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[talkfastromance4]

The Swan—Hockey!Cal

I highly recommend listening to this song while reading as it inspired it!

word count: 2.3k

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It’s been a long three weeks. Calum has been traveling for away games and he’s missed you something awful. He missed seeing you in the stands and giving him his pre-game kiss. He missed seeing you skate–videos on tiktok simply weren’t enough. He missed going to The JB and sharing a pile of fresh hot fries with you.

He missed you.

It’s been a long three weeks for you as well because you were practicing a new routine. Usually, new routines were an easy thing for you to get a handle on, but the song choice made it even more elegant than what you were used to. You started with ballet at a young age before you tried skating so the song choice brought out your inner ballerina. It was a composition of The Swan by Camille Saint-Saens and it was performed by Yo-Yo Ma.

You somehow had to incorporate some of the ballet positions mixed in with your skating and it was hard to do because the movements were similar in some ways and yet also very different. You were getting frustrated and feeling defeated and all you wanted was Calum. He always knew what to say to encourage you and keep you going.

It’s been a long three weeks for the both of you. 

When the team arrived at the rink on the bus it was nearing 9:30 and Calum was anxious to get inside and find you, he knew you’d be practicing while you waited for him to come home. He and Michael walked in together, he was anxious to see Crystal. 

As soon as they open the doors to the rink, soft, melancholy music echoes over the ice. Calum picks up his pace and smiles when he sees you arcing around the rink, your arms flowing up and down with the cello. Crystal is in the stands and comes rushing towards Michael who lifts and swings her in his arms. 

Calum stands in the space between the wall where the door is, he’s mesmerized by your fluidity on the ice. You spin so many times and reach for the heel of your skate but it slips and he can hear the sound of rage you make at yourself. You coast the rest of the way, shaking your head and then you look up and see him standing there. You halt to a stop staring at him.

His hair is hidden beneath a beanie you bought him and he has on the green Empathy hoodie you love so much, it makes him look extra cuddly and warm. Seeing him releases all of your emotions and you’re racing towards him, shavings of ice prick at your ankles but you don’t care. When you’re close enough, you leap yourself at him and he catches you easily, his cologne envelops you, his arms strong and warm around your waist.

“Hi Princess,” he sighs into your neck. 

“Hey Tiger,” you mumble into his neck. You breathe in deeply, you’ve missed the way he smells. The sweatshirts he’s left you don’t carry his cologne anymore. 

“I know you’re frustrated, but you looked amazing out there.”

“I keep messing up on that one part,” you sigh and the music stops. The chatter of the rest of the team echoes through the tunnels as they make their way to the locker rooms. 

“You’ll get it, I know you will,” he squeezed you and you both pulled away so you can get a proper look at each other. 

You squeeze his cheeks together and smile when his lips squish. You peck his puckered lips swiftly then notice the darkness under his eyes. 

“You look tired,” you frown. 

“Hard to sleep without you. I think we need a proper kiss, don’t ya think?” he cocks an eyebrow and leans in.

His kiss has you arching backwards, his hands firm on your waist, and his tongue warm as it slips between your lips. You straighten yourself back up and he lifts you off the ice, spinning around so you’re on the turf. 

“Hi,” he whispers when you both try to catch your breath.

“Hi,” you smile, rubbing away the sheen of your lipgloss from his bottom lip. 

“Did you want to practice more, or do you want to get out of here?”

“Let’s go,” you peck his lips.

***

Calum enters the rink to watch you practice your new routine, he was excited to see you do all of it since he caught the tail end of it the other night but also because of the way you described the movements you had to do. As he settled on the lowest bench, the calming sound of the piano and violin filled his ears as you followed along. Each time you spun, the bottom of your practice skirt would flounce up and Calum could see the strength in your legs with each kick and arch you did. 

He was so caught up in your motions he almost didn’t notice when you fell to the ice in a heap, your hand smacked the ice in anger. He started to stand in case you needed help but you were right back up and started the music from the very beginning.

This went on for another three times before you finally skated off the ice and gathered your things. He met you where you’re at, you practically ran him over as you huffed and bumped into him.

“What’s got you so frustrated about this routine?” he asks gently. 

“I’m combining two things at once, which you’d think would be easy since they’re so similar but it’s not. My mind is thinking of the ballet moves and my feet are doing the skating ones and somehow I’m getting them jumbled up. And I can’t grab my ankle at the right time, I’m always off. I just need this to be perfect because it’s one of my favorite songs and I have to show Patrick by Monday–”

“Okay, okay,” he grabs onto your shoulders carefully, “breathe. You’ll get this, I know you will. You’re one of the best skaters I know and you’re going to the Olympics next year, babe.”

“This might be the routine I do so now I’m even more stressed,” you hide your face in your hands.

“I’ve got an idea.”

***

“You plan on having me sweat my stress away?” you ask him as you walk into a gym.

“Not exactly,” he grins then heads towards the reception desk. “Hey Ash.”

“Hi Cal,” the man apparently named Ash says. He’s tall like Calum with curly blond hair, he’s got on a tank top and some black joggers, he’s putzing around on a tablet. When he spots you sidling up next to Calum, he grins. “You must be the infamous y/n.”

“Infamous?”

“This guy never shuts up about you,” Ash nods at Calum. 

“Really?” you turn to Calum who is purposely avoiding your gaze. 

“Can we use the pool?” Calum asks.

“It’s all set, no one will be allowed for two hours.”

“Thanks mate, I owe you one,” Cal knocks his knuckles on the counter top before taking your hand and leads you towards the back of the gym.

“We’re going swimming? Who was that?”

“Yes, and that’s Ashton. He owns the gym and teaches yoga and boxing, he’s a good friend of mine.”

“Oh…” you frown trying to think of why Calum would randomly bring you to a gym and go swimming when he knows you need to practice. “Why are we swimming?”

“To get you out of your head. There’s suits in the locker room and I’ll meet you out here,” he winks and walks into the men’s locker room. 

When you get inside you’re shocked at how nice the locker room is. There’s plush rugs and bath mats outside of the showers, nice lamps, and a whole array of a variety of swimsuits to choose from ranging in every size. There’s so many designs it takes you a while to choose until you finally pick a pretty pink one.

You’re a little self-conscious in it because Calum hasn’t really seen you completely naked yet. The memory of him eating you out on his kitchen table surfaces and you feel your cheeks warm at the thought. Still. He saw your lower half and while you skate as a sport you still have some insecurities about your body.

He’s sitting on one of the chairs with a towel around his neck.

“Find a suit? Let me see,” he smiles standing up.

You bite your lip and move the towel you’re holding against your body away so he can see it.

“Wow, that looks amazing on you, Princess,” his eyes glaze over your body and that increases your confidence.

“Thank you,” you smile sheepishly. You try to keep your eyes on his but it’s hard when he’s standing in front of you without a shirt on, muscles and tattoos on display. Tattoos you’ve never seen before. “I didn’t know you had more tattoos.”

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” he glances down at his chest. He tosses the towel to a chair. “Ready?”

The two of you swim a few laps and you have to admit, it feels nice to be weightless and float. You notice there are paintings up on the ceiling, some are stars, some are flowers or a pretty sunset in one corner. You wonder who painted it and immediately thought of Michelangelo painting the Sistine Chapel. 

As you were floating on your back, your head bumped into Calum’s chest and suddenly you’re staring up at him upside down. You twist right side up and he smiles.

“Better?”

“Much better,” you nod. “This was a good idea.”

“I have another one. Show me your routine,” he nods behind you.

“What?”

“Do your routine in the water.”

“How? The water’s going to create resistance and I can’t move that fast.”

“Exactly. If you can do it slowed down, maybe your head and feet will align with the ballet and skating. Come on, show me,” he tickles at your sides.

“Okay! Okay, I’ll do it!” you laugh pushing away from him. “I don’t have my music.”

“Shit, hang on,” he swims to the edge of the pool and pushes himself out of it. He dries his hands then brings out his phone connecting to the Wifi (he’d asked Ashton to make sure the bluetooth was on). The music started and he saw you come to attention. 

He sat down on the chair and watched you do the routine the best you could. You messed up a few times and he restarted the song before you could ask. By the third time, you were moving faster in the water, he loved when your fingers skimmed the top of the water because it created a pretty fan, almost like the wings of a swan. 

You finished perfectly on the end of the song then jumped and clapped your hands in excitement.

“Cal, I did it!” 

He jumps into the water, flicks his hair out of his face and captures you in his arms, you wrap around him like a vine.

