, Remy had given Emile the address and lo and behold, they were only a couple of miles away from each other.

Janus couldn’t say he wasn’t happy for them, he was thrilled in fact. However, as he stood at the front door of Remy’s parents house staring at the face of his ex boyfriend, he couldn’t deny the urge he had to run away immediately. The moment of silence was unbearable. Perhaps he could pretend he didn’t know- “Well shit, it IS you, Snake Face!”

Nevermind.

Janus resisted the urge to scratch at the eczema that adorned the left half of his face, clearing his throat, “It’s good to see you too, Remus.”

Patton and Emile were shocked by the revelation, while Virgil and Remy were entirely unphased. Though Remy was certainly more preoccupied by his soulmate.

Emile was so much cuter in person; his jade green eyes, his honey skin, the cute puff of purple hair, the dorkiest Disney themed sweater Remy had ever seen. It took him a second to realise he was staring too long and blocking the door.

“Oh, uh, come in or whatever, babes.”

He reached out to lead his soulmate into the house, followed by a gaggle of awkward parents.

“So, Jan, darling,”, Patton piped up, “How do you and um-“

“Remus!”, the man grinned.

“You and Remus know each other?”

Janus was about to answer with a well crafted lie when Remus beat him to the punch, “Oh! Dee’s my ex!”

The immediate silence that followed from all six occupants of the house was so much worse than Janus had anticipated. Emile sported an expression of shock, and he didn’t want to hazard seeing Patton’s face. Seeing how disappointed he’d be that he’d lied to him-

“Oh! Well that was ….. Un-ex-pected!”, Patton punned, earning mostly groans but a hearty chuckle from Remus. Janus looked over to his husband, stunned to note that he didn’t seem angry. Perhaps he’d been worried over nothing after all.

Virgil was first to speak up as they offered the others a seat on the sofa while Remy and Emile were excused to go play video games while the adults talked.

“So I take it you didn’t tell your..“, Remus stalled, hoping Patton would fill in the pieces.

“Husband.”

“Husband,”, Remus began, “that we used to hardcore date back in the day?”

Janus felt his stomach lurch as Patton shifted beside him; neither farther away nor closer to him. Perhaps that made it much worse.

“In my defense, Remus, we both knew it wasn’t exactly anything serious-”

Okay, maybe that wasn’t the best thing to say. It was brief, but Janus noted the flash of disappointment in Remus’ eyes. Not exactly that of a hopeful ex lover realising they didn’t have a second chance, mind you. More so someone who clearly had wanted a close friendship, or at least SOME kind of meaningful relationship with the man he’d grown close to.

Man, Janus felt like such a bastard.

“Apologies, Remus. I didn’t mean to sound so harsh-“

“It’s fine, Snake ‘n’ Flake,”, Okay maybe Janus didn’t feel too bad, “I mean, it stings a little but whatever. We both found our soulmates, so who cares about what we got up to on campus-”

Patton cleared his throat politely, but firmly, “Sorry to interrupt but um, Virgil, was it? How long had you known about it?”

Janus knew that expression; Patton’s “I want to know how much of a fool I’ve been” face was unmistakable. Maybe he was mad at Janus after all.

Virgil snorted, playing with their hoodie strings in a stimming gesture, “Dude, his opening line when we met was “I hope you don’t mind that this ass has some mileage on it.”. Remus doesn’t do subtlety.”

Maybe if Janus wished hard enough the floor would eat him alive. Patton gave a quiet, thoughtful nod and the conversation diverted unexpectedly after that. Not that Janus wasn’t relieved, but the way Patton seemed to pivot so quickly into another topic felt all too much like he was avoiding the whole thing. Janus may be a coward, but seeing his husband try to act like the information wasn’t hurting him was so much worse. He dug his phone out of his pocket and feigned surprise,

“... Would you excuse me, I have a missed business call, it won’t take a second.”

Virgil and Remus watched him go, Patton giving him the smallest nod in acknowledgement for now as the conversation swerved back into more parenting talk.

Janus wasn’t sure how long Patton would give it before he came out to the front porch to talk; they’d had the system in place ever since they realised Emile would get curious and listen into their conversations sometimes. Missed business calls for Janus, another long catch up with his Aunt Patty for Patton. Both were code phrases for the same thing: we need to talk.

Patton had given it five minutes before he’d come to check in on Janus. The quietness of the surrounding neighbourhood let them indulge in the tinkling from an obviously homemade wind chime dangling above the porch.

“..... I was afraid you’d be disappointed in me.”, came Janus’ quiet admission under the warm sun rays that tickled his already partially dry skin, “Or worse. That you wouldn’t want me if I told you-”

“That’s ridiculous, Jan.”

Patton rarely interrupted anyone - purely out of politeness and the goodness of his heart - but he wouldn’t stand to hear his husband of eight years talk about himself that way, “If you keep talking bad about yourself I’m going to physically fight you.”

There was no bite to his words, but more a firm tone that settled Janus’ nerves somewhat.

“I suppose, but still. I understand that you’re most likely upset with me. I lied to you. And admittedly to Remus as well, but that’s-”

“I’m not upset.”

Pat gently caressed Janus’ rough cheek, paying his skin condition no mind as he reassured him, “I am a little disappointed.”, there’s the fatherly tone, “But none of this would ever be enough to make me leave you or anything if that’s what you were worried about. You’re stuck with me.”. Patton shot Janus a sunshine smile and the cutest blep he’d ever seen, to which the latter felt his heart positively melt, “And you’re stuck with a snake boy.”

The way Patton laughed ignited his bones and sent every nerve ending in his body soaring on high. By Gods, he loved him. Of course, Janus knew he loved Patton since they’d first met in their dreams - both being rather late to establish their connection at their early 20s - from the moment he’d laid eyes on him and heard the words, “Hey there! I’m sorry it took so long to meet you! I guess I was .... Patton-Pending!”.

“Seriously, where’re all there snake jokes slithering their way out of?”

Janus held in a snort-laugh, “Ah, I used to own a pet snake in college. She escaped the first night I stayed in the dorms and caused a minor lockdown. Once I got her back, the nickname got spread around like wildfire thanks to Remus calling me Snake Face affectionately for months.”

Janus’ sigh screamed exhaustion, but his tone spoke of fondness. Patton chuckled sweetly, “At least he didn’t mean it in a mean way. Otherwise he’d be hiss-tory if I got a hold of him!”

Goddammit, Janus was weak for his husband’s awful puns. Stifling the belly laugh that wanted to break out of him in favour of a curt snort of amusement, “I can take care of myself, fangs you very much.”. Their mutual punning session went back and forth until a knock at the door behind them reminded the two that they weren’t at home. Virgil’s voice came from the other side of the door,

“You both alright out there?”

Patton quickly called back, “Yep! We’ll be right back in a second!”

“Cool, I’m making hot cocoa, just lemme know how you like it once you’re done.”

Janus sighed and stood up. He already began to feel tense again, but Patton gently rose and took hold of his hands,

“You should apologise to him, y’know. Remus, I mean.”, Patton clarified, “I know you noticed.”

Patton didn’t clarify further, he knew Janus knew what he meant. The way Remus had covered up how much what he’d said before hurt. Besides, he already had something to apologise to the eccentric trash rat for anyway so..

“I know. Can you keep Virgil company for me in the meantime?”

Patton nodded enthusiastically, “Of course! They promised to show me their tattoos later anyway!”

Janus wasn’t surprised his husband was enthralled by something so artsy, chuckling softly to himself as he and Patton rejoined the others only to walk in on the Dukes rather intensely making out just shy of the kitchen island. Patton averted his eyes while Janus rolled his and just cleared his throat undeterred.

“I do hope we’re not interrupting anything.”

Just like this morning, Virgil nearly leapt out of their skin and embarrassedly ushered Remus out of the kitchen. Patton decided to swap in and help Virgil prep the drinks, while Janus sat with Remus in the living room once again.

“I owe you an apology, Remus.”, Janus took a deep breath in, “Actually, I owe you two.“

He hazarded a look at Remus, anticipating perhaps shock or surprise, but instead the human embodiment of a muscle cramp was trying to sit upside down on the sofa next to Janus. If he were honest, Janus was more disappointed in himself for not assuming Remus would be the same mangey gremlin he’d been used to.

“You’re aware I’m attempting to be serious?”

“Yep.”

“And you’re going to continue sitting like that?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you aware that talking to you is like attempting to win a game of “But Why?” with a three year old?”

“Mhm!”

Janus massaged his temples and Remus, thankfully, relented. He didn’t remove himself from the seat and sit like a human being, he simply flicked Janus in the side.

“You act like I’m a bitch to talk to, but fucking hell, cutting the umbilical cord was less taxing than this.”

The snarky remark did get a chortle out of Janus, “Ah, then Remy’s..?“

“Yep! Fresh outta my insides!”, Remus cackled. Janus rolled his eyes.

“Charming.”

“Nah, that’s my brother, I’m more….. the Demented type.”

“I’m aware,”, Janus retorted, “I remember having to drag you across campus to get your stomach pumped after the Everything Cocktail you downed at the annual Halloween Party.”

Remus let out a barking laugh and nearly slid off the sofa, “In my defense, the hot sauce, caramel, chicken strip, coffee, shrimp, marinara sauce, peanut butter, and six spoons of… was it horseradish or mayo?”

“Horseradish.”, Janus shuddered.

“That’s the bitch.”, Remus continued, “They weren’t so bad. The celery was what fucking sucked ass. And the carrots.”

Ah, the nostalgia.

Granted, the trip down memory lane was the most wonderful mix of chaotic and bumpy, but the longer he took to address the issue, the worse Janus felt. He must’ve let his expression slip because Remus immediately stopped his rambling and finally let out a tired exhale,

“Listen, if what you said earlier is still eating at you like a piranha in your gut, then it’s fine. Really. I mean sure, it sucked cactus dick knowing you didn’t feel as serious about us as I did at the time, but-”

“It wasn’t true.”, Janus cut in, “What I’d said. I was trying to soften the impact, I suppose. You did and still honestly do mean a lot to me, Remus.”

There’s the shock he’d expected. Remus’ eyes were trained fully on Janus, waiting for a sign of deceit, but thankfully, he detected nothing.

“Huh. Cool.”

It was pretty lackluster, but Janus could tell Remus was glad. At least for now.

“Actually, I wouldn’t get too comfortable yet, I have another apology to issue. Or, I suppose, another lie to set right.”

Oh boy. Janus inhaled, he’d gotten this far. No backing out now.

“When we broke up, I told you it was simply because I didn’t want to date you anymore. Then the week after, my soulmate miraculously appeared in my dreams. But that was a two faced lie.”

Remus cocked his head to the side, wincing while he tried to shuffle around and get comfy due to his gravity defying seating arrangement.

“So…. what happened for real?”

Janus sighed, “.... The week before we broke up, I met him in my dreams. Patton just appeared, and I fell in love instantly. I… I felt awful. Like I was cheating on both of you-”

“Jan-”

“Please, Remus, let me finish.”

Remus sighed, crossing his arms, which looked rather comical when upside down.

“I know you and I always said there’d be no shame if the connection eventually happened to emerge, yet when I saw him there for the first time I just-”

“You felt guilty anyway.”

It was Janus’ turn to be surprised as Remus finally rolled off of the sofa to climb back on and sit… less like a cryptid.

“Same thing happened the first time I saw Virgil.”

Remus snickered at the further shocked expression Janus sported.

“Yeah, I know. Me, King Garbage, Lord of the Thots, no brains or remorse…. feeling guilty. But I get it. It’s really different the first time you see ‘em. Either way, you shouldn’t feel bad for feeling worried or being scared, Snake Face. Although it does hurt like a skewered ballsack that you lied to me about it though. So..”

In retaliation for such a heinous crime, Remus reached over and grabbed Janus’ fancy lil hat, and with a practiced ease that had his ex both enraged and astonished, ring tossed the thing through the small opening in the window, landing it in the small decorative bird bath just outside.

“...... Remus Duke, before I beat the everloving shit out of you for old times sakes,”, Janus uttered lowley, threatening but with a familiar fondness that reminded Remus of their days causing havoc on campus and speed bullshitting essays like it was their birthright, “I want you to know that that little stunt was incredibly impressive...”

Upstairs, oblivious to the conversation and scuffle their fathers were enthralled in, Remy and Emile had mostly been playing games, watching cartoons and chatting away together. They’d just put on some Adventure Time when Emile looked over at Remy, noting he was falling asleep. Emile considered trying to do the same to surprise him in their dream space when Remy jolted back awake.

“Oh shit, how long was I out babes?”

Emile shook his head, “Not long. Does… that happen often?”

“Like, all the time. My sleep cycle is a roulette wheel, I’m sure of it.”, Remy lamented, shuffling closer to Emile on the edge of the bed, carefully not to knock over his laptop.

