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sidemenxyn · 7 months

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Fellas podcast

Calfreezy x Y/n (afab) (reader grew up with Ethan and reader is apart of the sidemen)

Tw: mentions of drinking, language, mentions of inappropriate drugs (weed), you all being a bunch of hooligans, mentions of harassment,

Y/n is normal text, Chip is bold, Calfreezy is italic and Proddy is bold and italic

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“Welcome back to the fellas podcast, hope you are comfy and ready to listen to some juicy gossip. as today me and Chip will be talking my one and only girlfriend!” Calfreezy presents.

You smiled and waved towards the many cameras in front of you “hey, guys!” Chip firstly asked “would you like a beverage? Y/n?” You smiled “eh, yeah please.” Cal asked “do you want a Stella or some gin?” You asked “you have gin? If so then yes please.” He nodded and started pouring you a drink.

Chip spoke “Y/n can you do a little introduction on yourself, for those who may not know you.” You smiled “of course, I’m Y/n, you may know me from either the sidemen or being with Cal. I’m a YouTuber and streamer.” The boys nodded. Chip announced “todays podcast we decided to shake things up a little. As we have asked some fans on your instagram account what they’d like to know about you and us.” You nodded.

Cal was handed the phone and quickly scrolled for a question. He read “ok, how did Y/n become a sidewoman?” You answered “so I grew up with Ethan, his mum and my mum also grew up together. I supported him into doing YouTube and then I met all the boys and they thought I’d be a good person to add to the group. So yeah! Grew up with behz.” Chip asked “does both mothers stay in contact?” You nodded “yeah, I mean they support each other through every step in their lives. That’s why I truly believe that if you find the right friend they can grow old with you.” The two boys nodded.

It was now Chip’s turn, he asked “this is for Y/n, what’s it like going on a lads holiday?.” You smiled already thinking about the memories “it’s amazing, sometimes I even forget I’m the only girl if it’s a sidemen holiday or just a ‘lads holiday’. Like most girls probably wouldn’t even think of being the only girl. But because I grew up with you all I’m able to say ‘fuck it’ and go on a lads holiday.” Cal chirped in “yeah, even before we dated it was as if you were ‘one of the lads’ like sometimes me and Harry would be doing drinking challenges or shot together and by the end of the night we’d all be shit faced.” You gasped “oh I have a story! From a lads holiday.” Everyone chuckled at the way you seemed to be so happy to tell your story.

“Right, so this was in Mykonos back in like 2019. So we were all out clubbing as usual, this night I wore my first like nice dress. Cause you know me I’m not the one to wear dresses casually or anything. So anyways, I was dancing and I could feel someone behind me right? So I moved out the way thinking they wanted to pass by, but the placed a hand on my hip.” “What?!” “No way” “yeah! So I looked around and saw Ethan and Tobi at the bar, so I headed over there. And the guy followed me. Cause he stood next to me by the bar. Ethan saw I was a bit annoyed and taken back so he asked ‘you alright?’ And I tilted my head towards the guy and mouthed ‘creep’. So you know Ethan he became protective.” “Oh god!” “As he should” “so he asked like ‘are you with her’ to see what he’d say and of course he said ‘yeah, she’s my girl’.” “Ew what the fuck!” “Nah that’s actually vile!”

“Yeah! Anyways, so cause you all know I don’t take shit from no one so I said ‘no I’m not, I don’t even fucking know you.’ Then he got a bit angry and Ethan said ‘mate she’s with me so if your bothering her, leave her alone’ and then I felt his hand on my waist again so I shoved his hand off and told him ‘get the fuck off of me’ and then out of no wear he slapped me in the face!” “Fuck off, he didn’t?” “Shit really?” You nodded “yeah, so you know what I did?” “What?” “Are we gonna have a girl boss moment?” You smirked and nodded “yeah, I fucking punched him in the face then kicked him in the crouch.” The boys mouths dropped to the floor, shocked by your reply. You continued “yeah, then he tried slapping my me but Ethan managed to stop it and Tobi pulled me away.” The boys were gobsmacked. “Mad right?” “Yeah!” “What happened after that?” “Me and Tobi went back to the hotel cause I don’t know why that guys hand was so heavy but it made my nose bleed. So we went back cause Tobi didn’t want to stay long as it was quite far into the night, well early morning. So we chilled at the hotel.”