“I knew you could,” he smiles kissing you. “You’re graceful and beautiful on everything, land, ice, water…space would be a cinch for you.”

“Doing a double axel on the moon would be pretty fun,” you nod and he laughs. “Thanks for helping me get out of my head.”

“My pleasure, Princess.”

He kisses you and kisses you until the two hours is up and you’re left with pruny fingers and toes and tingling lips.

***

It’s time for your routine at the competition, and Calum is sitting next to Patrick as they call your name. The lights go down and he sees you move to the center of the rink taking your starting position. There’s a pause then a spotlight shines on you and the way you look takes his breath away. 

You have a pretty headband of flowers and white feathers on, almost like a crown, and a sparkly white dress. The arms have feathers as well so you truly look like a swan.

The song starts and you begin. It’s not a long song by any means, but while Calum watches you he can’t believe how effortless you make it seem. The way you glide along the ice, and when you do your turns and jumps it actually looks like you’re about to take flight. You move slowly and gracefully but there’s so much power in the control you have of your body. 

Calum hears gasps of wonder and amazement as you perform all around him and he’s sure if he turned to look at everyone sitting around him they’d have the same look he does. But he won’t because he doesn’t want to miss a second of you. You do a final spin, your arms moving up and down in circular motions and then you step carefully with the song until you halt with your arms tucked around your head signifying the end of the song and the death of the swan.

There’s a hushed silence until the spotlight shuts off and then the whole arena is clapping and cheering loudly. Calum and Patrick stand to their feet and so does everybody else as you skate off  and wait for the next competitor to come out. 

They were the last one doing a song by Tchaikovsky, it was intense and in your face and Calum thought you were way better. 

“She’s going to win, right?” Calum asks when it’s time for medaling. “She nailed it.”

“There were a couple of minor mishaps,” Patrick says, “if I saw them then the judges did. But what’s important is that she made her marks, the presentation was exquisite and her spin was perfect.”

That gave Calum hope, he thinks Patrick is crazy in thinking there were minor mishaps but he might be a little biased. Just a little bit.

You ended up taking first place and you were crying on the platform as the medal was placed around your neck. Calum couldn’t wait to meet you and you leapt into his arms once you were close enough. 

“You had the whole room in awe,” he says into your neck. He squeezes you tightly. “I’m so proud of you, Princess.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you, Tiger.” 

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[taffycandyqt]

👉👈 can I get some head-cannons on how 1987 and 2003 Casey would act as dads to his and the readers kid…….i have to imagine ‘87 Casey would be an interesting parental figure……not a bad one just very…..very interesting

Very interesting indeed...

03' & 87' Casey Jones x reader

Warnings none:

Fluff

2003 Casey:

Will cal the child squirt, tiny, chump, and/or kiddo

It all just depends on his mood.

If the kid is a girl he'll definitely call her princess or little darling and if they're a boy he'll call him little man, or buff little man.

He will love the crap out of your kids, dude is honestly so happy to be a dad.

When he first married you he wanted kids but he was also pretty scared and wasn't sure he was ready.

When it finally happened though?

He was so happy.

Just picture this man laying in the bed with your new born in his hands while they moved their little hands around without any real reason.

He would have literal stars in his eyes.

Dude would probably start taking his baseball bat with him every time he left the house.

Ain't no way he's going out with his kids without proper protection in New York of all places.

He would have a blast teaching the kids about hockey and if they were genuinely interested hockey games would become their biggest bonding moments.

Bro is honestly just a really fun dad.

Any game the kids play with him he will be 100% into it.

Doesn't matter what role he's playing he will literally destroy your house if your kids say it's what his character would do.

In short you had to tell the kids (and your fully grown adult husband) that real weapons were not, infact, toys and to stop stabbing your furniture.

You almost blew a gasket when you walked in the room to see Casey rip one of your couch pillows in half.

Yeeeeeah...

He won't be doing that again.

Also, ice cream trips are a staple in your house.

the kids want iced cream?? Why not!

Honestly he wants ice cream just as much as them.

If you say no he will join in with the kids and either try to get you to say yes or just try and convince you with puppy dog eyes.

when you kids hit the rebellious teen phase he will wil feel so much internal conflict.

On the one hand what they are doing is extremely dangerous, irresponsible, and/or disrespectful and it's infuriating.

But on the other... He also did those things at their age.

...

BUT HE WASN'T AS BAD (this is true. He was worse)

He is still happy with their teenage stage though.

The proud dad moments will be golden.

I feel like your guys kids would gravitate towards certain turtle uncles.

They would just click more with one than the other and he's happy to see his kids still having a connection with his old friends.

Mikey will complain to him often though if none of your kids pick him as their favorite uncle.

Overall, Casey is a top tier dad.

1987 Casey:

This dude is an entire basket case.

Not to say he isn't a good dad! He is.

You just have to thoroughly explain child safety and proper emotional reactions.

Examples would be, "You can't let our kid beat up their teacher for giving them an unfair grade" or "you can't hand a toddler a golf club to swing around the house" or "Sticking a fork in an electrical outlet will electrocute them"

Once you show him how to legally and safely go about certain situations, there actually aren't many problems!

He is very strict on what he believes to be right and wrong.

While his methods may be a tad counterproductive he means well and he will do everything in his power to mold your kids into well mannered law abiding citizens.

And in case you were wondering, he sees the whole beating up the teacher thing as the teacher lying on an official government document sooooooo.

In any case he's doing his best.

Casey doesn't really spend much time around the turtles in this version so their less like uncles to your kids and more just, "People dad knows".

If your kids show an interest in the turtles though, he will make a point to hang around more often.

When it comes to his mask Casey likes to leave it on.

It makes him feel prepared for any potential danger and he honestly doesn't feel fully dressed without it.

9 times out of 10 though, if your kids ask him to take it off he will.

He just loves them so much, and as paranoid as he can be he still wants his kids to know their fathers real face.

When it comes to raising your kids he is usually the one dishing out punishments. Not because you don't, he's just quicker at it.

He understands your kids are learning the ins and outs of life and he wants to make sure they know the consequences of their actions so they're prepared when they go out into the real world.

That being said he is also very fair.

If your kid didn't know something was wrong he won't punish them.

He'll just tell them why it was wrong and not to do it again. If they do it after that? Then they get time-out.

Like 2003 Casey, he is also very playful and loves playing games with the kids.

He will run with them around the house, dress up in costumes, do weird voices and all that jazz.

It's so cute honestly. This big buff dude in a hockey mask who prides himself in his strength and ruthless attitude towards "evil doers" will also have the most legitimate tea party while your kids call him Mrs. Whittlebottom.

With the way you both go about raising your kids it seems unlikely, to me, that they would become rebellious teens.

However if that were to happen Casey would be at a complete loss.

Casey has never felt tied down by the rules or "the man" as long as they kept the peoples best interest at heart.

Don't steal things, don't break others property, don't sell harmful substances.

It all made perfect sense to him.

When people follow the rules they are happy and safe and peaceful.

People don't get hurt and they are able to do what they love.

So when your children express feeling trapped by the rules of the house or call the punishment they get by breaking them "unfair" he is straight up confused.

Like, what do you mean its unfair that your growned for seeking out?! You know it's against the rules and you could have gotten hurt! WTF???

This could potentially cause a lot of tension between Casey and your kids but at the end of the day they still love each other.

It just might take some time for them to properly understand the other.

For everyone's sake though, let's not bet on your kids hitting the rebellious phase.

Also, your kids may or may not pick up some of his weird mannerisms such as calling criminals "evil doers" or hunting down literally anyone in the name of justice.

Yeah, it really doesn't help he raises them on super hero shows.

All in all, very dedicated husband and father. Will literally die for his family.

#tmnt 87 #tmnt 1987 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtle 1987 #1987 casey #2003 casey jones x reader #casey jones x reader #casey x reader #2003 casey jones #1987 Casey Jones #87 Casey x reader

[slaymybreathaway]

Dating Bruno Carelli Would Include:

Warnings: lots of fluff with the slighest ever mentions of angst and smut

Word Count: 259

Masterlist

~ trying to keep the relationship a secret for as long as possible

~ the sideways glances while sitting beside eachother in school (like Gwen and Miles)

~ wearing couples costumes to Avengercon

~ Mrs. Khan giving Bruno extra food for you whenever he goes over

~ hand holding, hand holding and guess what? Even more hand holding

~ you being the first person that he tells about getting into Cal-Tech

~ his Nonna loves you

~ always giving you his hoodies, even when you insist that you're not cold

~ getting fashion advice from Nakia before every date

~ being his plus one to Aamir's wedding

~ he's a switch ifywim

~ him teaching you all about techy stuff

~ getting mad at him for not telling you about Kamala's powers

~ Simple but well-planned dates. He definately thinks about them weeks im advance

~ him making a little robot pet for you

~ he's jealous... Especially of Kamran

~ dancing on the rooftop at dusk

~ would teach himself about stuff that you're interested and tries to impress you by bringing it up randomly.