“Do you think our parents are getting along? I’m gonna like, throw hands if they ruin things with their adult bullshit.”

Emile shyly shuffled closer, leaning his head upon Remy’s, who savoured the feel of the slightly taller boy’s coiled hair against his forehead. Downstairs, Emile could hear a scuffle alongside his Papa’s worried attempts to calm down whatever was happening, and began to recognise Virgil’s annoyed interjections. He wasn’t too distressed however; his father’s upbeat tone and what sounded like Remus’ maniacal cackle assured him there was probably nothing to be worried about.

“Something tells me they’re getting along just fine.”, Emile smiled brightly at Remy, “How about one more episode then we can go check?”

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Hoooly shit this took ages.

I promise I’m workin to catch up, I’m gonna do this or die tryin’!! For small clarifications:

- Virgil is NB/Agender and uses They/Them

- Remus is a Trans Man and uses He/Him

I didn’t specify much for the other characters purely because I could see them being anywhere on the gender spectrum, they can be whatever you prefer to read them as.

I really dunno how well this one read if I’m honest, it just kept branching from cute Remile focused fic to Families’ First Meeting kinda thing???

@tsshipmonth2020

Taglist: @somehow-i-got-an-account @cateye-glasses @fandomsofrandom

#remile #dukexiety #moceit #dukeceit #remy sanders #emile picani #cartoon therapy #janus sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #soulmate september #fanfics #my fics #this took so long aaaaaaaa

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writingblock101 · 4 years

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Teasing (Jason Todd x Reader)

You know, I meant to write this sooner, then I found a really good fic series that I’m going to be posting the link for.

Request for anon: Jason and Funny 1 (”What do I look like? A knight in shining armor?”) and Fluff 6 (”Do you have any fucking clue what you do to me?”)

Warnings: it’s a bit sexual so do with that what you will

Tags: @idkmanicantenglish @mayahoelland2013

Word Count: 1,700 words

Jason pins you against the wall, his warm hands sliding under your shirt as you knot your fingers into his hair, sucking a dark hickey under his jaw. He groans, one hand pulling you flush against him while the other braces itself against the wall. You smirk to yourself, feeling his fingers twitch against your side as he lets out a sigh. Right under Jason’s jaw has always been one of his sensitive spots which you are always sure to utilize.

He pulls you into a searing kiss then breaks away for a moment to pull your shirt over your head and shower the newly exposed skin with kisses, love bites, and hickeys. You tilt your head back resting it against the wall with a blissful sigh and wrap both of your arms around Jason’s neck. He hikes one of your legs up against his waist and is about to pick you up when a knock at the door interrupts your activities.

Jason barely acknowledges the knock, fully picking you up and bracing you against the wall, but you pause, opening your eyes and looking toward the door.

“Jay, were we expecting anyone today?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Jason mumbles against your skin, grinding his hips against yours. “They’ll come back,” He promises, kissing you again.

You give in, melting into the kiss as Jason’s hands slide up your thighs. You run your hands down his defined shoulders. Someone knocks at the door again. This time, you both ignore it, until you hear a familiar voice.

“Jase? Y/N?” Dick calls.

“Oh shit,” You curse, breaking away from Jason. “What’s today?”

Jason frowns but shifts his hands holding you to glance at his watch.

“The 17th?” Realization dawns on him. “Oh fuck, I completely forgot we invited him over. We could--”

“We can’t blow him off,” You roll your eyes. “That would be the third time you’ve canceled these plans.”

“I had valid reasons!” Jason argues.

“You did,” You admit. “Pop up missions with the Outlaws are valid. Sex isn’t.”

“I beg to differ,” Jason grinds against you again, showing he is very hard.

“Wow, sounds like your life is pretty hard,” You grin.

Jason groans with an eye roll.

“A dick joke? In a time like this? You wound me.”

“I don’t see a better time for one,” You grin, giving Jason a quick kiss. “Now, let me down before your brother bothers our neighbors.”

Jason groans again, mumbling something about Dick being a cockblock, but lets you down so you can put your shirt on.

“You answer the door,” He grumbles. “I gotta go fix this,” He gestures to his crotch. “Since apparently you won’t help me in my time of need.”

You roll your eyes with a grin, adjusting your shirt.

“What do I look like? A knight in shining armor?”

“No,” Jason murmurs to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He presses a kiss against your ear, making you shiver. “You look like--”

Dick knocks at the door again.

“Guys?” He calls hesitantly, interrupting Jason’s last chance to talk dirty to you.

“Oh, cockblocked again,” You wince with a grin. “Go take care of your friend, horndog. I’ll talk to your brother.”

Jason grumbles again, smacks your ass then heads back to the bedroom. You open the door to see a very puzzled looking Dick, frowning at his phone.

“Hey, Dick,” You greet. “Sorry, we didn’t hear you. I was in the bedroom and Jason’s in the shower.”

“It’s all good,” Dick grins. “I was worried I knocked on the wrong door.”

“Come in,” You step aside, allowing Dick in. “How are you?”

Dick shrugs, tossing his jacket on the couch.

“Just got back from the Manor. I wanted to check on Damian and Duke.”

“I’m sure they appreciate that, especially Duke.”

While you haven’t gotten a chance to meet Duke personally, Jason speaks very highly of him.

“Yeah, I’m not worried about him,” Dick sits on the couch opposite of you. “He’s smart and he’s not looking for Bruce to be his dad which I think will save him from a lot of problems. I’m more worried about Damian.”

“What’s going on?” You frown.

Dick sighs, running his hand through his hair.

“Bruce has been stressed lately so he’s been really throwing himself into being Batman which is leaving Damian in the dust. He’s not being a parent to Damian and I’m afraid Dames is going to do something reckless.”

“Did you try talking to Bruce?” You try, despite probably knowing the answer.

Dick chuckles.

“Went about as well as you think it did.”

“Huge blow out argument?” You wince.

“Not quiet that bad, but enough for me to storm out of the Cave. I might take Dames back to Blud with me for a few days so Bruce can get his shit together.”

“He’s going to need a lot longer than a few days to do that,” Jason says as he walks into the living room, his hair wet.

You notice Dick eyeing the hickey you left under Jason’s jaw, but he doesn’t say anything, probably connecting the dots on the real reason you and Jason didn’t answer the door.

Dick chuckles.

“Fair. You heard from Cass recently?”

Jason shrugs, sitting next to you, his arm stretched across the back of the couch.

“She sends me selfies. She seems to be enjoying Hong Kong, but I think she misses us.”

Dick smiles fondly.

“Yeah, I miss her too, but I’m sure she and Steph are living it up.”

“Of course they are,” Jason rolls his eyes. “How could they not?”

The three of you continue catching up, Dick telling you about the craziness in Bludhaven while Jason tells Dick about the Outlaws. Eventually, Dick produces the original reason he and Jason made plans-- Dick was outraged to learn that Jason has never seen Fight Club. Once getting some movie snacks and resettling on the couch, you start the movie, curled up against Jason’s side.

While you enjoy Fight Club, you’ve seen this movie before and instead get distracted by another idea. You casually spread a blanket over your and Jason’s laps, and glance over at Dick who’s on the opposite couch, engrossed in the movie. Perfect.

You shift against Jason’s chest, your arm casually laying on his thigh, your hand dangling in dangerous territory. He doesn’t seem to notice, or mind. Instead, he curls his arm tighter around your shoulders, pulling you close. It’s when you causally brush your hand over his crotch that Jason tense for a moment. He relaxes again, probably chalking it up to an accident.

You move again, this time, pressing against him with more purpose, but keeping it brief. Jason quirks an eyebrow, looking down to give you a look, but you smile innocently, and redirect your attention to the movie. You wait a minute, then reach under the blanket and cup Jason through his sweatpants, rubbing your palm against his hardening dick.

Jason grabs your wrist under the blanket.

“You are in very dangerous territory,” He murmurs lowly to you, sending chills down your spine.

You grin mischievously then lean up and press a soft kiss to Jason’s jaw. His grip on your wrist and shoulder momentarily tighten then he shifts his hand so that he’s holding your hand, stopping you from your teasing antics.

You smile victoriously to yourself, leaning against Jason again. While it’s fun to tease Jason, with Dick being here, it’s a very fine line of teasing Jason versus making him uncomfortable. Some couples might go for the full-on hand-job under the blankets with a relative in the room; however, just as you wouldn’t be okay with Jason doing anything too risky with someone else in the room, you’re not going to give him a hand-job with his brother is sitting on the opposite couch. All your teasing stays above the clothes.

A few more minutes of the movie goes by before you decide you to try your luck in a different form. You shift against Jason again, this time, wiggling your way into his lap. He adapts easily, wrapping his arms around your waist, and rests his chin on your shoulder.

You lay back against him, happy to let him hold you. In this position, you’re getting the ultimate double whammy. While you are very happy to be close to Jason and shower him with affection, you know every time you shift, you press against his dick, and you know your efforts are not going unnoticed.

You turn, pressing a kiss to his cheek and lightly scrape your nails up and down his arms. As you shift, Jason’s arms tighten around your waist momentarily. You continue your antics throughout the movie, occasionally moving to kiss Jason’s cheek or neck, or shifting down against him. By the end of the movie, you can feel that he is fully hard.

“Did you like it?” Dick asks, glancing over at you two once the movie credits start rolling.

He hasn’t seemed to notice you doing anything unusual which was your intent.

“It was good,” Jason nods. “I really liked it.”

Dick grins then stands up, stretching dramatically.

“Well, I’ve gotta get back to Bludhaven and I’m sure you two want to resume your previous activity from before I got here,” He grins at you and Jason, who’s gone very red.

“W-what?!” He sputters.

Dick points at his own neck.

“Yeah, the hickey isn’t discrete there, dude.”

Jason glares at you who laughs with a shrug.

“Sorry, babe,” You grin, not sounding sorry at all.

“Your shower story wasn’t very plausible either,” Dick shrugs while Jason looks like he wants to sink through the couch.

“Can we talk about something else?” He groans, making Dick laugh.

“I won’t torture you anymore, Little Wing,” Dick ruffles Jason’s hair who swats at him. “Thanks for letting me hang out. Bye guys!”

“Bye Dick!” You call to him, then right as the door shuts, Jason has you on your back, pinned to the couch with your hands trapped above your head.

He hovers above you, using his hips to hold yours in place.

“Do you have any fucking clue what you do to me?” He murmurs, grinding against you.

“I can take I guess, but I’d prefer you to show me,” You grin.

“Gladly,” Jason promises, then dips his head for a long kiss.

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calumance · 4 years

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58 or 59 for the prompt list with cal! I'm thinking a little angst-y but I feel like there's a million different ways you can approach this one! can't wait to see what you come up with, lovie!! ☺️💗

58. “Where have you been?!”

59. “You could have at least left a note. We were worried about you.”

I did both because why the heck not, and it’s kind of angsty only because I’m in an angsty mood. Hope you like it!! ☺️☺️

The past few weeks have been hectic, to say the least. With the state still on lockdown, both you and Calum had to work from home. At first it wasn’t a big deal, but then it got crazy. You had originally set up your work station in the office, but then you had to move it because of all the interviews Calum had to do. So, you moved it to the living room, which was practical because that was supposed to be the space you escape work to. Finally, you ended up setting everything up at the dining room table, which still ended up being in the way, but you dealt with it.

It was the weekend, which meant you didn’t have to work, but it seemed that Calum always had to work. Which you’d never complain about, but something inside you wished he had a chance to just sit on the couch with you and watch a movie. As you sat on the couch, Calum ran around the house setting up his music equipment to film a few videos. As much as you wanted to help him, you knew you would just be in the way. He started to set up his equipment right outside the living room which meant that it was time for you to move to not interrupt him. You shut off the tv and made your way out of the living room. Originally you thought that being locked down with Calum would mean getting to spend an unlimited amount of time with him, but it was starting to feel like you were spending even less time with him now. Calum walked past you with his bass and some headphones wrapped around his neck and you sighed. It was like you were invisible all of the sudden.

You made your way down the hallway and grabbed a book you’ve been wanting to read from the shelf. You tucked it into the crook of your elbow until you found your bag where you slid it in along with a notepad and some pens. After the bag was packed the way you wanted, you walked down the hallway to see Calum with his headphones on and playing music, the camera rolling. Not wanting to interrupt him, you opened the front door and walked out of the house, shutting the door as quietly as possible. Once the door was secure, you started walking, putting you hands in your packet and watching your feet. As you walked, you allowed the wind to push your hair out of your face, a small smile spreading on your lips as the chill in the breeze cooled down your warm skin. When you finally reached the park, you found a bench to sit on and pulled out your notepad.