After your story, Cal picked up the phone again “right! This person wants to know how Y/n and myself got together.” You smiled “Cal do you wanna tell your side?” He nodded “well, right, so basically as you know I’m close friends with Ethan so that meant I’m also close friends with Y/n. Like she came withe the package sorta deal. But we got along really well, and after moving out of the second house me and Bog offered her to move in with Harry, Lux and I. And obviously she said yes and then I grew feeling for her, in 2018 we went on our first date and then things escalated and now we are dating.” You smiled and said “yeah, so when I moved in a had down the same thing, the longer I stayed the more I grew closer to Cal and grew more feelings. Before we were even dating I’d say like a few months before dating we’d do the like kissing on the forehead and a hug. Like yeah I’d hug all the boys but these were the hugs like you’d do with your partner. We’d also like do what we’d loosely call ‘dates’ where if Harry and Lux were out I’d make him wear face masks and we’d cuddle and watch a movie type of thing.” Chip said “so what did all the boys think of it all?” You answered “honestly I’m pretty sure Harry and Lux had placed bets on who’s ask out who and what month we’d end up dating.” Chip and the boys were laughing. Cal mentioned “pretty sure Harry won too! Like only for the asking who out though.” You laughed.

Proddy asked “are you two living together now still?” You nodded and Cal spoke “yeah, it’s still Y/n, Harry and myself.” You giggled “Harry is like our non-biological child. He’s always pointing out that he’s a third wheel constantly, but he’ll deny moving out so.. yeah.” You all had a laugh.

Chip read “Do Y/n and Cal have any plans about having babies and if so how many?” You smiled “yes, just not yet.” Cal nodded “yeah, we’ve agreed either two or three. Depends on how Y/n feels.” Chip awed at the small comment. Proddy asked “what gender do you wish the children would be?” Cal spoke first “I honestly wouldn’t mind as long as they have a close bond and look out for each other. Also if I have a girl I want them to be like Y/n when their older, like they’re able to defend for themselves if needed. Like I’d like them to have someone there for them but like..” “like if they need to they can fight back or speak their mind.” “Yeah exactly.” “Yeah, I’d personally would like to to be boy, girl then boy. But I too honestly couldn’t care for gender like I grew up with what? Four brothers. That’s how I learnt to fend for myself. Bro the amount of batery I’ve been through.” You all laugh “like it was play fighting obviously but the constant need to know what I was doing. Like Eli the middle brother, constantly knocking on my door just wanting to chill or like Jack my youngest brother. He constantly wanted to go out in my car and get maccies.” “I can vouch for Y/n, her household is never quiet. Like bro when we’d go visit, or even for the holidays. Cause we were dating especially from Jack Y/n would just always got the ‘YouTube couple, omg I ship!’.” You were laughing constantly at the memories, Cal was the best with your brothers it was as if they’d known him their whole lives.

Chip had the phone in his hand and asked “when do you think Cal and Y/n will get married?” You smirked “soon I hope!” Cal smiled “yeah soon, waiting for the perfect time.” Chip said “who’s your best men and bridesmaids gonna be?” The boys looked at your first “well, obviously Faith I grew up with her she’ll probably be my maid of honour. Then it will be Talia, Y/f/n, Y/f/n and Freya.” The boys listened as you said everyone’s names then Cal spoke “I’ll, have Chip, Harry, uh Ethan, Lux.”