~ asked for your parent's permission to date you

~ Hanging out with him at the store when he can't get out of his shift

~ gets along well with your family

~ definitely asked for consent before kissing you for the first time

~ h.c = he's insanely good at air-hockey

~ calls you sweetheart

~ he's actually ripped...

~ him making sure you know that him and Kamala are just friends

~ him being a total simp for you

~ staying up all night talking to him on the phone

#marvel #mcu fanfiction #ms marvel #bruno carrelli #bruno x reader #kamala khan #iman vellani #earth 616 #comic books #superhero #captain marvel #phase 4 #bruno carrelli x reader

[dontspillthefrijoles43]

Lost Hero- XII Breisa

Inconveniences

Warnings: Teenagers being teenagers, demigods not getting a break, weird dreams, fluff if you squint

Word count: 800

Summary: Another thing after another, being a demigod sucks— especially being a Hecate kid

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Breisa realized that there were three things inconvenient to being a Hecate child.

The first thing was that magic required a lot of skill and patience for it to work. She had neither of those qualities. 

The second thing was how intrusive to another person's privacy. She would rather not know why Cal wants to bash in demigod faces. 

And the last was how scary and unpredictable it can be. 

How did Breisa come to this conclusion? Just pure frickin’ coincidence.

Take the argument that occurred in the hotel room. Leo’s anger had hit her point blank with a vengeance— there was something underlying in it. A spark. But not magic like hers. It was different. And powerful. 

Unfortunately the spark wasn’t the only thing. His anger caused a vision.

Briesa saw pieces of it on the way to the palace, but his anger made it clear:

White embers bursting from Leo's hands.

The same steel doors shut close to garage in flames— the sign on top of it said “Espranza’s” burning from both ends. 

Dirt women with that same sleepy smile. 

Leo had fire abilities.

That killed his mom.

That was the big secret.

 Knowing this was the worst. She had no right to pry into his mind and learn of this secret. Even if she kept pressuring him to tell. Only he could have given her that right to know. 

If it wasn’t for Breisa’s powers she would have been blissfully clueless. 

So yeah being a Hecate kid had major inconveniences.

But, there were some advantages. Like making mini snowmen to entertain Hockey buff. Who in turn let Leo reactivate Festus.

“Fight Fight!!” Cal cheered at the snowmen as they pushed and shoved at each other.

Breisa stood above the snowmen, moving her fingers like a puppeteer. Purple aurora (mist?) twisted along her fingers, some of it floated to the limbs of the snowmen. They moved with her fingers.

“How are you doing that?” Leo spoked suddenly. He had been quiet since the hotel room. 

 Festus clicked at the snow, he seemed curious as well. 

“Dunno.” She shrugged as nonchalant as possible, “Just thought what would entertain a big dumb violent Jock—fighting. So I thought about action figures. And well these guys came along. I guess I summoned them?”

Leo was about to ask another question, when footsteps were heard from the stairs. “Oh meirda. Here they come.”

 Breisa stopped moving her fingers causing the purple to fade and the snowmen melted into the ground.

“Awe.” Cal pouted. 

“Sorry.” Breisa muttered and quickly put her attention to Khione leading Piper and Jason down. 

At the bottom step, Khione turned to Piper. “You have fooled my father, girl. But you have not fooled me. We are not done. And you, Jason Grace, I will see you as a statue in the throne room soon enough.” 

“Boreas is right,” Jason said. “You’re a spoiled kid. See you around, ice princess.”

Khione’s eyes flared pure white. For once, she seemed at a loss for words. She stormed back up the stairs—literally.

Halfway up, she turned into a blizzard and disappeared. 

“Be careful,” Zethes warned. “She never forgets an insult.”

Cal grunted in agreement. “Bad sister.” 

“She’s the goddess of snow,” Jason said. “What’s she going to do, throw snowballs at us?”

Breisa stuck in a breath. She had a feeling that the snow goddess was more than capable of causing a couple of storms than snowballs.

Leo looked devastated. “What happened up there? You made her mad? Is she mad at me too? Guys, that was my prom date!”

“Seriously? Killer frosty as a date?” Breisa scoffed, but quickly caught herself. “Whatever man. Anyone want to share what the hell happened up there?”

 “We’ll explain later,” Piper promised, sharing a look with Jason.

“Yeah,” he agreed after a beat, “We’ll explain later.” 

Breisa gave a look to Leo, and he looked just as confused as her

“Be careful, pretty girl,” Zethes said to Piper. “The winds between here and Chicago are bad-tempered. Many other evil things are stirring. I am sorry you will not be staying. You would make a lovely ice statue, in which I could check my reflection.” 

“Thanks,” Piper said. “But I’d sooner play hockey with Cal.” 

“Hockey?” Cal’s eyes lit up. 

“Joking,” Piper said. “And the storm winds aren’t our worst problem, are they?” 

“Oh, no,” Zethes agreed. “Something else. Something worse.” 

“Worse,” Cal echoed. 

Breisa wondered what that meant.

“Can you tell me?” Piper gave them a smile. 

This time, the charm didn’t work. The purple-winged Boreads shook their heads in unison. The hangar doors opened onto a freezing starry night, and Festus the dragon stomped his feet, anxious to fly.

 “Ask Aeolus what is worse,” Zethes said darkly. “He knows. Good luck.” 

He almost sounded like he cared what happened to them, even though a few minutes ago he’d wanted to make Piper into an ice sculpture. 

Cal patted Leo and Breisa on the shoulder. “Don’t get destroyed,” he said, which was probably the longest sentence he’d ever attempted. “Next time—hockey. Pizza. And Fights!” 

“Come on, guys.” Jason stared out at the dark. He was eager to get going.  “Let’s go to Chicago and try not to get destroyed.”

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Now gliding through the air, Breisa hoped and prayed that whatever was in Chicago would be easier.

After hearing about the interaction with Boreas—threats of being turned to ice, his personality flipped from Greek to Roman, and how their quest humored him— it didn’t seem likely that the ride would smooth over soon. 

Leo passed Breisa some sandwiches from his pack. She passed them back to Piper and Jason making sure she gave Piper the vegan one.

Leo had been weirdly quiet ever since they’d told him what happened in the throne room. 

“I still can’t believe Khione,” he said. “She looked so nice.”

“I think you’re mistaking niceness for bitchiness.” Breisa grumbled from behind him.

 “Trust me, man,” Jason said. “Snow may be pretty, but up close it’s cold and nasty.”

“We’ll find you a better prom date.” Piper smiled, but Leo didn’t look pleased.

 Neither him or Breisa mentioned much about their time in the hotel.

With what Breisa knew, she wondered if Leo would ever open up about his powers. 

But it seemed like that vision memory might be imprinted in his brain at the moment. She still felt awful for causing it. And deciding to deal with their issues later— Breisa they would break into arguing again.

His mood seemed to be affecting Festus, who grumbled and steamed as he tried to keep himself warm in the cold Canadian air. Happy the Dragon was not so happy.

 Nobody talked.

They were all in a mood. 

Breisa spaced out and stared into the starry sky. Snow flakes fell, landing into her curls. You could never get this view in East Los.

Her eyelids were getting heavy. She realized how tired she really was. 

But how could she possibly sleep right now? It would be better on a comfortable  bed.

“Deberías dormir.” Leo looked from the corner of his eye. “It’s a long way to Chicago, you know…It wouldn’t be good if you’re a delirious zombie when we land.”

“I'm the kid of a night goddess.” She argued, “I can stay up.”

“Tell that to the bags under your eyes.” Leo remarked,  “You already did a night watch. It's your turn to get some rest. Besides, they’re already passed out.”

Breisa looked to see that he was right. Piper was leaning back on Jason. Both were sound asleep.

With them looking all snuggled up– her whole body began to wear down. 

She yawned. “No me dejarás caer.”

“Can’t let you go splat,” Leo said. “Who else is going to manipulate dumb jocks with magic tricks?”

“Hmn.” Breisa hummed. Then leaned down and rested her head on his shoulder with her arms around his waist. Her sleep deprived mind was completely unaware of her actions.