As the notepad laid on your lap, you dug through you bag and pulled out a pen. There was no one else in the park, it was just you and the birds. You started writing, writing all of the sounds you heard, all of the colors you saw. Anything that brought a smile to your face. You wrote about Calum and how you felt like you didn’t exist to him anymore. You’re smile faded, and you dropped your pen. You closed your note pad and pulled out your book, flipping to the first page.

You made it halfway through the book when you decided it was time to go home. Shuffling through your bag, you realized you left your phone at the house, there was no way for you to know how long you had actually been gone. After shoving everything into your bag, you started your walk home. When you walked through the front door, you shut it quietly, expecting Calum to still be working. The house was oddly silent but your shrugged it off and made your way to the bedroom to put your bag down. “Babe, is that you?” Calum called out as he rounded the corner, causing you to stop in your tracks. “Where have you been?!” He asked as he threw his arms around you.

You wrapped your arms around him in response. “I went to the park to read.” It was then that you caught sight of the clock and realized you had been gone for multiple hours. “I didn’t mean to be gone for so long. You were recording something when I left, I figured you’d still be working when I got back.” The thought of telling him how you actually felt crossed your mind, but you decided against it.

He pulled away from you, keeping his hands on your shoulder, “You could have at least left a note. We were worried about you.”

You lifted an eyebrow and cracked a smile, “We?”

“Yeah, me and Duke.” He nodded, and smiled, even though he was being completely serious. You shook your head and let out a soft chuckle. “All seriousness, why didn’t you say anything when you left? I freaked out when I couldn’t find you, and you left your phone here. I had no way to reach you, and you had no way to reach me if you were in trouble.” Calum lifted his hand from your shoulder and caressed your cheek.

The emotions started to boil over feeling his soft and loving touch. The tears started to well in your eyes as you tried to speak. “Everything’s been so crazy these past few weeks. I’ve felt completely invisible to you. I left without saying anything because I honestly didn’t think you’d notice.” A tear rolled down your cheek and you wiped it away before Calum could. “I didn’t mean to leave my phone here, though. Just meant to go sit at the park and relax for a bit.”

Calum reached forward and pulled you back into his chest. His right hand slowly running through your hair, his lips resting on the top of your head. “You’re not invisible. I see you even when you don’t think I see you. I’m sorry I haven’t given you the attention you deserve lately. Why don’t we take the rest of today and tomorrow to just be with each other. No work, no phones, nothing, just us.”

You smiled and nodded against his chest. Your arms squeezing him tightly, “I’d love that.”

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 4 years

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Best Friend Pact- Part 2: To Lovers

Calum attempts to drink the sadness away one night at a party, but his friend, Neveah, doesn’t let him completely. And in their stalled journey off sobriety, they make a secret pact. Black!OC

CW: Over the course of this series there are mentions of pregnancy, birth, death, and death related trauma. Please proceed with caution.

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"You're going to want to see this," Calum calls out. Neveah's leaning against the wall just outside the bathroom, terrified to step inside. If it's another negative pregnancy test, she's going to cry. She can already feel the pressure building in her chest.

"I can't," she croaks. "I can't do this."

The toilet flushes before Calum steps out of the bathroom, arms behind his back. He wouldn't be holding negative tests, would he? What an awful trick to play on her. "You're a giant asshole," she hisses, "if those aren't positive tests, you're a giant asshole."

His lips quirk down for a second. He'd never do such a thing. She dreads this every couple of months they do this. Just to make sure though her periods are indication enough. Her eyes always fall when the plastic screen comes back with the same result. She always gives the heaviest sighs and her shoulders sit heavier on her shoulders. He would never lie to her. Not at a time like this. "So am I a little asshole if they're positive?"

"Just give me the bad news."

"Bad news, you're gonna have to officially move into my bedroom. Good news, the baby already has a room established." As the words are falling from his lips, he can feel his lips lifting in joy. He watches her groan, throwing her head back into the wall, before snapping up.

"What? Are you serious?" Her voice carries down the hallway, making Duke lift his head to the sound from the living room. "I'm pregnant?" she questions in a whisper.

Calum nods, grin widening. He holds out the capped tests. Her hands tremble. Neveah remembers this feeling, knows the nerves all too well. On their second try, she noticed a faint positive line. She was excited and rushed to Calum in the backyard. His heart nearly burst out his chest, but they had to be smart and had to be triple sure. A couple of days later, they took another test. That one was negative, much more clear that time. Tears are blurring her vision.

"Please tell me it's not another false positive," she croaks, sagging into the wall. "Please, God, I can't."

Calum shakes his head. "No, no, babe, it's not. It's not I promise." Her tears fall, shoulders shaking visibly now. Calum places the test back onto the sink counter before pulling her into a hug, whispering into her hair. "Ssh, it's okay. We'll take another one just to show you. It's a real positive, I promise."

"I'm really gonna be a mom?" Calum nods, sighing a soft yes into her ear. That phrase, yes, she is going to be a mom. The mother to his child. "And you're going to be a dad."

His breath catches in his throat. He's going to be a dad. Holy fuck, it's becoming real. This is not just a plan. It's no longer just a fantasy. It's real. His eyes start to sting. The tears are coming. His throat tightens, but god he can't stop smiling. "Thank you," he breathes. "Thank you so much. You're amazing. I can never repay you for doing this for me."

"This baby is repayment enough."

The panic sets in after going to the doctors. They are really going to have a baby. Staring down at the sonogram after the eight-week mark. They make it into the lobby of the building, the OBGYN is in a bigger center of other offices before the trembles finally overtake her. "Fuck," she whispers.

Calum squeezes her hand, pulling her to some chairs. "Deep breathe. It's gonna be okay."

As she settles down, gripping tight at the wooden armrests. "It's real. Like, I'm growing a tiny human, tiny fingers."

Calum squats in front of her legs, hands gently resting on her knees. He can see the slight tremble to her upper lip too. Soothing gently strokes up and down her cotton covered thigh, the warmth of Calum's palm are the only things that keep her semi-grounded. "Hey, it's okay. We've talked about this."

"I know. I just- fuck." Her hands gravitate towards her stomach. The tiny beep and thump from the ultrasound still ringing in her ears. They had come a long way from praying on bathroom tiles that they test would be positive. Now, they're holding onto sonograms, listening to a heartbeat. It feels way too heavy, but not really at the same time. Calum hums, rubbing still at her thigh. It's silent between them. What can he say that will ground her? Words fail him repeatedly unless he's writing them down. He stays there, deep in a squat, knees and thighs screaming at him to stand, and rubs her thigh.

"If it's a boy can we paint the room red?" Neveah asks after a couple of minutes silence. This is her baby, his baby–their baby. It's okay to be scared, she figures. If she weren't scared, that would be worse. "Nerves are good, right?"

Calum nods. "Nerves are okay. Thoughts on yellow if it's a girl?"

A smile lifts her cheeks. "I like the sound of that."

"Besides, you've waned yourself off coffee which is a miracle in and of itself. You haven't had deli meat in months. You never ate raw fish or meat, so that won't be hard. The cheese thing might be hard."

"I just love cheese. It's not a crime."

Calum chuckles, brushing his fingers over her cheek. "Never said it was. Things are going to be okay. They're going to be better than okay. I believe in you. In us."

Us. He's yet to use that term. What are they? Friends? Co-parents? Crazy? He's not sure. And either is she. There's more to worry about though, bigger issues to jump over. What they are, if anything, always slips to the back of her mind. Until now. Until us.

It's not just her having a baby. It's not just her having Calum's baby. Things are different now. He pulls her in closer now. She finally managed to leave her apartment, the lease ending two months ago and officially moved in with him. She had been staying at his place so much, her apartment was beginning to just feel like a storage unit. Both of them agreed that it would be easier if she just moved in now.

"Us," she whispers, testing the word on her tongue, tasting it as she hisses on the 's'. It's not off-putting. She tries it out one last time, "Us. That's reassuring."

Calum stands, swallowing the groan building in his chest. He's not built for that much squatting. "Let's go get something to eat. We have to figure out who's parents to tell first."

"Yours are halfway across the world, unfortunately."

He nods, threading his fingers through hers. He's started doing this more often. Calum's not too concerned about his parents being far. Ideally, he would've had kids back in Sydney, away from the stiff and plastic Valley. But when crazy opportunities present themselves, you take them. He's worried thought about her mother. She hasn't told him about the doctor's appointment again, but he hears her in the backyard sometimes a sob breaking past her lips. "We'll tell your family first," he offers. "It'll be good news, yeah?"

He keeps his gaze straight ahead, double checking that no cars are coming as they cross to the other side of the parking lot to his car. She watches him, the way he blinks rapidly. He does this when he's covering something up. "You know she's sick again."

"I didn't want to bring it up until you were ready." They stop outside the passenger door. Calum reaching to open the door, but she stops him. "I was going to take Duke out and I heard you on the phone, crying. I didn't–I didn't know what to do. I thought if I went out to comfort you, you'd think I was eavesdropping. Which I wasn't. But now it sounds stupid that I didn't. I'm sorry."

"There's no reason to be sorry, Calum. You care. I get it."

"I should've done something though."

"We don't keep crying over spilled milk. The first cry is okay. You've apologized. You don't have to keep apologizing. We can tell my parents first. They need some good news." She turns to open the door and Calum holds onto her hip gently. She turns back around.

"I'm not crying over spilled milk. But I need you to know I do care. I'm terrible at expressing that at times. But I need you to know that."

"I know, Cal. Twelve years plus years I've known you, I haven't forgotten."

The apology presses against his teeth. He wants to say I'm sorry again. He needs to say it again, but the way she looks at him, resigned but somehow understanding makes him swallow it back down. She knows her fate, rocky and hard, but that's a sad beauty in life: everyone dies. Calum opens the door for her, closing the door once she's properly inside. He climbs into the driver seat, starting the car before turning to her. "Where do you want to go?"

She furrows her brows, facing him. "What do you mean? I thought you had a meeting and I have to get back to finish that proposal."

"But before the responsibilities, do you want to go somewhere?"

"You don't have to do all that as some sort of apology. I'd just like to grab something to eat, and relax at home."

"What about the dinner on 27th?"

It's her favorite little breakfast spot. She already took the day and because of Calum's meeting, they took the first appointment of the day. Double breakfast never hurt anyone. She looks to see Calum, brown eyes a little glassy. Not from tears, not from a drink, but from sadness and guilt. "I'd like that," she smiles. "Double french toast is calling my name."

"Double french toast coming right up."

Their drive is quiet, even the radio turned down low. While at a red light, Neveah reaches over, taking Calum's hand and presses a quick kiss to the back of it and up to his knuckles. He exhales at the action, glancing between her and the light. She whispers something against his skin. He hears the faint wisping of her breath and feels her lips moving against his skin. He can't make out what she says. Is it a prayer? He thinks he catches an amen at the end, but he dares not ask. Instead, he presses down on the gas, letting her pray into his skin. He hopes they're answered.

They get seated immediately and while Calum's looking over the menu, though it's not necessary, she finally speaks. "They aren't sure if she's gonna pull this last bout. She told me she wanted to make it until the baby was born."

A lump rises in Calum's throat. The question lingers on his tongue but he can't bring himself to ask. How long? "When did you first get this news?"

"Couple months back."

All the air expels out of his lungs and passes over his lips. He only overheard last week. Weeks she's been carrying this by herself. "You know I'm always here for you."

She nods, blinking rapidly. She's not necessarily a crier, but Calum watches the way her lower lip wobbles, the way she exhales. He stands and slides into the booth next to her, sliding an arm around her shoulder and pulling her into his chest. "As much as I know I'll miss her, I don't want her to suffer anymore," she cries into his chest. "But I want her to be able to see the baby. I feel awful, do I wish for her suffering or do I pray for her relief?"

Calum can't answer that. He can't even begin to understand what it would be like to know your parent is dying much sooner than anticipated. He can't say it's okay. Because it's not. It's not okay that she has to watch her mother die. It's not okay that she can't do anything about it. It's not okay. "It's gotta be tough," he soothes, hand never ceasing as he brushes it up and down. "Things will work out. It's okay to be sad."

It's so much more than okay to be sad. She has every right to be. But hearing Calum say that validates her, makes her feel human for her confliction. The waitress comes by wordlessly with two glasses of water and a stack of french toast. Calum nods over to her. "Thank you," he says quietly.

"I know her usual. What can I get you?"

His appetite left him without him even realizing. "I'm good. Thank you though." Calum does his best to soothe her, and to get her to at least have a sip or two of her water. The tears keep falling into his shirt and after a minute or two, he just lets her cry it out. Her shoulder shake against his body. Calum hums. He's had this riff in his head for a long time but hasn't actually played it on the bass yet. His chest rumbles in her ear and against her palms clenched tightly around his shirt. Her shaking stop as she listens to the husky rumble.