You asked “can I pick a question??” The boys nodded and Chip handed the phone over to you. As you scrolled one caught your eye “any drama from when you’d used to go to school? Like drama you were involved in?” you and the boys got excited to explain your stories. Chip spoke “Y/n you look like you’ve got a bunch.” You laughed “I very much do, me and Faith were the ones who knew everyone’s drama!” You added “ok what do you want to know?” Proddy asked “everything!” “I’ve heard some of them and they are wild!!” “Oh lord we are in for a good one!” You clears your throat “ok, firstly I want to say I won’t be using their real names, I’ll use fruit as their names” you chuckled “ok, so let’s say? Strawberry right, strawberry was the same age as me and we were 15 when this happened it was the thing of the year. Well she got pregnant but didn’t know who the dad was!” “No way?!?” “Omg!!”. You added “also this girl orange, well orange and I had a fight! Like full of fist fight!” “Who won?” “Me, not being full of myself but she did not stand a chance!” “Was that when you were professionally boxing?” “You did boxing?” “Yeah, I still do! Grew up on the sport.” “Trust me you don’t want to mess with her!” Chip asked “what happened after?” “Well, she tried going for another round, like this time I just knew she would try ragging on my hair cause she did it last time. So I just put her in a head lock.” “A proper head lock?” “Nah just one so she could get me as much cause I knew I’d probably get kicked out if I did do a proper head lock.”

You listen to the rest of the stories the boys told you and the listeners. After a while it was the end of the podcast, you sign off “thank you for listen to our stories and gossip, if you enjoyed make sure to follow and share. Have a good day!”

Later that day, Cal was on his computer as you laid in your shears bed. Huddled up on the bed wearing his hoodie and your favourite type of joggers aka Callum’s joggers.

You turned over facing him as he sat at his desk, you asked “how long will you be?” He turned to you “just finishing this bit and I’m done.” You smiled as he finished up whatever he seemed to be doing on the computer. Once he turn off his computer screen, he crawled into bed with you and pulled you into him. He turned the tv on as you snuggled into your loving boyfriend. Cal asked “what we watching love?” You hummed “maybe we could watch the new Brassic?” He smiled “yeah, I enjoyed that.” You commented “yeah, honestly the boys remind me of brassic besides the crime and weed.” “Yeah I get you like the personalities.” “Yeah!” So that was the plan. You two cuddled together and watched Brassic all night long. Later after you were done watching the show you both went to sleep holding each other closely.

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graftisms · 1 year

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CALLIE & ANGEL — DAY TWENTY-EIGHT

location : evening / post-challenge / smoking area

featuring : @dobits

CALLIE

rarely does she smoke cigarettes, but without any weed to be found (or given to her), it's as good as it's going to get. one of romi's stolen cigs is in one hand, the other tries unsuccessfully to use the lighter she had borrowed from one of the producers, to no avail. even she can't get a bloody spark from a lighter--figures. eyes look up as angel comes over, waving once at him before tossing the lighter his way with a, "think fast. can you get this thing to work for me, please? i'm ready to throw it."

ANGEL

"shit, with that kinda fast ball, you really belong in the u.s. ... hm, yeah, your fuel release is fucked," he mumbles around the cigarette in the corner of his mouth, brow furrowed as he inspects the lighter. he peels the silver bit around where the flame should come out, leaving the nozzle bare. the flame burns big and bright now. he uses it on his own cig before tossing it back to her. "lighter for your thoughts?"

CALLIE

"is that a baseball joke?" never much cared for the sport, though it's better than american football. eyes narrow a little as she watches what he does for next time, letting out an audible sigh of relief when the damned thing lights. "thank you," she groans, lighting her own before tossing it back in her pocket. the first drag of a cigarette is always the best, relishing in it for a moment before shaking her head at him. "wishing i had a joint," she says, taking another drag. "sorry if i made shit awkward earlier with naomi. or earlier, with jenny. or in general, i guess. it's been a day."

ANGEL

"nah, ping pong," he deadpans for a good moment before breaking out in an inevitable grin. enjoying his own drag, lets the tobacco give him the head rush. callie apologizing brings him right out of it. "oh -- nah, stop. don't apologize, you're all good. i get it." a pause, a sheepish smile. "well, kinda. i mean, i get you were just being protective of your brother and shit. i can respect that. but i think there's also, like...," a gesture to her, "a lot of stuff i'm missing. had no idea you were such a problem, cal." another deadpan, he peeks at her from his peripheral, barely suppressing a smile.