The warmth that Leo radiated was cozy, safe. And he smelled like cinderwood and cinnamon. Surprisingly the army coat added to comfort, it almost felt like a pillow. 

The world began to melt away, and she began to dream…

—

“¡Aye, No!” The voice of her Tía cried. “That girl is in so much trouble when she gets home!” 

She was in the tiny  dining room-kitchen of their small apartment. Pacing between table and stove. 

The window above the dining table was open a bit—That meant she just had her cafecito and conchas. Tía Celia liked to enjoy it with the calming scenery of downtown. Especially since Christmas was coming around the corner.

Although right now she is not so calm. She still had her work uniform on. So she might’ve also just gone off.

The home phone was in her grasp. Which meant that she either got a call from Breisa’s school or her own half ass voicemail.

Neither would be considered good news. 

“Por Dios.” Tía sighed, “Mateo, you gave me a lot to work with. She’s exactly like us when we were young. Getting into trouble…¿Qué puedo hacer?”

Breisa felt guilty. She didn’t mean to worry her so much. 

“I know she’s a good kid.” Tía spoke aloud tearfully, “Was sending her away the right thing? I hope this would’ve helped…Am I a bad person?”

‘No!’ Breisa wanted to scream. ‘You aren’t a bad person, Tia! It’s my fault! I’m…I’m sorry.”

Her aunt paused. Like she heard her. 

Then she shook her head. “I can’t stress myself out. You wouldn’t have wanted that. Neither would Mija. I need to figure out how I’m going to find her. Especially if she’s staying with a friend.”

She began to dial a phone number. It rang.

Oh boy. Breisa thought. Tía Celica would not be happy once she figured out that she was across the country. Could chácalas travel that far? 

She just needed her to stay away. At least until she could get home. And explain everything. 

Breisa wished that Tía would just trust that she could handle herself. 

The strangest thing happened. Tía paused again. She looked around the apartment. Her eyes landed directly on Breisa's. They held eye contact for a brief moment, before she looked away. 

Tía hung up the phone. “I’ll wait. I can’t jump to conclusions. Not like last time…I just hope she calls soon.” 

Before Breisa could react the dream shifted. The world spun. And she was submerged in darkness. It was like murky water, but more goopy. 

She looked and moved around trying to adjust. But she only sank in.

“It will do you no use, little witch.” That familiar voice rumbled. Her accent stronger and more prominent than before.“You will not find much here. Not if I allow it.”

Bresia breathed uneasily. “What do you want? Why are you here?”

The voice cackled in delight,“To warn you, little witch. See my companions are coming after you and your friends.

If you stick with them, you’ll surely die…but if you choose to leave them. Betray them, so much better. Walk away.

I’ll give you back the life you deserve. You are so much better without them. With your loving aunt, who won’t worry any more. Maybe you’ll reunite with your father.”

Breisa hesitated for a moment. But she shook her head. “No! I’m not letting you get in my head. I won’t walk away. I won’t let you hurt them. We’ll stop you.” 

“Strong willed are we?” The voice growled, “Why do you protect?  High and mighty sky prince can not recognize his namesake. How do you know he is not dangerous? The girl is manipulative and she hardly knows you. She could easily use you.

And that Fire boy. You think he would forgive you for learning of his secret? And the things you have done to him? Surely the hate will drive you apart.” 

“Shut up!” Breisa snapped. Then she regretted it, but she held her ground. “I won’t leave them. You’ll have better than words.”

The voice snarled, “If that’s your choice. They only hold you back. Hope you have a nice trip demigod.``

Breisa felt cold breeze on her neck, the dream world spun—

And she woke up to everyone screaming.

 Breisa was free-falling through the air.

—

(A/N: Five months is a long time 😅, but I’m back. Posting slowly, trying to get to the meat of this this story. Hope you all enjoy this, editing for a really long time. [As well as other chapters before] Also it’s ✨Christmas season🎄✨ figured it be the best time to post this.)

Translations for the chapter— coming soon

#leo valdez #leo valdez x oc #leo valdez x fem! reader #poc oc #spanish speaking oc #heroes of olympus #lost hero #pjo tumblr #jason grace #piper mclean #Breisa Alessandro #Hoo #fem!oc #pjo

[outerspaceisbetterthannothing]

My Ultimate Reading List v2.0 Fics

A/N: As some of you have heard or seen, My Ultimate Reading List (in it’s original version) has crashed on desktop because of (as I realised trying to restore it) too big number of links, so I’m basically recreating the whole thing in a new format. This post goes for One Shots and Serieses. There’s one more post for Blurbs. I’m really sorry for the tag notifs for the people who has been tagged already in a previous version. Hope it’s not much of an inconvenience. I’m also not going to delete the first version of the list, as it’s been liked and reposted a lot of times, it’s still working on mobile, so some might still use it. But all the updates are going to happen only on this post, which I’m going to put in my bio instead of an old one.

So, this list was created because of my crazy urge to reread favourite fics and blurbs from time to time. It was made purely for me, but if it helps you to find a fic or a writer you’d love, I’d be only happy. I tried to make navigation easy. For blurbs links go to my reblogs, for oneshots and full lengths links go to the original posts. I try to check links from time to time, but if you see that some of them don’t work, please, hmu.

* stands for the implied smut

*** stands for the pure smut

This list is far from finished, that’s just the first things that came to mind and/or were reblogged. Still have a ton to add. So will update it every now and then.

NOTE, pls: There’s no Michael content here! And that’s not because I don’t like him or don’t appreciate him enough. I guess, it’s quite the opposite tbh. There’s no Michael content here because I appreciate him too much. I love this cute little kitten, he’s the most precious soul and, most of the time I think, there would be no 5sos without Michael Gordon Clifford. I just don’t have any fantasies or images of him in me, don’t see him in any way romantically. That’s why I don’t read (or write for that matter) about him as main character. I understand, that I miss a whole lotta great authors and fics because of that. Maybe it’ll change in the future. But for now, it is what it is.

Also HUGE SHOUT OUT TO THE PEOPLE WHOSE WRITING IS ON THE LIST - THANK YOU FOR THIS! THESE FICS AND BLURBS BELOW HAVE REALLY GIVEN ME ALL TYPES OF FEELS, INSPIRATION, MOTIVATION AND CONTENT. I’M FOREVER GRATEFUL FOR THESE WONDERFUL GIFTS YOU GAVE TO ALL OF US.

THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, WONDERFUL PEOPLE! ALL MY LOVE FOR YOU!

Oneshots

Ashton

Heartbeat by @gigglyirwin [Classic fluff and one of my all time faves]

Our Shining Star [Dad!Ashton] by @myloverboyash [Special thank you to @lashtoncurls for the tracking down the runaway author lol]

Blindfold*** by @cal-puddies​ [Cashton smut which is too hot for this world]

Ain’t nobody got a drummer like mine*** by @myloverboyash [Drumming and banging 👀 at the drum kit]

I Can Love You In The Shower*** by @myloverboyash [Cute giggly shower sex with a little bit of trauma]

Will We Always Be Pretending*** by @myloverboyash [Bff to lovers AND fake dating in one fic, what else could you wish for???]

Wherever You Are*** by @myloverboyash [childhood best friends to lovers]

Let Me Be The One To Save You pt 1 and pt 2 by @myloverboyash [prince!Ashton Au by which I am intrigued and I AM WAITING PATIENTLY, SKYLER, LOL]

Noticed Nights by @calpops [Artist!Ash and another masterpiece by Eve]

Calum

The Little Spoon by @gigglyirwin [Classic fluff] 

Valentine’s Day*** by @angelbabylu

Lucky Shot In Paradise*** by @cakesunflower [Bartender!Cal]

Heartbeat by @uncrownedqueeen [Dad!Cal]

All These Years by @felicitycal

Blindfold*** by @cal-puddies [Cashton smut which is too hot for this world]

No chemistry*** by @novacxlum [Heartbreakingly great college enemies to lovers]

Where were you in the morning?* by @snapbackcake [If this ultimately truthful but sad af one won’t make you cry, consider asking for help, because it’s too sad but also beautiful as hell]

Let me good to you*** by @snapbackcake [The description says it’s 6.8k words of absolute filth, and I have nothing else to add besides of what a great filth it is, so, 18+ kids]

Road Trip: Cake*** by @softforcal [Er, Cake threesome, idek what to say here]

Redamancy by @cakesunflower [Heart wrecking fluff]

Birthday Getaway by @etherealhood [Cuteness and romance overload]

Ghost of you by @myloverboyash [Super angst, prepare to cry your eyeballs out, and i’m still in my feels, Skyler, how could you???]