Calum doesn't cease his humming, afraid now. Not for her, for him. Neveah's hurting and he's just standing in the background. Slowly, she pulls away from him, sniffling just a little. Her face feels tight. She knows her eyes are puffy. Calum blinks rapidly, trying to keep the tears from rolling down his cheeks. She grabs more napkin, gently patting at his cheeks. "We're just a mess, aren't we?" she chuckles, a little surprised that Calum hasn't pulled her hand away.

"No, we're human. Very human as unfortunate as it is sometimes."

"It is an unfortunate condition at times. But if it helps, I'd rather be human with you."

Calum pushes the plate of probably cold french toast closer to her. "Same," he returns softly. "One of the few people I can actually be human with at this point."

"It's an honor," she states quietly, splitting the stack of bread. She knows when to give him his space. She knew when to pry him open. She was there for all the rants about all the people that broke his heart. They eat in silence; Calum resting his hand on her knee, thumb rubbing through the material. It is an honor to be here with her.

"You never come by here anymore," her dad teases as they enter the house. Calum gives him a hug.

"There's no excuse," Neveah returns, sliding out of her shoes.

"But in all seriousness, is everything alright?" He knows his daughter. Something is up. As the light flickers on her face, a smile curling her lips, he knows. "Upstairs, she's upstairs," he grins.

She leads the way, Calum following directly behind her up the stairs, her dad behind Calum. The stairs creak under their weight, a soft warning that people are on the way. The bedroom door is open, her mother lying in bed with the sheets wrapped around her legs.

She knocks on the open door. "Hi, Momma." Her voice is soft as she speaks. Calum hovers near the entry. He's only seen her mother healthy. He feels like he's intruding on a much too private moment.

"Sweetheart, what are you doing here?" The two women embrace, her mother, holding her close, kissing the top of her head. If Neveah jokes that Calum and his mother look like twins, then Neveah and her mother are on the same page. Both women have wide nostrils and a soft cupid's bow. The reddish hue of their undertones match to a 't' as well. Neveah has her father's eyes, but her mother's chin and jaw structure. The curls wrap around just the same too, though her mother's hair is cropped shorter than Neveah's.

As they pull apart, her mother waves Calum over. He hesitates, concerned for her health, but reaches down and hugs her. They talk for a little bit, Calum watching more than adding to the conversation. She reaches out after a minute, taking her mother's hand. "Good news, Momma."

They need not say much more before tears are welling in her mother's eyes, hands immediately resting on her stomach. "You're pregnant." The laugh and smile are confirmation enough. "Oh! Thank the high heavens," she cries. Calum is pulled into cuddle and mixture of tears. Her mother whispers to the both of them, "I'm not giving up. I'm going to meet this grandbaby."

A lump forms in Calum's throat. The amount of conviction in her tone makes his heart hurt a little. He knows she's going to fight hell and high water for this baby. He wants to give her any and every moment that he can.

Telling his parents is easier a few days later. As the resolution settles itself, his parents beam at him from the other side of the screen. "Good news I hope?" Joy asks.

"Well," Calum starts, glancing away to the sonogram sitting next to the laptop. "It's very good news." Neveah squeezes his hand, smiling. "We-she's pregnant."

The smile that overtakes his parents is palpable even through a screen. The laughter and cheers filter in through the speakers are loud and clear. His chest swells. He's going to be a dad, just like he wanted. "That's great!" Joy smiles. "I'm so happy for you two."

Their conversation ends about an hour later. They insist on coming to visit/stay a bit later in the pregnancy to help with the first few weeks after the baby is born. Neveah rests her head onto his shoulder. "Where do we even begin?"

He gently rests his head on top hers. "One day at a time."

Calum eyes his pack, fingers twirling around each other. He's been trying to quit. He knows it's not good for her or the baby because of secondhand smoke. But the unfortunate truth is that he's gotta leave. Neveah's only 22 weeks along. The promotional run won't be too long. He'll be back in two and a half months. She says she'll be fine. But he's worried.

What if she needs him? What if something happens? Who's going to be there for her, if he isn't? What if something serious happens with her mother in his time away? Her health is holding fairly steady- she's not getting worse, but there's been no improvement either. God, this is the worst time for him to leave. He should see if they can get it pushed back, or should've done all this earlier. Fuck, time really knows how to shit all over things.

"You've got your worried face on," she notes.

He shakes his head, pushing up from the couch and walking to the backyard. He just needs fresh air. That will help. Put him as far away from the pack as possible. He half expects her to follow immediately behind him. But it's silent besides the patter of Duke's paws. He settles into one of the seats and exhales, staring up into the blue sky. They both knew this was coming up, that the music couldn't be put on pause for too long. Hands press into his shoulders a minute or two later. Calum reaches up, guiding her around the seat into his lap.

"I'm worried about leaving you for so long," he whispers into the exposed skin of her short-sleeved shirt.

"I'm going to be okay. I promise. I have friends I can call. My dad said don't hesitate to call them." She pauses, the rest of her thought not daring to cross her lips.

"But you probably wouldn't because of your mother," Calum counters. He knows about a few of her coworkers. They're sweet. He knows they would help her out in her absence. He just doesn't want to be absent at all. Winding his arms around her stomach, he rests his palms flat against the bump. She can't fly, they have some international flights and the cutoff time is already passed for her. The urge to smoke rises again with his stress. He buries his face into her side, inhaling her scent. It's a mixture of the new detergent she's convinced him to use and her body wash.

"I don't want to leave you guys," Calum says softly.

"We're going to be alright. Me and baby girl Hood are tough."

Calum grins into her skin. He loves the sound of that. His baby, his daughter. "What if she were into football?"

"Wouldn't it just be karma if she liked art more?"

Calum rolls his eyes. "Yeah, and I wonder where she gets it from. I'm truly lost. Reckon it might be her dad as well."

With a laugh, Neveah swats at his knee. "Her momma, of course!" She looks down at Calum, a smile on her lips, eyebrow quirked. "Try that again, Hood and see what happens."

Calum laughs, hands still stroking the bump. He lives for these moments now. Them, away from all the noise. Just them. She shifts a little and Calum watches her as she watches out over the backyard. There's not much happening. It's just quiet, a soft breeze blowing over them. He wonders if this is love. Watching her when she's not even aware, smiling at her soft snores late at night when he can't sleep.

Is love worrying even when he knows he shouldn't? Is love knowing after a long day at work she will still cook for the both of them? Is love knowing that once her heart is set on something the only thing he can do is step aside because even he'll be damned if he gets in her way? Is love quiet like this moment? Did it creep up on people, building piece by piece? Is love built day in and day out, after watching her tape off wall molding, after watching her curl up with Duke for an afternoon nap, after watching her bring life to his little girl?

She said it was work and he didn't believe in it. He never had any reason to believe. What if love was quiet all along and didn't need to be believed in, and didn't need to be worked on because it was already doing all the work? Now wouldn't that be a sight, like her curling up a little in his lap? "Tired?" he asks, feeling something in his gut flip as her hair brushes over his neck. Not an urge anymore, not anticipation for relief due to nicotine. No, this is something warmer, something lighter.

She shakes her head. "Content."

"Content is good," he murmurs pressing his cheek to her curls and forehead.

They are silent for a few moments. Calum returns to his pondering. Is he falling for his best friend? Has he already fallen? Wouldn't that be just his life? To have snuck the very thing he had sworn out of his life right in under his nose, covered in the smell of shea butter, coconut, and hibiscus. Life would surely sneak it in in the sound of her laughter, her snorts too, and the coo of her voice when he's had a long day. Life would surely make sure to wrap up love in the warmth of her embrace, the bit of groveling in her voice, the ghosts of her breath tickling his chest. Life would absolutely do this to him.

"What if we're both wrong?" Calum asks.

"Wrong about what?"

"Wrong about love. Would you call me insane if I said I maybe believe in love again?"

"Being a parent does that, so no, I wouldn't call you insane."

It's not just the baby. That is a part of it for sure. For all the trouble it appears she goes through, the morning sickness that turned into all day nausea for the first few weeks, the swelling of her feet, the slow zap to her energy, the backaches, and her biggest foe, the constant bathroom trips, she doesn't complain too much. Too much being the operative words here, every now and then she'll pull the pregnancy card on Calum, usually with a teasing tone though he can see the seriousness in her eyes. More than all that, she's always been one of few people that he felt so open with immediately. It's not easy for him to be vulnerable, but with her, it's too goddamn easy.

"Have you ever wondered how you were so blind sometimes?" he whispers, suddenly terrified of the words about to leave his chest.

"The universe works silently sometimes. We don't always see it coming," she responds.

Calum exhales hard, pressing every ounce of oxygen out of lungs before inhaling deeply again. He's going to admit it. She might push away from him. She might cause a scene. But he can't keep the secret pressed in his gut anymore. "Yeah, like you don't always see how you're falling for your best friend."

She doesn't buck. She doesn't run. She keeps her head tucked under his chin. "You sure it's not because of the baby?"

He can't fault the question. "I'm very sure."

"This is going to sound strange. But don't hate me."

Here it is. She's going to shut him down like he should've done to himself long ago. "I'm pretty sure it's a two-way street. But," she pushes up. "But I've gotta know for sure. Not pretty sure, not with ninety percent conviction. I think about you at work, wonder how your day's going. But I always know you're going to come home. I know I'll be able to give you a hug when you walk through the doors. I almost always remember to grab your coffee in the morning with my tea. The other like 5 percent of the time I forget is because of pregnancy brain. We are comfortable. What happens when you go?"

"You sayin' you never missed me before?"

"No, I did. I missed my friend of course. But this is different. What will missing you this time around feels like?"

It makes sense to him. "It's easy to love someone when they are right there. When all you have to do is kick them in their sleep." A soft grin crosses his lips.

She rolls her eyes. "It was once!"

"Twice."

"Okay, twice by some measures. I said I was sorry. In my defense I was unconscious. It's not like I have perfect control over my limbs."

Calum brings his hand up, tracing the line of her jaw, up to the side of her face and down over her cheekbone. Her eyes flutter closed at the contact before she reaches up and curls her fingers around his. Both of their knuckles pressed gently against her skin. "Tell me how you miss me when I'm gone, yeah?"

Neveah nods, opening her eyes. A brilliant and rich dark brown. "I will."

Her phone rings while she's in the bathroom, the third trip in the last couple of hours. Her mother shouts from her bedroom. "It's Calum, sweetheart. I'll answer it!"

Neveah decided to visit. She needed to get out of the house. It's much too big and empty without Calum. There's no humming, no soft singing. Even though she plays music as loud as she can withstand it, just like Calum does, it's still not the same. Nothing in the same without him. It took a couple of weeks to finally reach the point. The first week, she had the doctor's appointment, meetings almost all day. She had plenty to keep her busy.

The second week was spent recovering from the week prior. She found herself reaching for that second mug, only to remember as she reached for the mini Keurig serving that there's no one to drink the coffee. She doesn't miss him with her entire being. She doesn't miss him with acute pain. She misses him with a dull ache. She's able to push it to the side. Even able to forget about it amongst the craze of her day. At night sometimes, when Duke's warmth isn't enough, she remembers it again. That doesn't happen every night.

She doesn't even miss him with worry in her gut. She just misses him, as plainly and as simple as that. Never like she did before, where she was like, he's out, enjoying the world and messaging occasionally to make sure he's head still square on his shoulders, sending memes of him to him just to be annoying. She still does this, but it's always with hesitation, always with her fingers hovering over the keys to type so much more.

As she exits the restroom, she hears her mother laughing. "Oh, she's on her way back. I'm glad you're enjoying the pictures."

Neveah takes the phone from her mother's hand, settling back into the bed next to her. They were cuddled up watching the game. Her parents watch it in separate rooms because her dad shouts, and paces in front of the TV. It drove her mother and her insane. They started migrating to another room. It's a tradition for them to be shouting to each other about the game, just from different rooms. "Hi, Calum."

"Hey. How are you?"

"Good, a little tired."

He hums. It's her usual response. "I'm excited for the picture next week." She sends an update of her bump to him, usually on Wednesday for her when she goes to the doctors, with the size of the baby. Her doctor is always happy to take those pictures.

"How was your day?" She knows he's about six, or seven hours ahead of him.

"Long." The tone is clipped. Something has happened.

"Do you want to talk about it?" His sigh crackles through the phone. That's a no. She pushes up from the bed, walking into the hallway. She can feel her mother's eyes on the back of her head. Since he doesn't want to talk, she'll take advantage of the silence. "I miss you," she breathes. "And not like before."

"That's the best thing I've heard all day," he breathes into the phone. "The best goddamn thing."

"It's not like a worry miss, it's more like I forgot you've left when I'm making my morning tea and almost make your cup of coffee in the morning. Or late at night when the bed's too big. Or when I miss playing in your hair."