CALLIE

callie stifles a laugh, only realizing afterwards that it was pointless. "you're funny," she tells him, like she's only just figuring it out. maybe it's just dawning on her now. lips press together lightly at the mention of her brother, the only confirmation needed that she came off like an ass. even if naomi isn't her favorite person at the moment, she feels bad being a giant cockblock for her. a little bit. she glances over at him for a moment, not bothering to hide her smile. "only started today, actually," she admits, turning back to face the rest of the villa. "maybe if the show knew i'd be more fun without my brother, they never would've sent him." as if dylan's the issue, though she does feel his presence lost.

ANGEL

literally can't help his gaze falling to the ground at her compliment. the way she hands them out so sparingly, how could anyone blame him? angels ashes the cigarette, procrastinates taking another hit. "and to think twelve hours ago i thought you were adorable," clicks his tongue against his teeth, shakes his head. "now i know you're really a little badass instigator." hi pot, meet kettle. a light laugh, he keeps shaking his head at that. "aw, stop, this isn't fun-callie. hey, no worries, it'll all be better in the morning."

CALLIE

the reminder of being called adorable makes her scoff again, shaking her head. "told you i wasn't." god, what a stupid word. "i'm fine," she assures him, repositioning herself so she's facing him better. "i'll be more fun tomorrow, watch. the only instigating i'll do is trying to get everyone drunk and having fun." she means it too, flashing a smile. "how are you feeling? first day, basically in the books. on a scale of one to ten, how bad was it?"

ANGEL

"no, you definitely still are," he nods, taking another drag. half just desperate to wind her up a little bit. "cool, good. i'm team callie either way." but he really does believe her, just as eager to latch on to the optimism despite the fact he knows that's not the point of a reality show. "honestly? i'm kinda having the best day," a laugh, he shrugs his cigarette-lined hand. "sorry, i know it's been shit for you. i dunno, it's been fun. beautiful place, beautiful people. everyone's been... way cooler and more real than i kinda expected. yeah, i'm chillin'."

CALLIE

"oh please," she snorts, unable to help herself. "you're more adorable than i am. i used to call my brother the human golden retriever, but you might have him beat." he's always smiling, it feels like. then again, maybe she's just more aware of it than usual, when she's had a questionable day. strangely enough, this makes her miss elvis, her own golden. "no, i'm glad to hear that," she says genuinely, letting out a laugh. "i was afraid we've been shit company all day. but, good. it's kinda funny seeing people start to fall into couples already, right? like..." she motions to jenny and dante, talking somewhere. "and..." she finds romi and jude next, motioning towards them. "though that one i don't get."

ANGEL

"oh, don't you call me adorable," he argues, scrunching his nose. not now that she considers it such a slur. "oh my god," angel sticks the cigarette in the corner of his mouth so he can count off on his fingers, "adorable, a dog, your brother. where's the camera so i can look into it like the office?" that must be the trifecta of what you don't wanna hear from a girl. he takes his lumps with a smirk though, eternally light hearted even through his haughty sigh. eyes follow her gesture around the villa. "came hard and fast, huh?" he agrees with a nod towards jude. "he's really into them, to be fair. the way he talked about romi to me? cute as fuck. i don't know the guy that well, but, i dunno, it seemed to surprise even him kinda." a lingering pause. "you think it's mutual?"

CALLIE

she doesn't realize what she's said until he's pointing it out to her by the fingers, cigarette nearly falling out of her mouth from laughing so abruptly. "god, no!" she shakes her head, cheeks reddening a little. "that's not what i meant. crikey, uh. i've had a lot to drink tonight, in case that wasn't clear." she's still grinning, finding it both funny and embarrassing at the same time. "i have a golden retriever back home, too," she admits after a second, before making herself laugh all over. "sorry, sorry!" lips have to press together to stop herself, though talking about jude does sober the mood. "is he? i kinda thought him and jenny were into each other." obviously, since she called them out earlier. "i think... it could be mutual," she admits, grimacing. "i know romi wants to sleep outside tonight, so she doesn't feel like she has to choose between anyone yet. i'll probably go outside with her, unless jude joins her. i think she definitely likes him the most, but she's been through a lot recently. i don't know if she wants really intense right now."