Picture this by @currentlyupcalsass [One of the best college au’s ever]

Best Friend’s Brother*** by @lukescaboose [Nerdy Cal and soft smut]

Another Ride*** by @babyloontrash [Another Cal smut which is like, really hot]

The Course of True Love Never Did Run Smooth*** by @i-calumhood [Wonderful enemies to fuck buddies to lovers with an asshole college!Cal]

Ice*** by @morningfears [Super hot enemies to lovers with hockey player Cal aka an ultimate dream]

Ka Hopena by @wildflowergrae​ [Soulmate AU, surfing and Hawaii, what else can you ask for?]

We Got That Good Love*** by @myloverboyash​ [Sex in the shower and like wet Calum)]

Balloon*** by @currentlyupcalsass [one of the most precious things I have ever read in my entire live! realisation of love to Calum of mc and absolute happiness for you]

First Concert by @ukulelecal [dad!Cal and kids visiting 5sos concert]

Eleven*** by @babyloontrash [fwb with breakfast]

Luke

Boyfriend’s little brother*** by @lukehemmingssmut  [There was also a second part promised, sooooo ^.^]

Fuck me like you hate me*** by @myloverboyash

Baby*** by @lukescaboose [Sweetest ever bff to lovers with soft boi Lu]

Hashimoto by @burncrashbromance​ [special for Disabled!Sos]

Full lengths and Serieses

Ashton

Hate sex Series*** by @irwinofficial Tell Me How Much You Hate Me, Our Kinky Secret, Good Enough, No Longer A Secret  [one of the best Ash smuts ever 👀]

Side chick*** by @cal-puddies [Beautifully filthiest smut with cheating, all the wrong choices and Cashton love triangle] part 1, part 2

Calum

Sugar Coated Pain by @cakesunflower [Boxer!Cal] [That’s what I lost my 5sos-fanfiction-virginity to, so, hey, Summer, thanks for the experience lmao]

Cigarette series*** by @cal-puddies [Best friend!Calum and a lot of hot smut 👀] Cigarette, Corona, Rolling Papers, Black on Black, Stuck [which was later replaced by the next part, but I’ll put it as long as it exists on the original list of parts, but don’t get confused], Navy Button Down, A Hotter Touch, Pancakes, The Second Thing, Ours, Losing You, Little toes, Holy Water, Date Night, Me, You and Little Hood, Five Years Later

Wherever you are by @mysticalhood [Long distance with Cal and tons of tears with me]

Dates With Cal by @calpops [this is so cute i higkey don’t want it to end like ever] First date, Second date, Second date pt, Third date, Calum cooking part one and two, The next evening, Cuddling and meeting guys, Worrying about ‘his girl’, Being her only guy, Meeting Mali, Soft nights, Talking about her family, Not everybody liking her, Tropical getaway, Being smitten around guys, Leaving talk, Night before the tour, Being away from each other, Cal coming home, Saying ‘i love you’, Cal being jealous of Duke, Watching her in the morning, Taking a bath together, Talking to guys about taking a next step, Grocery shopping, Asking her to move in, Choosing a house, Packing her stuff, Packing his stuff, First night in the new house, Unpacking, Finding out habits

Business Blurbs by @calpops [series of blurbs of Calum and Ash being owners of a record shop, Luke keeping an antique store and Mike having a bakery]

Masquerade Made by @calpops [fake dating college AU blurb series] First party, Fighting in a philosophy class

Veiled Valor by @calpops [pirate!Calum, runaway princess, heart wrecking mutual pining and writing style deserving 19th century prose] Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

Versace on the Floor by @singt0mecalum [Dad’s friend Calum, age difference and *supposedly* hottiest content] Intro chapter

#writingrecs #readitbeforeyoudie #5sos #5 seconds of summer fanfic #5sos smut #5sos fluff #5 seconds of summer #5 seconds of summer fic #5 seconds of summer imagine #calumhood #calum5sos #calum hood fanfic #calum hood imagine #calum hood fanfiction #ashtonirwin #ashton5sos #ashton irwin fanfic #ashton irwin imagine #ashton irwin fanfiction #ashton irwin fic #lukehemmings #luke5sos #luke hemmings fanfiction #luke hemmings one shot #calum smut #ashton smut #luke smut

[rosecolouredash]

Momentum ; Hockey!Cashton

Summary: Anything your boyfriend did on the ice, you also did on the ice. When dating a hockey player, you had to be ready to carry every victory and every mistake home with you. So imagine dating two.

Warnings: fluff, so soft (duh), sports-related violence.......

Notes: So I have three unfinished one shots for the hockey!au but I’ve hyped this one up the past few days so it moved to the top of my ‘to finish’ list. Hopefully, it doesn’t disappoint. Also, fun fact: this was originally just a hockey!calum fic (Eve, you should know the ONE) with some minor changes…I’ll leave it at that so that y’all can just read. Enjoy ☺️

It was the Saturday morning skate before the game, that evening, against the Hornets. Since the skate was optional, not everyone from the Timberwolves had shown up, with some players opting to rest or avoid the rink before the big matchup. Unfortunately, you couldn’t say the same for you and your two captain boyfriends.

The continuous loop of skates on ice, whistleblowing and playful banter between teammates were all white noise to you. Sitting in one of the arena’s many seats, you tried to keep your focus on the textbook in your lap. You had an upcoming exam and watching the team practice was not going to stop you from achieving a decent enough grade. Breathing out a sigh, you made note of where you were on your page and stole a glance towards the ice. You could pick out Ashton and Calum, even in a large group of boys, wearing identical jerseys. Though the block letters of ‘C’ and ‘A,’ respectively on their left breast, were a huge giveaway.

Once after a game, you joked with them about the irony of having each other’s initial stitched over their hearts, a showing tell that they belonged to one another, but what about you? That night they made sure to remind you of their feelings for their sweetheart; branding you through peppered kisses and love bites discreetly placed.

—

It was a couple hours in, that your mind began to wander again. Most people would be deterred to spend so much time at the ice rink, especially with the low temperatures but you had grown accustomed to it throughout the years. It also helped that there was never an outage of warm sweaters to be stolen and worn. You were currently wrapped in one of the boys’ hoodies - you think, Ashton’s?

“Ready to head out for lunch, sweets?” Speaking of the devil.

You looked towards the end of your aisle of seats to find Ashton Irwin, captain of the Timberwolves, duffel bag hanging over his left shoulder and hockey stick in hand, on the right. Gathering your stuff together and into your backpack, you met Ash at the end of the row. He set his stuff aside before you wrapped your arms around his neck, in greeting. You breathed in his fresh scent; him having just showered before meeting you. He returned your hug, squeezing gently while placing a quick peck to your temple.

Noticing that he was alone, you broke away, in confusion. “Where’s Cal?”

Ashton retrieved his things, making sure to also take your backpack, and you both made your way towards the exit.

“He’s already outside with Luke and Mike. I hope you don’t mind, they’re joining us at the diner.”

You voiced that you could never mind their company. Michael and Luke were as much a presence in your boyfriends’ lives as you were. Not to mention, you genuinely enjoyed their company being Michael’s official study buddy since you shared a number of classes together at your college. Ashton and Calum were accustomed to your all-nighters and coffee runs together. Luke, on the other hand, was your party friend; the two of you being the lightest of lightweights. To the embarrassment of their bud but amusement for you, your boyfriends could always find you in the middle of a dance floor; both moving completely off beat to whatever music was playing.

When you stepped foot outside, it was easy to spot Luke, Michael and Calum waiting on you, the latter’s black SUV parked at the curb. Your boyfriend’s back was facing towards you so you signaled, with a finger to your lips, to the other two boys. Unfortunately, unbeknownst to you, Calum was well-aware of your plan when he noticed a flicker of a grin appear on both of his best friends’ faces. There was only one person that they made that smile to.

Before you could wrap your arms around Calum, he turned around and made a grab for you. You shrieked in surprise, being the one held tightly around your waist and not the other way around.

“Nice try, sweetheart.”

You blew him a raspberry.

He laughed at that and he knelt his head down slightly, so he could nuzzle his nose against yours. Between your two boys, Calum usually wasn’t the one to show much PDA so he must have been really tired from the early morning skate. That was one of the only times he was most affectionate, when he was sleepy; the other being when he would feel extra soft in the bedroom, which wasn’t too often.

Ashton let out a hearty laugh, watching you two as he placed his gear and your stuff into the back of Calum’s vehicle. When you all had calmed down and you properly greeted Luke and Mike with hugs, you left for some well deserved lunch.