The sigh he releases is so heavy. "You have no clue how much I needed to hear that."

"Were you worried?"

"No, call me crazy but I knew you felt the same. You just needed to come to that conclusion yourself."

"You're crazy," she chuckles. "But also right."

"It's not often I hear you say that."

"I can admit when I'm wrong, mister."

Calum chuckles. "You can, you can." Another bout of silence filters in around them before he speaks again. This time in a quiet tone. "Today was a little rough. In an interview, they asked about our love lives. I didn't want to talk about it. It doesn't really involve anyone else. But I guess pictures surfaced of us. I didn't know about them. I just kind of shut down when they asked what was going on. I wanted to say something. But I couldn't, everything that came to mind was rude to them or a sob story."

Her fingertips ache to hold his face. They ache to squeeze his cheeks a little to get him to huff in laughter. But she can't do that over the phone. "Maybe you don't have to say anything. I mean the truth would come out sooner or later."

"It's just we've kept quiet for so long. I'm not sure I'm ready to share it with the world."

"Then don't. Keep us to yourself."

"Is that fair to you? You can't even tell people whose child it is because of me. It's all anyone cares to know about you. You get asked so often about me and you can't say a fucking word because I'm too fucking scared."

"It's okay to be scared sometimes."

"Don't use my quote against me," he laughs. It's not a laugh saturated in amusement, but it's something. She'll take it.

"We all need the reminder." Calum knows that's the truth. They talk for a few more minutes, steering the conversation away from the stresses of the day. He's grateful to have her distraction, small stories about her day, the cute dog she saw. Calum reclines into the pillows, tears nearly falling down his face. He wants her next to him. He's grateful just to hear her voice though.

A few days later, she sends him the baby bump update picture. He calls via FaceTime later that night. Neveah reclined into pillows, Duke settled into her side. A pout rests on her face suddenly. They've gone through the exchange of their day. "What's the matter, sweetheart?"

"I just realized I wanted to paint my toes, but I can't reach them."

"Our little ladybug is getting in the way now?" he asks.

"Ladybug?"

Calum shrugs. "I like the sound of it. I think it's cute."

Neveah nods. Their little ladybug indeed. "But to answer your question, just a wee bit." She looks up from where her feet should be seen to the screen again. Calum's grinning. "What have you done?"

"Check your phone."

When she unlocks the phone and taps on the message thread with Calum, Neveah can see a picture of her pouting. Her laughter falls over her lips. "I look so sad. It's not even that serious. You ought to post that, clear up all the rumors."

They've been growing as the days past. Calum keeps going back and forth on whether to say anything. He'll have to very soon. He knows it. There's no way he could hide his child. He'd try to keep them from the public eye so much. But it's much harder to hide the undeniable physical proof.

"I should." He throws a glance up to her, asking if she's okay with it. It's amazing she can pick up on that even through a screen. She nods. "It's gonna be sappy. I'm warning you."

"That's fine by me."

He's silent for a moment, fingers tapping over the keys. Her phone buzzes with an alert. @calumhood has tagged you in a photo, reads the alert. Our little ladybug prevented her from painting her toenails. I'll be home soon. The end of the caption has the ladybug emoji as long as a bee one.

"Why the bee?"

"Because you're the queen."

"The Beehive is going to annihilate me."

"Honeybee, that's what I'll call you."

She opens up google. "Technically, wasp have queens too."

Calum chuckles. "I'm not calling you a wasp."

"Ants have a queen."

"I'm not callin' you an ant either. But that is an interesting fun fact."

She re-reads the post, eyes watering just a little. It's not easy for him to do that. She knows it's partially timing as well. He could've waited until the very end. He could've kept it secret for a little longer. "It's so sweet. Thank you."

Calum feels the heat rising in his face. "It's because I love you guys. The situation's unique for sure. But I love you, and my little girl. There's nothing to be scared of, not in something like love."

He's a believer. Love is kind, patient, understanding. Love is real, wrapped up in her just for him.

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Haven't done one of these before so sorry if I'm submitting it wrong, but I saw your thing about blurbs and I've been in the mood for soft and cuddly Calum lately. Like you're feeling like you're not being productive enough on college winter break and Cal gives reassuring snuggles :)

You did right babe! Thank you for the request! Hope you like! @6god-hemmings

Cal watches you huff at his kitchen table. He liked having you around but you didn’t seem to be having a good time with him.

“Everything ok bubba?” He asks.

“Yeah.” You nod and wave him off. But it wasn’t. You hadn’t gotten half the things done you’d intended to by now because Cal was the greatest distraction in the world. And he didn’t seem to know that.

Him and Duke always looked cozy, huddled up together on the couch or in bed and you’d instantly join upon a simple invitation. Long forgetting that you had things to get done.

“I’m gonna take Duke to the pet store. Care to join us?” Cal asks, hooking the dog into the harness.

“No Calum. I don’t.” You snap.

“Oh. Ok.” He says. You hear the tinge of hurt in his voice and it kills you to see it when you meet his eyes. “Well... we’ll see ya in a bit then.”

And it makes you feel worse to watch him leave. You send him a text while he’s gone.

-think I’m gonna go home to my parents’.

- please don’t do anything until I get back. He sends back.

Your bag was already out, and on the bed.

“Why you wanna go home early? We’re going next week for Christmas.” Cal looks worried, as if your relationship hangs on this decision and he can’t understand what has gone wrong.

“Cal.” He can tell you’ve been crying by the quiver in your voice.

“Bubba what is wrong? You never get short like this unless you’re stressed.” He says softly. Moving toward you, sitting next to you in the bed and grabbing your hand.

“I just... I feel like I have so much to do and you and I only get so much time together and I’m putting you first which I don’t regret...” you sniffle and let tears fall, “but I feel like I’m falling behind...”

“Bubba you are on break! You are supposed to relax and enjoy this time. And Duke and I are loving all the attention we’re getting to share with you.” He soothes, pulling you into a hug.

He rubs your back and lets you cry. “I’m sorry Cal... I’m just going into my last semester and I’m so worried I won’t keep up.”

“Well that’s just crazy talk.” Cal says, pushing your bag to the floor and laying you back with him. “You are amazing. And you’ve been working your ass off and still trying to make sure Duke and I are happy. You’ve got this baby. And I think you really need this break.”

You sniffle again and stay quiet awhile. “I’m sorry Cal.”

“No need to apologize, my love. You just gotta let me know what’s going on in that beautiful brain of yours.”

“I’ll try.”

“Just relax. For a while bubba. We can make sure we schedule out time for you to work on stuff and Duke and I will do our best to be distraction free. But that also means, we’re scheduling time for me and you and me and you and Duke.” He insists.

“Ok. I can get behind that.” You agree.

“Dry those tears little one. Duke and I are on deck for the rest of the night.”

“Deal.” You chuckle. Cal squeezes you tight to his side, and kisses your forehead.

#5sos #cass #calum hood #5 seconds of summer #5sos imagine #but cal #cth #5sos calum #calum requests #requests are still open #sfw #soft!cal

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Chapter Five - Origins

The Echo in the Mirror

Words: 2,503

Ship: None

Warnings: Alcohol mention, mentions of underage drinking (no-one gets drunk), Body mutation, panic attack, sex jokes

Tags: @fandermom @patchworkofstars @poisonedapples @hogwarts-my-love @opaque-puppet @omni-hamiltrash @darling-elm @jynxlovesluck @madly-handsome @strickenwithclairvoyance @limitededitionsanderssidesblog @ab-artist @sometimeswritingsometimesdying @ultimate-queen-of-fandoms2 @because-were-fam-ily @gattonero17 @analogical-mess @joaniejustwokeup @whycantihavemorethan32characters

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If there was one thing the Dormir cousins were famous for, it was parties. So, it was no surprise that Remy’s Halloween party was one of the biggest events of the year. It was also very exclusive, you had to know the right people to get in. Any regular student would have dropped everything for a chance to go. Anyone except for Logan Hamilton, who had barely spoken to Roman or Virgil in days.

It was Wednesday, October 30th and the lunch bell had just rung. “You can’t keep ignoring me forever, Logan,” Virgil said. Logan only walked away, giving him a silent message. “That’s a very rude hand gesture!” he yelled.

Virgil sighed, falling against the wall as Logan walked away. He felt a hand on his shoulder and didn’t even bother to look up. He already knew there was a fifty percent chance of it being Roman (and the other fifty percent chance of it being Remy). “He’ll be back eventually,” Roman said. “We just need to talk to him.”

“I’m trying but he’s impossible to talk to when he’s angry. We’ve really fucked up.”

“Maybe we can get Patton to talk to him.”

Virgil laughed. “You think he’d listen to Patton?”

“What’s wrong with Patton?”

“Nothing,” Virgil said. “To us.”

“To us?”

“You’re pretty oblivious, Princey.”

“Oblivious,” Roman repeated. “Are you saying Logan has a crush on me and therefore won’t talk to Patton?”

Virgil pulled himself from the wall and took Roman’s hand as they walked down the hall. “First of all, you wish Logan had a crush on you. I think you’re just looking for an excuse to change your name to Roman Hamilton.”

“Imagine marrying Logan Hamilton. I could never,” Roman teased.

“Shut up you’re getting off-topic.”

“Weirdly defensive about marrying Logan,” he teased, bumping into Virgil’s side with a laugh. He felt pain in his hand as Virgil’s fists grew tighter. “Ow. Ow. Ow. Okay, okay I take it back.”

“Even if I did have a crush on Logan, he’s straight,” Virgil said. “And you’re getting off-topic. He’s not listening to me, he’s obviously not going to listen to you, and Patton isn’t even in the same room as the table.”

“And, again, what’s wrong with Patton and why am I oblivious?”

“Logan doesn’t exactly, uh, like Patton. And if you haven’t been able to notice that, you certainly have your head in the clouds.”

“I’m king of the clouds.”

“You’re not even a prince, Duke.”

“Touché.”

“I’ll send him a text,” Virgil said. “I just... hope he’ll respond.”

“You guys have been best friends since- what? Seventh grade?” Roman squeezed Virgil’s hand and leaned into him. “He’ll come around.”

Virgil leaned into the touch, both their heads pressed together as they turned a corner towards the school cafeteria. “This is worse than any fight we’ve ever had. I don’t know what to do.”

Roman stopped dead in his tracks. He took Virgil by the shoulders and looked him dead in the eyes. (He still had to grow used to the fact that Virgil was now taller than him. The growth spurt he had hit during his sophomore year was still a surprise.) “Everything is going to be fine,” he said. “You know how I know it will be? Because if Hamilton thinks he can hurt my second best friend then I’m going to kick his ass with my new weird crazy powers.”

“And what powers are those?”

“I’ll figure it out, okay? Now, c’mon, either Logan is going to come back and we can sort out this spirit situation. Or- Or- we forget about Logan for one night and I show you and Patton how to have a good time.”

“But what about-“

“Shhh.” Roman placed a finger over Virgil’s lips. “It’s a Remy Dormir party. We’re going to get drunk off our asses and have a great time. Okay?”

“Okay.”

It was Thursday, October 31, nearly 7:00 O’clock at night. When Roman had arrived Remy was busy locking the last of the bedroom and office doors, any room that would give him a death sentence if it were trashed.

“I brought drinks,” he announced, holding two plastic bags in his hands. Patton and Emile exchanged a glance, staring at Roman with quirked eyebrows. “Relax.” He pulled a bottle out from the bag. “It’s Sprite.”

“Ro, I’m glad you’re here,” Remy said, sliding three stacks of paper plates across the counter. “I need you guys to open these.”

“Great to see you too, Rem.”

“The pleasure is all yours I’m sure. Hey, hand me that pumpkin, will ya? Thanks, babe.”

“I’m pretty sure you call me that more than your own boyfriend.”

“Everyone else is ‘Babe’,” Remy explained, “Emile is ‘baby.’”

Emile blushed, his face redder than his Steven Universe shirt. “Reeeeemmmyyyy.”

“Save that for the bedroom, baby,” Remy teased.

Roman shoved a finger in his mouth and gagged. ��You two are disgusting.”

Remy raised an eyebrow and threw a tape dispenser at Roman’s head. “Oh, please, like you haven’t jerked it to m-“

“OKAY! SHUT THE FUCK UP!” he yelled, face bright red. He turned towards Patton and Emile. “Pro tip: Never fucking tell Remy about a crush.”

“I’d consider it a close matter,” he said, failing to hide a laugh. “Aww, c’mon it was years ago.”

“And yet, you’re still an asshole about it.”

“You act like you still have feelings.”

“You act like I won’t shake you off this damn ladder.”

“Ouch. Someone’s got a sore spot.”

“Ladder,” Roman warned. There was a knock on the door but it swung open before anyone could answer it.