ANGEL

"shut the fuck up," he chides her grinning ear to ear, entirely unable to contain his own laughter when she's in a fit of it. smoke slots between his two fingers, he points them at her. "you are such a problem, i can't believe it you're fucking doubling down. i'm not golden retriever energy!" it's a nice difference from the frowny, distracted callie he's stumbled across a minute ago, even if it's at his expense. "if your golden's name is angel, i'm out. i'm leaving the villa." it's still funny to see callie cringe over jude, who, frankly, angel's a big fan of. finds the dude hilarious. "i mean, i think jenny's into jude," he shrugs, never really heard jude mention the blonde much and typically it's her draped all over him. "oh, for real? i thought for sure she was gonna be in his bed. that's kinda crazy, i feel like she's pretty much chosen already. but, yeah, that's fair. he definitely gives intense." yeah, if jude's the guy angel imagines, there's no way some little rule is gonna keep him from sneaking out to romi. in fact, he could see the producers egging that on. "so where else were you gonna go?"

CALLIE

his goading her only keeps her laughing, hand covering her mouth for a few seconds as she attempts to stop. "you kinda are," she giggles, putting out her cigarette before leaning back. "it's not a bad thing. you just seem, like, constantly in a good mood. always smiling. it's nice," she offers, in case that wasn't clear. "we needed more people around here like that, it was getting a little too..." testosterone-y, she wants to say, but not really the best thing to say to a dude, "--serious," she settles on instead. "no," callie smiles at the thought of her pup, "his name is elvis. he's an angel, though. he's my baby." saying that jenny's into jude is valid; callie is kind of assuming she's gonna shoot her shot with all the guys here, after her and josh are apparently on the outs. "yeah, that's what i said," she shrugs, not really getting romi's logic either. "maybe it's more than that, but that's what she tells me. and i don't want her to sleep outside alone. otherwise my plan was to just hog the bed with my name on it, and whichever bombshell wanted to join me could go crazy. it's just a place to crash." she raises her eyebrows. "why, know where you're sleeping yet?"

ANGEL

"well, who knows? i can get pissed off and serious and stuff." toe of his shoe scuffs the ground, he flicks his thumb bashfully against the cigarette's filter. the very picture of someone who doesn't get pissed off. angel dissolves into a smile. "yeah, i dunno. it's easy for me to let shit roll off my back, i guess. plus i haven't really had a reason to be in anything but a good mood." he gestures at her again. "minus you basically saying i'm like your brother." he sucks his cigarette to the filter and smashes it into the ashtray. "wait, that's so cute. presley or costello?" arms fold over his chest, head tilting curiously at callie's insight to the jude/romi thing. "nah, yeah, i get that. maybe she's just trying to take it easy. nobody wants to be mugged off." a shrug, relatable content. "wait -- whichever bombshell?" brow arches, surprised, didn't think she'd ever put herself in a situation where she'd share a bed. "well, what if jude decides to get in your bed? or stella?" or charlene or angel. sure, it's just a place to crash, but you're still sharing space with the person. tight smile presses onto his lips, innocent and evasive. "yeah, i'm sleeping on the bed with my name on it."

CALLIE

taking a deep breath, she's finally calmed herself down from the giggles, though the smile has yet to leave her cheeks. "no, it's a good thing," she agrees, nodding. "i swear, i'm usually the same. it's so much easier being here if you don't let every little thing get to you, seriously." she really had been doing so well, often resorting to the in-villa therapist when dylan or a friend needed somewhere to vent. she much refers that to the hot mess that reared its ugly head today. "okay, i did not mean it like that," she rolls her eyes, feeling herself flush. "i like you, for the record. not like my brother, crikey." suddenly she wishes she didn't put that cigarette out yet, so she had something to do with her hands. "presley." eyes light up at the reference. "he's one of my favorites, my grandmum had him always playing growing up. that and, like, the beach boys." eyebrows arch over towards him. "why do you say it like that?" she fights off a smirk, shaking her head. "well i didn't think jude would try to sleep with me, but otherwise i don't really care. i sleep like a rock anyway. and no offense, but it was my bed first," she defends, lips curling. assumes he's mocking her since the beds don't actually have names. "yeah, which one is that?"