—

You had all just finished eating, deciding to hang out at the diner before heading to your respective apartments. Squished in one side of a booth, you sat between Ashton and Cal; Michael and Luke occupying the other side. Easy-going conversations were made between the five of you as you held onto one of Calum’s hands under the table. His other hand was used to prop his head atop of it. Ashton, all the while, kept a gentle grip of your thigh.

When the topic of tonight’s game came into light, an uneasy feeling came over you. The Hornets were the Timberwolves biggest rivals. It wasn’t the Hornets’ team, as a whole, that made you uneasy but one player in particular. The captain of the Hornets, Kyle Larson, always gave the boys a hard time. For whatever reason. It was at their last game and still in the pre-season that Larson almost hospitalized Luke after hitting him hard into the boards. Even though Luke was fine, in the end, Michael was still thrown out of that game for lunging at the Hornets’ captain and giving him a bloodied and broken nose. Larson was suspended for a number of games after the incident and this was the first time they’d come face to face since.

At your sudden silence, Calum gave your hand a squeeze; Ashton doing the same with your thigh. Almost simultaneously. They always seemed to know how you felt and what you were thinking. They hated that their issues on the ice would always come back to you and stress you out. When the three of you had decided to be together, you knew that this was all part of the package deal - the burden of carrying the weight of fights, frustrations and mistakes made while playing the sport they loved but also the joys and the passions from victories, championship titles and trophies.

The team was your family; you would do anything for them. If Calum and Ash could adore you any more than they did, for your love and worry over them and their team, they would.

—

It was now the evening. You stood in the tunnel, between the Timberwolves’ locker room and the entrance of the ice, with your two boyfriends. Ashton and Calum were already taller than you but in full hockey garb and an extra couple of inches on skates, they currently towered you.

This was your pregame ritual. The team being nice enough to leave the three of you alone for a moment together.

“I’m a couple rows above and behind the team’s bench. You won’t miss me,” you said looking up at them.

“We’ll always miss you when you’re not right next to us, sweets,” Ashton replied leaning down to steal a kiss from your lips.

“Real suave, Ash.” You giggled and treated your other boy with a kiss. Calum needed to lean down too.

Before any other words could be shared between you, the sound of someone making a gagging noise interrupted you. Both Ashton and Cal looked away from you and out towards the unwanted guest. Turning your head, you could already guess who it was, based on the frowns gracing your boyfriends’ faces.

“You shouldn’t be here.” Ashton glowered at none other than Kyle Larson, captain of the Hornets.

“Sorry, was I interrupting a moment?” A mock laugh escaping his lips.

With no change in the stone cold expression he was giving the other captain, Calum looked him dead in the eyes. “Nose looks good, Lars. Hope you tipped your surgeon well.”

Larson grimaced, scrunching said nose in habit. He had no real retort to that and so he made his way to the locker rooms meant for the visiting teams. Before disappearing from view, you heard his voice echo down the hall. “See you on the ice, boys.”

—

The Timberwolves were up one goal, in the second period. Currently the Hornets’ captain had possession of the puck. Larson kept eye contact with the Wolves’ top defenceman and alternate captain when he dumped the puck towards their net. He watched, a wicked grin on his face, as Calum’s line turned their backs on them to retrieve the puck. Everyone except Hood, himself.

They were at a stalemate on the ice.

With ten feet between them, Calum let out a breath through his nose, squaring up and taking off towards Larson. His adversary did the same, both set on a collision of catastrophic proportions.

At the moment of impact, Calum felt nothing. Not because the hit was so powerful that it knocked him out but because it never happened. Confusion settled in as Calum twisted his body on the ice, frantically looking for Larson. It seems that Larson had pivoted around him, at the very last second. Calum’s blood ran as cold as the ice he lived and breathed on, when his mind registered the brute’s true intentions.

The hit was never meant for him.

Helpless, he did the only thing that he could and cried out.

—

Your breath caught in your lungs, watching Calum and Larson charge at each other. Squeezing your eyes shut, you waited for the whistle to signal a stop in the play, but it never came. A feeling of dread settled in the pit of your stomach when you opened your eyes. You could imagine that you shared the same look on your face as your boyfriend - the one standing frozen on the ice and not the one unaware that the trajectory of Larson’s hit was actually intended for him. At that realization, you abruptly got out of your seat and did the only thing that you could and cried out too.

—

“ASHTON!”

The captain of the Timberwolves could have sworn that, in an arena full of people, you and Calum had cried out for him. Ashton was sure that he could distinguish your voices, anywhere. He was lucky enough to know both of your ins and outs - on the ice, off the ice and behind closed doors. He was confident that he could tell them apart, even in a sea of others. He would have realized, in that moment, he did just that.

If only pain hadn’t blossomed at the back of his body and his head.

If only he hadn’t blacked out.

Tagged: @irwinkitten @calpops @rosecoloredash @lilbabycalum @gorgeouslygrace @rainingcal @asht0n-irwin

#ro writes #5 seconds of summer #hockey!5sos #hockey!au #ashton irwin #calum hood #michael clifford #luke hemmings #poly hockey!cashton #poly cashton #5sos one shot #5sos imagine

[theloverofmine]

sleeping with strangers (calum hood)

summary: what started as a potential one-night stand ended with what could be the start of a beautiful relationship (feat fratboy!cal)

category: fluff?

word count: 1.7k

a/n: there’s no smut in this lmao

masterlist

One party. That’s all it took for you to break every promise you ever made to yourself. Your friend had been begging you to come to this party and after days of refusing, you finally gave in and that was the decision that changed everything.

1. I will not go to a party.

You never really went to parties. They just weren’t your scene. Who wants to go to houses full of sweaty bodies and alcohol? And yet here you were, putting on a dress you never would have worn otherwise, and caking on more makeup than you have ever worn.

2. I will not get drunk.

There was so much to be done the next day, you couldn’t possibly do it all with a hangover. But when your friend offered you a red solo cup filled with a mysterious mixed drink, you couldn’t turn them down. You told yourself it would be one drink. But one drink led to another and now the room was spinning and you could not even form a coherent thought.

3. I will not make out with a stranger.

Yet you found yourself playing intense tonsil hockey with a boy you had just met a mere two hours ago by the beer pong table. His body sandwiched you between him and the wall while his hands roamed your body. His tan skin was pressed against yours as your fingers found their way into his raven curls. You stayed that way for a while, your lips hungrily kissing the stranger, until you pulled away to break your next promise to yourself.

4. I will not go home with a stranger.

For some reason, you followed the stranger as he led you through the frat house and into, what you assumed to be, his bedroom.

You were now on his bed, with him hovering above you kissing down your neck.

5. I will not sleep with a stranger.

The make-out session had kept you away from the alcohol long enough for you to feel yourself sobering up a bit (you were still incredibly drunk- but at least you could think clearly now) and when you realized what was happening and how far this could go, you immediately stopped and tried to push the boy on top of you off. 

“Wait, wait stop.”

“What’s wrong? Did I do something?” The boy asked.

You stood up and walked away from the bed. He now sat up and followed you with his eyes. You shook your head. “No, no, I just… I don’t want to do this.”

“Hey, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

“No, you didn’t do anything I just…”

You thought long and hard about what you could say to get out of this bedroom as quick as you could.

“I’m a virgin and I don’t want to lose it to a one-night stand.” You quickly blurted out.

Well, it was the truth and boys do freak out whenever they hear the word virgin.

The boy stared at you blankly before saying, “Well… What if I wanted to be more than a one-night stand?”

You froze, not knowing how to respond. “W-Well, like I said,” You stuttered, now suddenly nervous. “I’m not losing my virginity to a one-night stand.”

“Wait, no that’s not what I meant to say,” the boy became flustered. “I’m not gonna sleep with you if you don’t want to but I would really like to get to know you.”

You looked at him with surprise all over your face.

“What?” He asked.

“I just didn’t think you’d take no for an answer.”

“What? Just because I’m a fratboy, doesn’t make me a fuckboy.”

You both laughed at his comment.

“No but seriously, I would like to get to know you.”

You raised your eyebrows. “It didn’t seem like it a moment before.”

“Okay first, I just tried to talk to you and then you started kissing me and it just escalated form there.” He raised his hands in defense. “I thought it was what you wanted! And I am a lady pleaser.” He winked.

You rolled your eyes at his charm. You began to walk towards the door, but he quickly stood up and walked over to you.

“Hey, hey! Where are you going?” 