“Sup, bitches! I brought beers!” Narcissa yelled. She wore all black with a leather jacket that could rival Remy’s own and a floppy witch hat that still had a price tag on the side. Her long black hair and choppy bangs framed her face nicely. She had a diamond stud in her nose and wore glittery purple eyeshadow.

“Eww.”

“Oh. Duke is here.”

“Ah. Draco can go fuck herself.”

The two stood silent, staring each other down for a total of five seconds before laughing and pulling each other into a hug. “Virgil pulled into the driveway a few seconds after me. He’ll be here in a few-“

“Sup, motherfuckers!”

“He’s here,” she deadpanned.

“Virgil! Virgil, look!” Roman said, smiling like a puppy. “It’s Narcissa.”

“Aww, it’s my chorus baby,” she cooed, ruffling Virgil’s hair. “We miss you.”

“Stop, stop, I spent an hour making this look perfect,” Virgil said. He was dressed head to toe in regal vampire gear with fake blood on his lips and chin.

“Lookin’ sharp, bloodsucker,” Roman complimented.

“Blood isn’t the only thing I suck,” he said with a wink. “Oh! Patton, you made it!”

“I did!” Patton said. “Any luck with, uh, you know who?”

Remy gasped as he jumped off the ladder. “Did someone take my title of You Know Who?!”

“That’s offensive to Lord Voldemort,” Narcissa said.

“Suck my dick, babe.”

“Only if you suck mine.”

“I haven’t had any luck,” Virgil said, taking a seat next to Patton. “I know he needs space, but I don’t know what to do. Our time is running out.”

“Emile,” Patton blurted out. “We could, uh, use Emile if Logan won’t agree.”

Virgil knitted his eyebrows together, glancing up and down at Patton as he wiggled in his seat. “You don’t sound too sure of yourself. Besides, replacing Logan would only make things worse.”

“You said yourself that we’re running out of time.”

“Patton, I-“

A voice escaped Patton’s throat, low and gravely, nothing like the young boy’s own. It said, “We only have tonight, Fear. What are you so afraid of?” Patton slapped a hand over his mouth.

“Your face is turning green.”

“Your arms are turning violet.”

“Princey,” Virgil called, “can we see you real quick?”

“Yeah, what’s- Oh fuck.”

“Oh fuck indeed,” Virgil growled. He grabbed Patton and Roman’s hands and pulled them into the bathroom.

It’s Thursday, October 31, nearly 7:45 at night when Logan finds himself pacing in his bedroom, his eyes going up and down trying to reread a text Virgil had sent hours ago. He couldn’t think of a response.

Logan, we need to talk.

I’m so sorry about what happened at Patton’s house and I’m worried that I'll never get to apologize enough. I know you and Roman don’t always get along, but he really does care about you. The two of us have been fighting trying to figure out what’s best for you but that’s a choice only you can make. We’ll be at Remy’s house tonight and I really hope I can see you there and properly make amends.

We found a way to summon the fourth spirit. His name is Knowledge and I can think of no one more deserving than you of that power. But above all, I want my best friend back. So, please, talk to me.

Logan practically had the message memorized by now. He paced back and forth watching time move forward as his battery drained. Should he stay angry at Virgil and Roman for trying to make this choice without him? Should he forgive them? Should he accept this power? “Feelings,” he mumbled, “the bane of my existence.

Then his phone rang. His texts disappeared as a picture of Roman in a prince costume from behind the scenes of his last play took their place. Why was Roman calling? His finger hovered over the answer button before he finally gave in and clicked it.

“You have three seconds to explai-“

“Logan! Logan, oh thank fairy godmother you answered! We need your help!”

“Is this some sort of trap?”

“No! No, seriously, Virgil and Patton are here with me! We- We don’t know what’s going on! Patton has like- like scales or something! And Virgil looks like he barely escaped the Wonka factory!”

“Roman, your eyes,” he could hear Patton saying. “They’re red.”

“Logan! Just, please, we’re at Remy’s house! Get here as fast as you ca-” The line went dead. The clocks around him slowed, time never fully halting. The room began to dim.

“Roman?” Logan asked, frantically trying to call him back. Every attempt failed. His heart was pounding in his chest. He was having a panic attack but he didn’t even have the time to pull himself out of it. He ran for his bedroom door, trying to pull it open but the handle wouldn’t budge.

“You are not needed there. Not yet,” a voice spoke.

Logan’s eyes welled with tears as he frantically pulled at the door handle. “LET ME OUT!” he screamed. “ROMAN NEEDS ME! LET ME OUT OF HERE!”

“No one can hear you now, Logan Zander Hamilton,” the voice said. “We have temporarily pulled apart from the known universe. There is no one outside that door. It’s only you and me. I suggest we have a little chat.”

Logan pressed his back against the door and fell to the ground, hugging his knees. “My- My friends,” he choked out. “They need me. They need me!”

“We need you, Logan Zander Hamilton,” he said, almost perfectly mimicking Virgil’s voice. Almost, yet too robotic. He wasn’t as caring and compassionate as Virgil always was. He appeared as a reflection in the mirror, a perfect doppelgänger to Logan but with something cold and robotic in his eyes. He looked like a man but he could not pass as human. “My friends and yours are now one.” He pressed his hand against the glass and walked through as easily as someone would walk through a wall of gelatin. And with that, the mirror seemed to bounce back as easily as gelatin without so much as a crack to prove that he had broken through. As he stepped closer, Logan could see how inhuman his eyes were. He was the cosmos hidden inside of a human shell. “Join me- Join us- and learn the secrets of your existence.”

“If- If I do this,” he asked, trying to wipe away the last of his tears, “will I be able to save my friends?”

“With the power of knowledge, you can save humankind.”

“They aren’t human, are they? Not anymore, at least. They’ve been... infected.”

“How observant of you.”

“I don’t need to save humankind,” he said, “I just need to save them.”

“Any panic or pain they are experiencing now is only at the cost of summoning me,” Knowledge said. “Whether aware or not, they have brought me to you. Neither I nor them will be at rest until I have a vessel.”

“For Virgil,” Logan said, “and for Roman. And Patton.” He stuck out his hand towards Knowledge. “I’ll do it.”

Knowledge took Logan’s hand. His human shell melted away and Logan found himself being blinded by the pure light in front of him. He expected to choke and cry in pain as Virgil and Roman had done. Instead, he found warmth traveling from his fingertips through his veins and arteries. He found warmth traveling through him in all directions. His head felt light and his chest felt full of the purest air.

Logan woke up from his bed. He slid on his glasses and looked at his reflection in his phone’s camera. His eyes held pools of stars. He was the cosmos inside of a human shell. He felt enlightened.

Logan put his phone in the pocket of his jeans, grabbed a jacket, and ran out of his house as fast as his legs would take him. When he got to Remy’s house his heart was pounding in the best possible way. He walked in, dodging students as he made his way towards the bathroom.

“LOGAN!” Virgil yelled, smiling brightly as the lights around them flickered with electricity.

“Maybe don’t destroy the lights here,” Logan teased. “You guys summoned a spirit. How the hell did you do that?”

“I, uh, think that was my fault,” Patton said meekly.

“It was Morality who started it,” Virgil corrected. “Not Patton.”

“Is there any difference?” Patton asked.

“Yes,” Logan said. “And no matter what, we must remember that there are differences between us and the spirits using us for personal gain.”

“Woah,” Roman whispered, leaning close to Logan. “Your eyes look wicked right now.”

“You accepted his powers,” Virgil said in disbelief. He smiled brightly, pulling Logan into a hug. “We’re superheroes!”

“We haven’t done anything heroic,” Logan said. “Being superhuman does not automatically make one a hero.”

“Be gay, fight crime,” Roman announced. Virgil shot him a look. “That’s going to be my motto. I’m copyrighting it as we speak.”

“You’re such a nerd,” Logan said with a laugh.

“That’s Logan’s way of saying ‘I love you.’”

“No, it’s just my way of calling you a nerd.”

There was an annoyed knock at the door. “Can you guys have your orgy somewhere else? You’ve been in there for nearly an hour,” Remy yelled.

The three of them laughed, their skin and faces slowly returning to normal. “Well, my friends,” Roman said. “Welcome to the rest of our lives.”

#sanders sides fic

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angelicfluffs · 4 years

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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙱𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞 : 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚖 𝙷𝚘𝚘𝚍

↳ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 : 1293 (without lyrics)

↳ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : Calum and yourself are FaceTiming due to missing eachother and missing each other’s bodies

↳ 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 : kinda long but I’m kinda proud of this :) enjoy !

↳ 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦 : nasa

I've been thinking 'bout you

Yeah, I been missing you

Where the hell are you, oh, when I need you?

I could still hear your voice

I ain't got no choice, 'cause I'm here all alone

I know I can't wait 'til you get home

Calum was currently on tour with the boys and so it was natural for me to miss him, but not as much as this, both emotionally and sexually. The usual phone calls and face times to him were our little routine but you could tell their was frustration coming from both of us.

The boys were allowed time for themselves and talk to their loved ones although the strict regime of them waking up early for their performances at that city. I always made sure I was comfortable with everything calum could see in the tiny screen, whether it be me lounging in a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie or rocking zero makeup and a messy bun.

Calum crossed my mind every possible way. When I was working, when I was with family or even when I was simply on my phone, his face would appear and our memories flooding back, making me smile. Tonight, me and Calum had told each other we were gonna face time each other and so I was more than ready for this call to begin.

Oh, I don't have you here with me

But at least I have the memory

I tried to make it through the night

But I can't control my mind

The ringing of the little tune that played made me more anxious as the awaited moment has come. Slowly but surely, his tanned completection filled the pixels on my screen. He shouts “hey babe!” As a larger than life smile grows on his face. I reply “hey baby!” as I smile and stare at him. He responds calmly “I’m good, I’m good. What about you and little dukey? Huh?”.

I silently giggle and add “me and dukester are doing are best, aren’t we buddy?” As I point the camera to him and pat him leading it into a stroke onto the pups back. He laughes and starts “you know baby, I can’t wait to finally see you again”. I was taken aback from his comment and smile as I try to be just as sentimental as him “no baby, when I see at the airport, you’re gonna get a tackled hug when you see me” and we both burst into laughter.

His eyes seemed lively and refreshed as he looks at me while I’m talking. “Honestly baby, I cannot wait for when you come home and we can spend as much time together”. He takes a moment for it to settle in as he adds “yeah, I enjoy these FaceTimes but nothing beats being in the moment with you”. I comment “you’re being sooky. What do you want?” As we both laugh.

I'm just thinkin' bout you

I'm thinkin' bout you, I'm thinkin' bout you

He reveals “babe, I know it’s gonna sound crazy but I cannot wait to get home and fuck the absolute shit out of you”. He make a shocked face jokingly and respond “I beg your pardon” as you both silently laugh. He continues “seriously baby, you are just too good to go without. Your smile, your body, and don’t get me started on your -” interrupted by me clearing my throat and makes a face where his eyes where the predominant feature seen on the screen.

I try and make the conversation neutral now “I know babe, I’ve been missing you too damn much. I never knew I could be this sexually frustrated all the time”. We smile at each other as he connects the last sentence you said “I feel you on that one. My hand is gonna fall off with the amount of -“ and you overlap him “oookkaayyy, anyways” as you both nervously giggle.

There’s a moment of silmence until “I’m sorry babe, I feel a little weird talking about this stuff in general let alone to you but I totally get and respect were your coming from”. He nods and responds “thanks babe. As we were saying, yeah, when I get back home, bed, naked and -“ I make a surprised face and we both burst into a laughing fit.

Got these thoughts in my head

Ain't no way to forget

Got me losing my breath

Nobody got me the way that you did

Had my eyes rolling back

Had me arching my back

Now you love me so good

I wish you would hurry up and come back

After while, me and Calum could talk about the majority of stuff until we returned to a certain subject. “Babe, what’s one thing you wished you knew about me before we met?” Said Calum curiously. I took my time answering “hmm... I think it would be... about how stubborn you are sometimes” and nod with my response. I question him “what about me babe?”. He makes the usual thinking face and starts “just how your look could kill anybody” and i nervously giggle.

He smiles seeing me smile and it almost like a cute cycle we fall into. Calum speaks “but baby, just the thought of you in bed, doesn’t make me tired. I just wanna you scream my name till we are breathless”. I look down as when Calum was passionate about something and staring into my eyes, i couldn’t take it. He finishes and I say “ugh, baby, you know I I’m dying just to be in your arms... and in your pants too”. We smiles and jokingly laughs while looking down.

As my sentence finished, Calum’s face seems serious and darkened as he speaks “but seriously baby, as soon as I get home, you know I’ll have you on that bed, making every noise under the sun. Touching you, feeling you, tasting you will be my favourite thing”. It was nice the fact that calum didn’t need to go around hooking up with groupies and have me and not just sexually, emotionally too. It was good for Calum’s mentality being known and in the band, you could just tell he felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders because somebody ( me) was there for him.