ANGEL

head bobs, understanding. "yeah, this place was kinda made for all the little stuff to be blown out of proportion, right? even to the coolest of cucumbers." amplifying to a global audience is the whole point. a cheeky smile peeks through. "so, what, you're usually all zen sunshine and sweetness?" only a touch of sarcasm. "i dunno, the whole li'l snappy badass thing kinda suits you too well." head ducks a bit, the alcohol and her words bringing his own blush. annoying. "crikey," angel repeats with fond amusement, distracting himself. the word adorable hangs so clearly in the air he doesn't feel the need to say it aloud. "wait, your faves are elvis and the beach boys? that's like... so insanely california, c'mon now. nah, yeah, the beach boys are my shit. all the beach rock stuff is good vibes." light scoff escapes him, lifting his shoulder in a shrug like it should be obvious. "i dunno, i'm just surprised. i thought you'd be like... hella particular. or more closed off i guess." it's a fair assumption, but he imagines it's best not to assume anything about jude, especially where chaos is concerned. "fair, fair," he concedes, nodding. "it's still sharing a bed though. it's something. uh, me, i dunno. yeah, wherever i fall down first, i guess. probably leave it open in case anybody's like you, y'know. just wants a bed kinda vibe. nothing major."

CALLIE

"for sure," she nods, glancing around. "and it's really not that bad. i feel like i've talked it down to so many people today, but it's been a lot of fun before everything. it's a holiday, and even holidays some with some stress." callie's nose wrinkles lightly. "i don't know about sweetness. you like me acting like a cunt?" you know what, him being interested in seb suddenly makes sense. she can't help but laugh, feeling vindicated in making him a little flustered for a change. "well there's a reason i moved to california! other than the surf. it was like being home, minus the twenty hour flight between us." being here makes her miss it actually, but she blames so many americans. lips press together, aware that she's probably been nothing but closed off all day. it's a fair assumption. "i'm not closed off," she shook her head. "earlier today i was a little more in my head about it, but now... it feels stupid not to be open. and i want to be," she adds, slowly. "i want to be with someone that can actually be all in on someone, you know? i don't think that's hard to ask for. eventually." but they had been talking about beds, she realizes a beat too late. "sorry," she shakes her head. "no, but i'm open to sharing a bed, i don't care. you're not gonna ask one of the guys?"

ANGEL

it’s good reassurance, about love island in general and callie’s disposition. “that’s what i’m sayin’. always gonna be some downs, but the ups are major. beautiful villa, cool people. life’s good and all that shit.” ‘cause even he can laugh at the california hippy dippy stonerisms, all good vibes and peace signs, man. “hey, i’m glad you’re coming around, feelin’ more like you.” big laugh at her verbiage, he shakes his head. “‘kay, i definitely didn’t say that. the edge is sexy, sue me.” while he hasn’t been to australia, he’s beginning to fully believe they really are the mirror of each other. “sooo what you’re saying is california is the best place of all time.” nodding his head playfully like she needn’t say more. to be fair, callie hasn’t really put out any particular vibes that she was closed off. a little uncertain maybe, reluctant to expose herself to the bombshells grafts, but it’s day one. who can blame her? “no, exactly, like somebody that doesn’t have doubts. it seriously shouldn’t be rare to be, like, all eggs in with somebody.” he also realizes a beat too late and smiles, shrugs. finds the tie-in really easy. “well, that’s why i’m trying to chill with the bed thing. like, i’m not tryin’ to have a different person with me every night. it’d be cool to be… y’know, more on the sure side. just need another day, i think.”

CALLIE

as far as days in the villa have been, this one has objectively been the worst. not because of frankie and dylan leaving and having to reevaluate her relationship alone, but because she's genuinely embarrassed by the way she's behaved, feeling like she had lost a part of herself somewhere in the mix. but despite everything, she is feeling a bit more like herself, and tomorrow she's going to work to keep this energy going. "and i'm glad you're enjoying your time here, so far, really." eyes roll lightly at the compliment, having never been good at taking one in the first place. "i did not say that," she snorts, shaking her head. "it's up there for sure, i really do miss san diego. but there's so many other places i want to see before i could say it will full confidence. definitely not LA though, sorry." she'd only been once, but it was enough to make her never want to bother again. all the best parts of it could be said about san diego, in her opinion. "yeah, that makes sense," she nods, features softening a bit at the sincerity of what he's saying. being here is not the same as normal villa life had been with frankie, but it's hard not to compare the two. "the first day is always the most overwhelming anyway, having to keep up with everyone. sometimes being here feels like musical chairs, getting ready to jump on the nearest person just because it's time, but... it's not always the case. relationships end up being very real," she shrugs, meeting his eye. "despite, y'know, reality tv."