“I want to go home, now if you’ll excuse me…”

“You’re still drunk, I can’t let you drive like this! Stay with me, we don’t have to do anything, we could just talk.” He paused for a bit before continuing, “Aaaand I just said I wanted to get know you more and you’re just gonna walk out on me?” He said with mock hurt.

“Trust me…” You trailed off, drawing a blank on his name.

“You forgot my name already?” he laughed. You sheepily nodded. “It’s Calum.” He smiled.

“Trust me, Calum. You do not want to know drunk Y/N, she is a mess.”

“Well I already know she’s a good kisser. Why not learn some more?”

You felt a blush creep on your cheeks. You knew he was right; you couldn’t drive home drunk. And there was no harm in staying just for tonight, right?

“Alright, Calum. You have one night to learn all you can about Y/N Y/L/N.”

It was now hours after the party had ended. The thumping music that once echoed throughout the fraternity was now replaced by silence. You had changed out of your incredibly tight and uncomfortable dress and into one of Calum’s t-shirts.

So now you and Calum were now comfortably cuddling in his bed, both completely sober. You rested your head on his bicep as his arm was draped around your body, his fingers resting on your hip. You had your arm over his chest, hugging him from the side and feeling his every breath.

“You did what?!” You laughed.

“I went streaking around campus for 10 minutes!” He said.

“You had no other option?!”

“Um, yeah the other one was not get into this frat!” He laughed.

“Man, you really wanted to get in huh?”

“Yeah... I’m surprised no one stopped me. It was a really long time and everything was on display.”

You giggled at him. “I never understood the Greek life.”

“Oh, so what are you into?”

You thought about it for a second. “Hmm...” You hummed. “I don’t really know, I’m not that involved. I really just stay home and do my work.”

“Ugh! That’s so boring! You’ve got to let me take you out some time! Show you everything life has to offer.”

You smiled at the thought of Calum taking you out. “I don’t know, Hood. You and I are very different people.”

“Oh relax, I’m not gonna take you to a club or anything, unless you want to, but I mean like, going around the city, just to get you out of your dorm for a little while.”

You thought about it for a little bit. “That would be nice, actually.”

“So what else do you do besides your work?”

“Uhh... study?”

“Are you serious?”

“What?” You laughed.

“So you’re telling me that you actually stay in your dorm 90% of the time? Like you don’t go out at all?”

“No! I have no reason to. I mean I guess it’s a habit to just study in my free time.”

“A habit?” 

“Oh yeah, I was a total nerd back in high school. I always had my nose in a book, these huge glasses, braces, and acne! Ughh!” You shuddered.

“I can’t even imagine you as a nerd.”

“There’s a reason you don’t see me at these parties, Hood. I’m always at home studying.”

“Damn, can’t relate. I can never just sit down and study, school was never my forte.”

“Oh, yeah? What was?”

“Music. I love music.”

“No way!” You rolled over and were practically on top of him to look at him in the eyes. “Calum Hood, tall, muscular fratboy, a musician?! And people say perfect boys don’t exist!”

Calum blushed at your comment.

“Yeah, I play the bass in a band with my mates.”

“You’ve got to play for me sometime! I’d love to hear it!”

This made Calum smile from ear to ear. He quickly pecked you on the nose and you blushed, hiding your face in his chest. You could feel his chest move up and down as he chuckled.

“Why are you so weird about that? A few hours ago, my tongue was literally down your throat.”

“I don’t know… this is just different…”

“What about this?”

“Wha-”

He cut you off by capturing your lips in his plump ones. He cupped your face gently and sat up so the both of you weren’t in an awkward position. It took you a second to realize what was going on before you started kissing him back. Your hands made their way to the back of his neck as you pulled him closer. His lips were soft and you could faintly taste the alcohol from hours before. The kiss was slow and passionate, unlike the heated make-out session from before. And you couldn’t get enough of it.

Once you both pulled away, you leaned your forehead on his as both of you caught your breath.

“Yeah, that was really different.” You said, answering his question from before.

He smiled. “Well now I know sober Y/N kisses even better.”

You bit your lip to keep yourself from smiling too hard.

You both stared into each other’s eyes for a while, before you pulled him towards you once more and reconnected your lips. He let out a little laugh before kissing you back. Your hands began toying with his hair and his arms now held you tightly around your waist.

Eventually you both had to pull away because the grins on your faces made it too awkward for you two to kiss. 

“I feel a good thing coming.” You whispered.

“Me too.” Calum whispered back.

Technically, you did break your promise of sleeping with a stranger, but it was an entirely different type of sleep. The kind of sleep where you stay up too late talking about each other’s lives. The kind of sleep where you are cuddled in each other’s arms; legs tangled under the covers. The kind of sleep where you knew you would have something great to wake up to the next day. The kind of sleep you haven’t had in so long; and you weren’t about to let go of it anytime soon.

a/n: I am the nerd the nerd is me. I would study and not go to parties this is m e ! shoutout to all the other nerds out there! also yes i know they would be puking from all that alcohol and they’d probably pass out or something but this is cuter so let’s just pretend... okay? thanks.

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[ao3feed-hockey]

Baby, I'm Just on the Other End

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2HWeLTY

by TheWiseOne12

“Hey, B, I wasn’t expecting to hear you until later,” Leds smiled. Whatever the other person said it made Leds smile more but he didn’t respond, instead holding his phone against his chest. “I’m going to head out so I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” Leds told us.

[Alternatively Titled: How many phone conversations can Nick Leddy have?]

Words: 12017, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Nick Leddy, Brandon Saad, John Tavares, Johnny Boychuk, Matt Martin, Travis Hamonic, Cal Clutterbuck, Casey Cizikas, New York Islanders Ensemble

Relationships: Nick Leddy/Brandon Saad

Additional Tags: POV Outsider, Fluff, Homophobia, Coming Out

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2HWeLTY

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #hockey rpf

[talkfastromance4]

Made to be Mine—hockey!cal Valentine’s Day special

authors note: welcome Duke! In this universe Duke is a puppy😊

Warnings: allusion to smut, more like foreplay, other than that just some fluffiness

Word count: 2.3k

Feedback is always welcome!

•••

Whether it was fate or luck you and Calum were both free on Valentine’s Day. You spent the night before at his house staying up watching rom-com’s and The Greatest Showman until you both fell asleep in front of the tv.

“Want to go get breakfast at this diner I know? They have the best pancakes,” he grins at you with sleepy brown eyes.

“Sure, I should probably head home and shower first.”

“I think that can be arranged.”

You gather your things together while he takes a shower of his own, you’re scrolling through Instagram liking all of the cute Valentine’s Day posts that are already flooding in. You came across Ashton, the guy who owns the gym, who posted a picture of a large piece of paper with splotches and smears of two different paint colors; red and blue with some purple mixed in. Two handprints are placed next to each other with a drawn heart between them and he tagged a girl on one of the handprints.

‘You make the masterpiece out of my mess,’ he captioned it and you liked it. You’ll have to ask Calum if he’s got a girlfriend later.

“Ready to go?” Calum asks tousling his hair with a towel, there’s a few wet stains on his t-shirt from his hair.

“All set.”

***

“Can you make some coffee while I shower?” You ask him once you’re at your apartment.

“Sure thing, Princess,” he smiles and kisses your cheek.

You shower as quickly as you can but also make sure to take some time to shave in areas you like to be smooth. You’re hoping tonight will be the night you and Calum will have sex for the first time, it’s been going great so far and you’re ready for that next step. You apply lotion so you’re silky smooth and finish getting ready.

When you open the bathroom door to your room, you let out a gasp at what’s on your bed. There is a teddy bear with a red bow around his neck holding up a large poster board that says ‘WILL YOU BE MY VALENTINE?’ and a bunch of balloons. Calum is sitting on the bed with a single rose and a bashful smile.

“Did you do all of this while I was in there?” you ask in amazement.

“I made the sign a few days ago, but yeah, this was all hiding in my jeep. Do I get an answer?” he arches his eyebrows, twiddling the rose between his fingers.

“Of course I’ll be your Valentine,” you gush and sit on his lap. You cradle his cheeks in your hands and give him multiple kisses. “This is so sweet, thank you.”

“You’re welcome, but the day has just begun, Princess.”

At the diner they’re having a Valentine’s Day special with heart shaped pancakes and a bowl of strawberries with dipping chocolate.

“What else do you have planned for the day?” you ask stabbing at a piece of pancake.

“I thought we’d go see a movie and then there’s a surprise,” his eyes gleamed with mischief and excitement.

“Ooh, a surprise? Do I get a hint?”

“Absolutely not, that’s why it’s a surprise.”