Baby, I don't want no one, no one else

So hurry, cause I need some, need some, need some help

And I'll be waiting patient, patiently

'Cause I don't have you here with, here with, here with me

But at least I have the memory

We just looked into each other’s eyes through the camera and occasionally looking down at other features made up by pixels on the screen. I fuelled the conversation again “so babe, hopefully I’m not making you stressed while being on this tour. You deserve to enjoy this time with the boys and yourself.” He smiles and replied “thanks love. You know, I didn’t expect to firstly, be with the woman of my dreams. Two, be in a band and do something that I love with people that I love. And three, be happy with everything going on in my life”. I could almost cry with what just came out his mouth.

I get a little emotional and say “aww baby. I love you” in a high toned voice, almost like how you would hear parents talking to babies. He smiles like he knows what he’s up to but you knew he meant what he said. His train of thought continues “but you know babe, it’s everything I’ve ever wanted. Be in a band with my four best mates, have a hot girlfriend and have people that love and support me, inner and outer circle”. I nod and add “you deserve it baby ! You’ve worked so hard for so long and the universe always has a plan”.

While the hours grew later where I was, the phone call was gonna near a end soon so I tried to use my time wisely. The sky outside my window was darker than usual. Sometimes it was a light dark blue or some days, pitch black which supposedly was one of those nights. I start “well baby, I’m gonna have to go soon but I just wanted to say that I love you and I cannot wait to physically be with you. Your just making me so proud and I’m just so in love with you babe. We’ll talk tommorow, ok?”. He nods and quickly says “I love you so much baby, take care of yourself, ok?” And I nod. We both quickly so bye as I placed duke where he could see calum and pick up his paw to wave at him. We both laugh until the call ended and until next time, I’ll think about him.

#angelicfluffs #calumhood #calumhoodconcept #calumhoodimagine #calumhoodprompt #calumhoodoneshot #calumhoodblurb #calumhooddrabble

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robinmagik · 6 years

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Not A Minute Wasted (Part Three)

A/N: Uhhhhh enjoy! Also wtf @ DC @ Tom King??? pls enough is enough my heart is breaking like when I saw Asra cry in The Arcana Game??? Oh yeah and there’s two parts of part three bc it’s too long to just post the whole thing like that so i divided it

Recap: “That’s not…please stop crying, L/n.” He didn’t know what to do.“Excuse me.” She sniffles. “W-we’ll continue this conversation…I just gotta…go.” Tim was going to greet her but she passes by quickly. He turns to glare at Damian who was confused himself.“What did you do?”“Nothing, Drake. Excuse me.” Tim is left alone in the kitchen with an empty cup in his hand. “What in the hell?”

PART ONE PART TWO FINAL

Like a child, Y/n hides in the green house near the rose bushes, and sobs. How truly horrible she is. Maybe Damian’s right. Breaking up with Bruce is best but then again Damian doesn’t like Y/n one bit so who is she to listen to a child who is crazy smarter than her. It was weird though, despite his dislike towards her, she sees him as her own. But she would never tell that to Bruce.

Damian found her but he didn’t know what to tell her, what to say, or how to comfort her. Times like this was when Dick was needed. He was best with words and emotions. Such a hassle. Damian sighs. What would Grayson do? He left and then came back five minutes later. He gave her a tart. Children and women like sweet things so this should calm her down.

“I-I did not mean to make you…cry, L/n.”

“No. No. It’s not you, papito.” She chuckles. “I woke up feeling sad is all. But I suppose you’re right, your father’s well-being is important and breaking up is better.”

“Don’t put words in my mouth, L/n!” He says sharply. “I was simply going to suggest for you and him to take a vacation. I read somewhere that vacations help couples relax more and therefore get along better.”

She begins to cry even more.

“What did I say now?!” He frowns. Emotions are troublesome. How can someone who is not a baby cry so much?!

“You’re so sweet, Damian!” She cries. “Don’t you hate me?”

“Please, L/n, I don’t have time for that. I dislike you, that’s all.” He hands her a handkerchief.

“Why?” She dries her tears. “Is it ‘cause I’m not your mom?”

He narrows his eyes at her before looking away. He began to pace back and forth with his hands behind his back.

“I do prefer my mother, Talia Al Ghul, to be with my father but that simply cannot be because…it’s complicated.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“You apologize too much and for no reason at all.”

“What the hell else am I supposed to say?”

“Nothing.” Damian simply shrugs.

Y/n giggles. “You’re the cutest boy, y’know?”

“I’m not cute.” He pouts cutely.

“No, you’re right. You’re handsome.”

He smiles a bit.

“Well, vacation for both of us is…well…not going to be easy. Why don’t we start smaller?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Getting along for once?”

Damian looks offended by the idea but then nodded. “Fine. If that helps father then I am willing to get along with you.”

“Whoo, boy. You sacrifice so much.” She said sarcastically.

“Now, eat your tart before Alfred finds us. I’ll get in trouble if I spoiled your lunch.”

Y/n giggles. The tart was the sweetest thing she had that morning and will ever have. She had a feeling that Damian’s thoughtfulness made it sweeter than it should’ve been. She savored every piece and moment with that boy. They even began to like each other after pretended to do so in front of Bruce. There was no more pretending.

When Y/n stayed away from the manor because she was simply to tired to come over, he’d stop by during his patrol and stay for a while until he had to go. Sometimes he’d stay until the next day for her pancakes and scrambled eggs with tomatoes and scallions. It was different from Alfred’s cooking obviously, but he liked her food.

One day, while he was eating the eggs, he over heard her talking to a friend over the phone.

“Aw lucky! I can’t believe you got to pet a llama! I’ve always wanted one. They’re so cute!” She laughs. “Send me the pictures, okay? Okay, I love you. Besos. Ciao.”

“Who was that?”

“My girlfriend from college. Her class went to the Andes Mountains and got to meet some llamas.”

“Oh. When do you plan on going back to college?”

“Honestly, next year.” She took his plate and placed it in the dishwasher. “I’ll get a bachelors degree in engineering or linguistics. Or both. I got the time.” She shrugs.

“I have knowledge in both majors. Whatever you choose I can always help.”

“Thank you God because you and I both know I’m not as smart but smart enough…y’know?” She laughs. “Anyway, you gotta get going. I have to leave for work and you have to sleep. You’ve been up all night, nene, you gotta sleep.”

“I can perfectly take a nap here, L/n.”

“Uh, no. Go home, besides I’ll pop up after work.”

“If you insist.”

As promised she went by to the manor only to find something out of place.

“Is that a llama?” Y/n looks behind Bruce to see a white llama grazing on the grass.

“Yes. Yes, it is.” He sighs. “Damian stole one from a zoo.”

“Pft, of course he did. You guys have Bat-cow and now Bat-llama. That’s just so cute. Is Ace Bat-dog too? Do-does he go on missions with you guys? Huh? Huh?” She couldn’t contain her giggles.

Bruce grunts one of his many grunts of displeasure yet he couldn’t help but crack a tiny smile as Y/n giggles.

“Y-you gotta get a bat-bird…oh my god, a bat-bat!” She squeals, now laughing. “A bat-bat! Oh, I’m gonna cry!”

“You’re enjoying this a little bit too much.”

“Bruce, honey, please!” She laughs. Then she gasps in sudden realization. She slaps his very flexed bicep. “Where’s batboy?! You guys have Batgirls but no Batboy! Robin?! That doesn’t even make sense! I’m gonna have a fucking stroke! Hahahahahaha!”

“Batboy was one of the names considered and so was Tonto—“

“Tonto?!” She shrieks of laughter. “Batman y Tonto! Ohhhhh gooooood! B-Bruce yo-you’re killing me! Y-you’re killing your cute girlfriend!”

“Cute?” He chuckles.

His arms were crossed across his chest as she held on to his arm, bent over laughing with tears running down her face. He knew the llama had something to do with Y/n and it did when she fawned over the llama and Damian stood proudly. Sadly, the llama had to go back but not before they named him; Batboy The First. She held onto Damian as Batboy was shipped off. At least they could go visit him at the Gotham Zoo. This wasn’t the first or last adventure or trouble those two gotten themselves into.

No one could believe it though. It’s been a year that Bruce and Y/n were together. They were the couple of the century, with how beautiful and wild she was and how he chased after in the tabloids. But it wasn’t really like that. They just put a show for the people of Gotham.

She got terribly worried when he came back one night half dead and half alive. She wanted to cry but she couldn’t. She was too scared of loosing him and crying meant that she lost him. Anyone would’ve seen that as the last straw but no, not Y/n. This was what she signed up for. Dating Bruce Wayne meant dating the whole package.

Y/n was part of the family even though she didn’t fight crime or did anything except cheer them on and just be there for the hard times. Dick, Barbara and Y/n always had mini dates whenever he was in town or just the two of them whenever he wasn’t. Jason would teach her about cars and guns and then they’d go shopping for some good books to read, or just hang out and do nothing. And Y/n loved Tim and she loved listening to his rants about whatever case he was on. It helped him hear himself and open up a bit because just like all of them, he overworked himself. Then there was Stephanie whom she adored so much. She loved how determined and strong-willed she was and how she took on the world. Cassandra was curious about Y/n and they quietly got along, she made Y/n laugh a lot and she even taught her how to kick ass just in case because this is Gotham after all. And Duke, she loved their nightly conversations. He was a good listener and so was she when it was his turn.

There was something missing though. Y/n looks at Bruce who was talking to Lucius Fox. She could listen to him for hours and never get bored. Yet, she didn’t know why she felt this way.

“I bought you this dress.” He says. “I saw it and I thought of you.”

She gasps. “Oh my God! Babe! This is gorgeous!” She was giddy. She took it out of the box and went to try it on. When she came out she lit up the room. “I love it!”

It was yellow, fitted dress with a beautiful trail and a slit on the right. The dress made her curves pop out even more. She looked amazing. It even glittered under the right type of lighting. She was truly the highlight of the evening. Bruce Wayne had the most beautiful woman on his arm. She was incredibly happy. Then she met Selina Kyle.

A/N: Honestly??? Selina could murder me and I’d thank her???

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caelesjjk · 6 years

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Can I request a calum one where the reader feels that he's just not affectionate towards her enough and she thinks he's falling out if love with her "because she's boring" or "she's not good enough to give him a spark anymore" but in reality, he just didn't realise because he's so comfortable around her??? It's long but you're a great writer!!! Thank you so much 💕💕

Sorry this took so long anon!! Hope you like it!!There just didn’t seem to be anything you could do to convince yourself that he still loved you.The fire just didn’t seem to be there anymore, the spark between you had seemed to just go out and you couldn’t figure out why. What had you done to make him pull away from you?Calum was your boyfriend of a little over a year. You had met by complete accident at the dog park. He was there walking Duke, and you were there walking your German shepherd named Rosie. You were on the phone, attempting to talk to your mother while you walked down the sidewalk with Rosie, that is until she saw a squirrel run across your path. She took off, ripping her leash from your hand as you tripped over your feet and practically face planted against the concrete.You had to quickly gather yourself, pushing yourself up and running after her. You yell her name over and over but you had lost her. You start to panic, tears streaming down your cheeks as you keep walking through the park. The sun is going down and you don’t know what you’re going to do.That’s when your knight in shining leather appeared. Calum came walking towards you with Rosie on a leash and Duke in his arms. You ran towards them, falling to your knees in front of Rosie and wrapping your arms around her neck as she licked your face repeatedly.“She had a squirrel chased up a tree, barking like a crazy. But the treats I had in my pocket were definitely helpful.” He explained to you.“Thank you so much, I owe you big time.” You let him take the leash back from his hand.“Don’t worry about it. I’m glad she’s back with you.” He smiles, and you suddenly realize how utterly attractive he is.“Let me get you a coffee?” You offer, hoping like hell he would accept.“Will you sit and drink it with me?” He asks.“Yes.” You answered to quickly, but he only lightly laughs and motions for you to follow him down the sidewalk.After that day, you dated. You came to realize that Calum was actually Calum Hood, the bassist for 5 Seconds of Summer. You couldn’t believe you didn’t recognize him right away. And for some reason, he wanted to keep seeing you, just plain Jane you. You had even moved in together recently, and that’s when all the bad started.You didn’t fight often, that’s not what bothered you. It was his lack of affection. His complete lack of anything at all. He never kissed you anymore. He didn’t hold your hand or wrap his arm around you. It was like you had moved in with someone who didn’t even realize you were there.And now you were just standing in the shower, letting the hot water wash away the day while Calum got ready at the vanity. He wanted to go out for awhile tonight, and you didn’t know if you had it in you to act like nothing was wrong in front of your friends.“Babe? Are getting out soon? We need to leave in like an hour.” He says.“Yeah…okay.” You sniffle your nose, not realizing you were crying again.“Hey, what was that about? Are you crying?” You can hear that he’s walked closer to the shower.“No, I’m fine, Cal. I just need a minute.” You tell him as convincingly as possible.“Okay..um, I’ll just wait out in the living room.” You can hear him start to walk away, and you lose it.“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?!” You shout, a few sobs following.“What?” Calum says confused.“You’re killing me. You know somethings wrong and you still just ignore it.” You wrap your arms around yourself and lean against the shower wall for support.“How am I supposed to know somethings wrong? You don’t talk to me, Y/N.” His voice gets closer to the shower again.“And you don’t touch me! Or even smile at me anymore. We just go through the motions and there’s no love anymore. I hate it, Calum.” You cry again.“Baby…please don’t cry. I didn’t know.” He’s standing just outside the shower curtain.“You didn’t want to know.” You say coldly.“You’re right. I guess I just got comfortable. And I forgot to show you how much I love you.” His voice is sad.“Do you though, Calum? Do you even love me anymore?” You sniffle again, trying to compose yourself.You hear him sigh loudly, then you hear the sound of zippers unzipping and clothes falling to the floor. Calum pushes open the shower curtain where he sees you standing, propped against the wall of the shower.“Fuck, baby. What did I do?” He steps into the shower and wraps his arms around your body.“I can’t do this. I’m too in love with you not to get anything in return.” You say into his chest.“Look at me.” He tilts your chin up with his pointer finger so his eyes can meet yours. “I will never do this to you again. It’s killing me that you’re hurting, and that I’m the one who did it.”“Just don’t do this anymore. Don’t shut me out.” Your hands slide up his chest and rest on the sides of his neck.“I’m an idiot for not showing you I love you every single day.” He leans down to kiss your lips.“Just show me now.” You say as you connect your lips with his.