ANGEL

“totally,” he affirms. “so far the only real downswing was when you took my cabana boy job.” slow, unfurled smile on that one. he had to throw it back to that one more time. c’mon, that was insane. “‘definitely not la’ what is this?” angel scoffs, all dramatized furrowed brow. “you were, like, barely even in the city, you don’t know all the spots. swear, you’d dig it. haven’t lived ‘til you had street corn drunk as fuck on the streets of weho at three am.” angel doesn’t exactly fancy himself a scholar of psychology - he probably can’t even spell it - but he definitely can posit how it all makes him feel. “right, just like how relationships outside can end up fake. i dunno, i mean, like a day in here is worth three out there, right? like, i’ve known you… twelve hours? but it’s twelve consecutive fuckin’ hours,” he laughs, gestures. “like i pass you in the hall and see you making food with naomi and fixing your drinks and shit. and, y’know, it’s like that with everyone. so i can see it feeling less like musical chairs and more… yeah, real. but i guess sometimes it is just game playing, huh? like a duck is just a duck.” that seems to be the issue a lot of people are dealing with. naomi, jenny, callie. all wondering if their other half was as real as they thought. then there’s the bombshells, wondering if there’s some sincerity that come with the rebound nature of the game. angel dissolves into a laugh, hand wiping down his face. “man, tell me that made, like, a little bit of sense. the tequilas in my head now.”

CALLIE

"you're a shit cabana boy," she snorts, glad he's at least able to joke about it, "you didn't even bring back towels for anyone else. i had to do your dirty work." which is probably why naomi got it in her head that callie was icing her out; she could roll her eyes just thinking about it. that girl could make drama out of anything. "weho?" she laughs, absolutely no idea what he's talking about. "we went out when i was there, but i can't remember where. it was all just very... barbie-like." and not the kind that the shrimp goes on. "exactly!" she nods, sitting up straighter. the temptation to bring up her relationship with frankie is clawing at her throat, but she swallows it down. "and i don't know. i've been in, like, four couples now. but you're with these people all day. they weren't real relationships, but i've probably spent more time with most of them than i have people i dated short-term on the outside. but at the same time—it's three days, or whatever. and hot people come in all the time, and suddenly it's just three days, so i don't know. there's really no right way of looking at it, i guess." a duck is just a duck. seems like the best way to put it. "no, it did, i think," she laughs too, running her fingers through her hair, grateful to feel it's almost completely dried. "i don't know, i think i'm rambling at this point, sorry. good luck, is all i'll say."

#callie & angel ;#callie ;#callie & angel 002

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calpalirwin · 3 years

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Permanent Vacation

Summary: Calum falls for a musician.

A/N: I just really wanted an excuse to use Arrows in Action newest releases in a fic. (They’re bangers. You should go give ‘em a listen.)

Word Count: 2.8k

And away, and away we go!

The sun was hot as it beat down on my neck, the line for the beerstand long, and the noises of people chatting excitedly were loud in my ears. But I didn’t care in the slightest. After the isolating shitshow that was quarantine, I was more than happy to be out at a festival with, wait for it, live fuckin’ music. The only way I could be happier was if my band was in the lineup, but this was still a pretty close second. To be surrounded by musicians and people who loved music was a breath of fresh air after so long. A breath of very hot fresh air. But still.

Behind me I heard the girlish giggling and whispers of my name, which drew the attention of the group in front of me: three guys, and a girl around my own age, two of the guys a good shoulder and head taller than the other man and girl. The shortest of the guys whispered, “Could you imagine if we got noticed like that?”

The tall brunette’s eyes went wide as he pulled a face and shook his head. “No, thanks. I think I’d cry.”