After breakfast, you wander up and down the aisles of a convenient store picking out your favorite candies to bring to the movies. You strategically place your goodies in your purse so it’ll be undetected. The theater is playing ‘Valentine's Day’ and for the first half you eat your snacks and laugh along with the movie.

For the second half, Calum moved the armrest up so it was easier to kiss you. It started off innocent, with his lips lingering a little bit longer each time and then his hands were on your waist while yours were in his hair. You were making out like lovesick teenagers and you couldn’t get enough of his sweet, warm lips.

“Princess…” he mumbles when you trail your lips along his cheek and jaw, his hand is hot on your skin under your shirt. “The movie’s over…I have to take you to the next place for the surprise.”

“Can’t it wait?” you whisper and nibble on his ear lobe.

“No, baby,” he smiles, “I promise we’ll continue this later.”

“Fine,” you sigh and pull away from his warm neck. He chuckles and rubs at your bottom lip.

The surprise turns out to be an animal shelter and there’s red balloons sticking to the front door when you walk in. The sounds of dogs and cats welcome you as you walk in the doors and a middle-aged woman with a clipboard and pink scrubs walks up. She has on a headband with hearts that wiggle when she moves her head.

“Hello! You must be my four o’clock, are you Mr. Hood?”

“I am, and this is my girlfriend, y/n,” he introduces and your heart swells. That’s the first time he’s called you that since you started dating.

“Follow me.”

It doesn’t hit you until you’re in front of a row of dogs in kennels that you realize you’ll be picking out a dog with Calum. Your heart races, he really wants to get a dog with you? When he’s only just called you his girlfriend and you haven’t even slept together yet?

“Cal…”

“I want you to meet the little guy I’m adopting today,” he says squeezing your hand. “I filled out all the paperwork and I thought it’d be fun if we went shopping for him together.”

“Really?” you relax at the notion that he’s already adopted the dog. It alleviates some pressure from you and you find the act very endearing. “I’d love to meet him.”

“He’s right down here,” the woman says and you follow her to the back of the room.

Every dog you pass you want to adopt because they’re so cute but then you come in front of a kennel with a small dog sitting pleasantly. He’s multicolored in tans, browns and blacks with the cutest little face you’ve ever seen. At the sight of you and Calum, his tail thumps lightly on the ground.

The kennel door is opened up and the two of you enter the room, the little dog backing up a little but with his nose out sniffing you. You kneel on the ground holding out your hand, and the dog waddles up hesitantly.

“This is Duke,” Calum says holding out his own hand. Duke’s ears perk at the sound of Calum’s voice, sniffs at his fingers but continues checking you out.

“Hi Duke,” you coo, “you’re such a handsome boy, yeah?”

Duke’s nose is cold against your fingers, then he gives you a tentative lick with his tongue. He nuzzles his nose into your palm then crawls easily into your lap, his tail thumps against your legs.

“He likes me!”

“I knew he would,” Calum is staring at you and the way you cuddle into Duke’s neck.

You hold Duke in your arms while Calum signs the proper paperwork and pays for Duke. As you’re walking out of the building, Calum snaps a picture of you holding Duke in your arms back

to the jeep. Duke settles into your lap comfortably on the drive to the pet store. Duke is safe in your arms as you go up and down the aisles gathering food, bowls, a bed, treats, and some toys for Duke.

“I might just steal him from you, Tiger,” you giggle rubbing at Duke’s soft belly back in the car.

“You can steal him when I’m playing away games,” he grins.

“Really? Oh that’d be so fun, we’ll have the best sleepovers. You’ll sleep right under my covers, Dukey-poo.”

“Dukey-poo?” Calum snorts at the nickname.

“Yes! That is what I will call him,” you say smugly.

You and Calum follow Duke around the house as he explores and smells everything, your phones poised at his every move. He was a very photogenic pup and after his exploration, he found his doggy bed and plopped right in the middle of it. He was asleep in moments.

“I’m going to be here all the time to see him,” you tell Calum when you move into his kitchen.

“That was my whole plan, Princess. Let’s make dinner.”

You make a simple meal of pasta with a salad and share a bottle of wine. Midway through dinner, Calum takes Duke outside then feeds him some of his own food. After doing the dishes and watching a movie while also playing with Duke and his toys then notice it’s getting a little late.

“I’m going to take him out one more time, wait for me in bed?” he asks with a gleam in his eye.

“Okay,” you smile, feeling your stomach flip at his words and the meaning beneath them. He heads outside with Duke and you run to his room cursing yourself for not buying some kind of sexy lingerie or something.

You scan his room quickly, as if a sexy outfit would appear out of thin air just because you’re thinking hard enough about it. But life isn’t a wish granting factory so you settle for his old jersey and nothing else underneath. You try a few positions on the bed but you just feel awkward posing so you kneel with your hands in your lap. Your heart is racing as you wait for Calum.

You hear the door open and close, then Calum’s soft voice as he talks softly to Duke. You take a deep breath and wait.

“I think I’ll keep him in the kitchen to sleep, see how he does. What do you think–woah.” He’s blinking at you slowly and you rise up on your knees a little, grinning at him.

“I don’t have any kind of lingerie or something, so I thought this would suffice for now,” you twist your fingers together nervously.

“You don’t need the lingerie, Princess,” he shakes his head and then you’re horizontal on his bed with him on top of you. He groans when he feels your bare skin under his jersey, his hands hot and heavy as he explores you. “You’re plenty sexy on your own.”

You squeal in giggles as he starts to suck on your neck, the space right below your ear that has you squirming underneath him. Your giggles turn into heavy breathing when his fingers spread open your legs and tease your slit.

“Cal…” you arch into his touch, willing him to place a finger inside. He hums against you and you squeeze at his wide bicep. Then you hear a faint cry. “Is that Duke?”

“He’s fine,” he mumbles and moves his body down yours. He tugs the jersey up exposing your breasts to him.

“But he–ohh,” you sigh when his mouth closes around your nipple. His teeth graze the raised nub sending shivers through your whole body. The tip of his finger teases inside your entrance in the slightest yet most enticing way ever.

Your body is electric with his touch, craving him to be everywhere all at once. When he’s done giving your breasts attention, he drags his hot mouth down your stomach. His fingers tickle over your thighs bringing them up around his head, his breath hot on your core.

Before he can continue, there’s a loud yelping cry coming from the kitchen and a sad howl from Duke.

“Cal, wait–Duke’s all alone,” you shake him off you. He sighs against your thighs, staring up at you with those brown eyes you love so much. “You should go get him, he’s scared.”

“But–” he’s interrupted by another loud cry. He sighs, nods, kisses your bare leg and slides off the bed. He hops from side to side adjusting himself in his sweats and that gives you a bit of an ego boost.

You slip on a pair of underwear and try to calm your racing heart from what was about to happen. Calum comes in with Duke in his arms, Duke is licking at Calum’s chin.

“See, look how happy he is,” you smile reaching for Duke.

He leaps onto the bed and crawls onto your lap, his tail wagging happily.

“You’re supposed to be my wingman, Duke,” Calum shakes his head and crawls onto the bed with you.

“You got me without him,” you remind him.

“Yeah, but now I lost you with him,” he laughs rubbing at the dog’s ears.

“No, that’s silly, Cal. You’ll always be my Tiger,” you smile and lean over to give him a kiss. “Happy Valentine’s Day. I’ll make sure to make it up to you with my gift.”

“What’s your gift?”

“Let’s say it comes wrapped in tiny little red bows and lace.”

Calum groans and falls dramatically on his back. Duke crawls off your lap and onto Calum’s chest, sniffing at him to make sure he’s okay.

“See, he loves you too,” you laugh laying down next to Calum.

Calum watches you and Duke sleeping peacefully together an hour later. He snaps a picture and then goes onto Instagram. He likes Ashton’s post vaguely remembering a conversation he had where Ashton described his Valentine’s Day plans of ‘sexy painting.’ Now he sees what he means and wonders if you’d be into something like that.

He was really hoping tonight would be the night you’d sleep together. He really cares about you and wants to show you how much, in fact, he knows he’s in love with you but he doesn’t want to say it too soon and freak you out. It’s only been a couple months after all.

He sighs and makes his own post for Valentine’s Day showcasing the bear and balloons he made for you, the picture of you walking with Duke in your arms, the one you took of him and Duke and a few more of just Duke.

‘Made to be mine. A very special day with my girl and new boy Duke.’

He tagged you and posted it then snuggled against you and Duke, giving you a goodnight kiss. This was the first Valentine’s Day he’s spent it with someone he wants to spend all of his Valentine’s Days with.

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