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cal-puddies · 6 years

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girl’s night || ashton irwin

just fluff... if this goes over well, i might post the calum fluff later... or wait a couple days.

Ashton knocks on your door. He waits patiently for you to answer, only hoping that you're actually home. He couldn’t remember why you weren’t seeing each other tonight, just that you weren’t. But he needed to see you, something had tripped a bad headspace and he just needed to see you.

You finally answer and Ash takes in your appearance: his t shirt, a pair of sleep shorts, hair up and a mess, a face mask, and a glass of wine.

“Girls night.” He breathes. “Of course.”

You take in his appearance, glasses on, hair disheveled and he’s wearing his emotions all over his face. “Yeah, but come in babe.” You open the door wider and let him step inside. “You ok?”

“Yeah… I think so. I just needed to see you. I’m sorry, I’ll go. I forgot.” He mumbles, looking at the floor.

You move in closer, trying to be careful not to get the mask on him, but you wrap your arms around him. He embraces you back and he loses some of the tension in his shoulders. “S’ok handsome.” You smooth his hair with your free hand. “Can you wait here for me, for a minute?” You ask. Ash pulls back and nods. He may have lost some tension, but now he looks a little like he’s going to cry. “Have a drink babe.” You hand him your wine glass, “I’ll be right back.”

You walk into the living room to your girls that were over. “Who was it?” Liv asks.

“It’s Ashton… do you guys mind if he joins?” You ask.

Abby sits up, “wait… it’s girls….” Liv smacks her arm.

“She wouldn’t ask if something wasn’t wrong… of course he can.” Liv insists. The other girls agree. “2 conditions. He has to mask too, and we want Calum to come over.”

“We can probably get the first, I’ll see what we can do for the second.” You roll your eyes a bit. You walk back into the foyer and look at Ash, holding your hand out, “come with me baby boy.” You say quietly. Ash hands you the glass back and he takes his shoes off, then grabs your hand. You pull him into the kitchen. “You can stay. The girls agreed. But you have to mask too, and they want to know if you can get Calum here.” You say quietly. “You want wine or a beer?”

“It’s a night with the girls, I’ll do wine. And I’ll give Calum a call.” He comes over to you and wraps his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder. You wrap your arm around his head. “Thanks baby, thanks for letting me stay.”

“If it was up to me, you would have stayed regardless, the girls are the ones that agreed.” You grin.

“I’m gonna call Cal.” He mentions, pulling away as you pour a glass of wine for Ash. You watch him talk to his best friend. He pulls the phone away from his face, “he’s gonna come, he said he’s dressed down and he wants to bring Duke, also asked if you all needed anything?”

“Duke’s fine, we’ll probably need more wine and if he wants to pick up fries and pizza, no one will complain.” You smile.

Ash relays the message, “ok, let me know when you’re here, I’ll come out and help out. See ya soon Cal.”

“You need another minute? They’re gonna ask you a ton of questions about us.” You warn. Ash had met your friends, but only briefly multiple times. Liv is the only that had spent any time with him and Cal.

“I might just wander to your room and change then, and wait for Cal.”

“You owe the girls a face mask, so you’re gonna have to come out eventually.” You laugh.

Ash wraps an arm around your waist pulling you against him. “Is there any chance I’ll get to talk to you alone tonight?”

“I think it’ll probably have to wait till tomorrow.” You reply quietly.

“Ok, that’s ok.” He agrees.

“D’you need to talk Ash?” You rub your fingers along his scalp.

“No, I’m not here to ruin your night.” He kisses your neck. “Tell the girls I went to go change and then they can mask me.” He chuckles.

You watched him leave the kitchen and head toward your room. You watched his neck and his back, trying to gauge the tension, how bad it was and what was causing it. You weren’t too worried about it, you’d been with Ash long enough know that sometimes he had moods and sometimes you could help, sometimes you couldn’t, but he always found relief with you.

Ash walks back in the room in a pair of basketball shorts of his you had, and the T-shirt he came over in. The girls were drilling you about the sex, which you continued to be tight lipped about, even as he walked in the room.

“Ashton!” Liv said excitedly. “Come sit by me! I’ll do your mask and we can talk about your amazing girlfriend.”

Ash raises his eyebrows at you and you shrug. “Mmk, but I have to go help Calum when he gets here.”

“Calum’s coming?” Abby looks panicked for a moment.

“Yeah, he knows it’s a girls night and he does shit like this with his sister all the time. You’re fine.” He waves her off.

“Please try to be normal Abbs, Cal’s my friend…” you roll your eyes.

“Your very hot friend… no offense Ash you’re hot too, just taken.” She defends.

“None taken.” He chuckles.

“I’ll seriously ask him to leave if y’all don’t act right. He doesn’t need to come over here on his time off to have y’all act like fangirls.” You sigh, “and don’t treat Ashton that way either.” You point out.

“Ok, ok… we get it.” Abby sighs, “be cool.” She holds up her hands in defense.

Ash makes eye contact with you and mouths a thank you and you nod at him.

Things get quiet then, all the masks are drying and tightening. So no ones really talking. Ashton checks his phone and then stands, “I’ve gotta go help Cal, babe can you come with me? We’re gonna need another set of hands.” He says.

You nod and slip on shoes. Cal immediately hands you Duke’s leash when you get to his Jeep.

“Thanks…” He says and finally looks at you and Ashton, “well aren’t you two cute in your masks.” You roll your eyes but he leans in and kisses the top of your head. “Taking care of my boy?” He asks, moving around his Jeep to get the pizza and wine and fries.

“Of course.” You say tightly, thanks to the mask.

“So how many girls are upstairs?” He asks.

“Four more, and one of them is questionable.” Ash says, looking at you.

“Uh yeah… Liv’s taking care of it right now.” You say, holding up your phone. “She’s leaving when her mask is done.”

“Sorry to rain on your girls night.” Ash mentions.

“No worries handsome.” You shrug.

You walk in front of them with Duke and open the door for them. “Foods here.” Cal calls, going straight for the kitchen. Ash is hot on his heels with more wine.

“And So is Duke.” You set him down and he immediately runs after Cal.

“It’s time for you to take your mask off babe.” Liv calls to you. “Come in here with me.” She says from the bathroom.

You walk in and she shuts the door. “Abby isn’t going to be cool, so we told her she had to leave.” She explains. “She’s upset though because she feels like you chose the boys over us. And none of us agree with that. I just wanted you to know.”

“Thanks Liv.” You wash your face off and immediately go for the pizza and fries.

When Liv walks in the kitchen, she grins wide at Calum and he pulls her close for a hug. “Did I miss masks?” He asks, laughing.

“Yeah, you did. But I think your skin is fine. Ash you should probably wash your mask off so you can finally kiss your girlfriend.” She points out.

“Good point.” He laughs. His hand lands lightly on your back as he passes by.

Ash comes back and you’re the only one in the kitchen. He looks around. “They’re picking a movie.” You explain.

He immediately closes the space between the two of you. He pulls you close, “hi baby.” He gently nuzzles his nose against yours.

“Hi Ash. You ok?” Your fingers gently run through his curls.

“Yeah baby… just a tough day, I think. Just needed to see you.” He wraps his arms around you and squeezes you tight, picking you up.

“You’re welcome anytime you know that right?” You ask.

Ash finally presses his lips to yours, “one day you’ll just move in, and then I can see you when I want.”

“Is this you finally asking me?” You ask, quirking an eyebrow as he sets you back on your feet.

“I mean… yeah… you had to come over to my place to get stuff to have here for tonight. I know you and Liv’s lease is just about up on this place. I’d like to have you home… all the time.” He admits.

“Of course Ash.” You grin. You see a lot more tension release from his face, and he seems to relax a little more.

“I’m always worried ya know. I know you can do better, and for some reason you just continue to deal with me.” His hands tightly grip your hips, where he’s holding you.

“Ah, see, we fail to agree there. I love you Ash.”

“All the things you’ve done for me, that you know and don’t know, and all the times you’ve just listened to me rant and ramble, and spout crazy. And when I just wanna play for you or sing to you. You just let me. You have no idea how much I truly need you. And I love you.”

You let out a little sigh, Ash changed your life when he walked right into it a year and a half ago, but you’d never told him. But it wasn’t the night to tell him. “We should probably get in there.” You whisper, pressing your lips to his again.

Ash nods and grabs your hand, walking with you into the living room.

“Ash back me up mate, we’re not watching Clueless.”

“We did drop in on girls night.” Ash says, sitting where you had been before food, and pulling you down amongst the pillows and blankets next to him. “Where do you normally sleep?” He asks, whispering in your ear.

You turn and face him and kiss him briefly. “We all usually just sleep in here, like this.”

“And I can sleep next to you?” He assures.

“I mean… unless you need to sleep next to Cal.” You grin.

“No, I need to be next to you.” He laughs, kissing your shoulder.

The world falls away with Ash. A room full of people and he’s the only one you see, and right now, it was the same for him.

“Cal, if you watch clueless, we’ll watch whatever you and Ash wanna watch next.” Liv bargains.

“Ugh… fine. Where’s my dog?” He asks. “Duke!” He calls, Liv gets up and puts the movie in and you get comfortable, resting your back against the couch. Ash gets as close to you as he can and he wraps his hand around yours.

Ash falls asleep with his head on your shoulder before you’re even halfway through Clueless. You wake him up to shift a little and lay down between movies. He wakes up in the middle of the night and gently nudges you, you turn over to look at him. “Hey babe.” You whisper.

“Hey, just wanted to say I love you.” He whispers.

“Love you too Ash.” You grin. Ash presses his lips to your nose and you cuddle in close to his chest.

You wake up in the morning with your head on Ash’s chest, he’s laughing quietly at something Calum was groaning about and his hand rubbed lightly up and down your back. “I’m too old for sleeping on the floor.” Ash admits.

“Hmmph… Yeah this was better when we were younger.” You admit groggily.

“Hey, she’s awake.” He grins at you and kisses the top of your head. “Can’t believe how long you slept babe. Everyone’s been up for awhile.” He says. “Anyway, I wanna take you all to breakfast for letting me crash girls night.” He offers.

“I’ll split it. I had fun.” Cal laughs, “even if I didn’t get to mask too.” He fake pouts.

Liv walks in, “you guys can crash any girls night you want if we get breakfast out of it.” She smirks, “morning sunshine, made you some coffee.” She steps over Cal, and your other friends to hand you and Ash your coffee.

You sit up and grab it, taking a sip. “Thanks Liv.”

“Absolutely gorgeous, you and Ash were so cute cuddled up together.” She gushes, causing you to blush. You turn and press your face against Ash’s neck.

“Too early to make her blush, Liv.” He chuckles. “You want breakfast babe?”

“Yeah… what are we doing today?” You ask, taking a sip of your coffee and looking solely at Ash.

“Well, I figured I’d start working on making space for you, and you’d pack.” He says quietly.

“But I wanna spend the day with you.”

“Then I’ll be here, helping you pack.” He kisses your nose. “Let’s get moving toward breakfast though.”

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