The other tall one with purple hair laughed loudly, “Aw, c’mon, that would be rad! His band’s not even in the lineup and he still gets recognized. Could you imagine?”

“He has a name, and can hear you, J,” the girl hissed with a playful eye roll. Then, she flashed me a smile before calling out in a loud voice, “Hey, man! Good to see ya! How ya been?” to me, before taking a step forward and stretching up to wrap her arm around my shoulders like we were old friends. “Just go with it,” she added under her breath. “Nobody’ll bug you for pictures and autographs if you’re with a bigger group.”

“Thanks,” I laughed at her rescue attempt. “But it’s fine if they do. I don’t mind.”

“Yeah, but they can at least let you buy a fuckin’ beer first.”

“Well, thanks again,” I said, not sure of what else to say, or do so I let her pull me up with her friends who were all staring at her with I’m sure the same look of soft shock I had on my own face.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” She let go of me as she started introducing her friends to me. “And this is Jesse.”

“Hello,” the tall one with purple hair smiled warmly.

“That’s Matt,” she nudged the other tall one.

“Hey.”

“And this is Vic,” she finished, looking at the shortest man who waved.

“Nice to meet you guys. I’m Calum,” I said, then realized how stupid that was. “But, you already knew that, huh?”

Y/N grinned, holding her thumb and index finger close together. “Just a smidge. But it’s cool. So, any bands you’re particularly excited to see?”

“The Maine and All Time Low mostly. I’m a huge fan of The Maine, and All Time Low are friends of mine.”

“Both are great bands. And the All Time Low guys are good friends to have, for sure.”

“Oh, you know them?”

“Yeah, we worked with them a few times.”

“Worked with? Fellow musicians, huh?”

She laughed. “We’re up and comers, yeah.”

“Your cool aunt’s favorite band,” Jesse grinned at me.

Y/N laughed more at the confused look that crossed my face. “That’s one of his favorite ways to refer to us. Like we’re the band you find out from word of mouth from the cool relative that’s always discovering new music.”

“Ah,” I said, nodding in understanding. “Been there. Are you guys in the lineup?”

“Yup!” she chirped happily as we got to the front of the line. “5 beers, please,” she told the person working the counter.

“Oh, you don’t have to,” I tried to decline, reaching quickly for my wallet.

“Relax, it’s just a beer,” she told me, passing me one of the cups being placed on the counter.

“Well, thanks,” I said, raising the cup and taking a sip. “I’ll getcha guys next time.”

“I’ll hold you to it,” she grinned around the rim of her own cup. “Enjoy your beer, Cal. See ya around.”

~~~

I took the last swallow from my beer, cursing myself for not having stopped her to get the name of her band, or at the very least her last name. But before I had a chance to get the words out, I’d been bombarded with requests from fans for pictures, engaging in small conversations with them, and by the time I was done, Y/N was long gone.

So I resigned myself to walking around the festival grounds, my head reeling. It wasn’t often a woman pretended to be my friend to rescue me from the onslaught of fans. In fact, I couldn’t recall one time that's ever happened. I also wasn’t used to being bought drinks, even if I was still fully intending to return the favor. Although that would require me to find her first. But something told me that wouldn’t be too difficult.

I was grateful I’d come on my own, and not with Ashton who would have no doubt teased me about how hooked I was on the girl. The cynic with a crush? Whatever were the odds? And was it even technically a crush when I’d only interacted with her for maybe five minutes? Okay, maybe Ashton being around wouldn’t be the worst thing if he could help me make sense of the jumble of thoughts in my head. The way that man could bounce from crush to crush almost seamlessly was enough to give me a case of whiplash.

I sighed as I tossed my cup in the trash. Whether or not it was a crush was still to be determined. All I knew was that I liked her energy, and wanted to see her again. And… that was a crush, wasn’t it? God. Fuckin’. Damn it.

A guitar chord rang out loudly, and there was a mad dash of people running towards the stage. Slowly I pushed my way through the crowd of people towards the front, grinning when I noticed it was her on stage, and grinning even more when I noticed the instrument in her hand. A bassist? Fuck, I was definitely in trouble now.

The shortest of the men, Vic, I recalled, started singing, with the other three providing backup harmony on the chorus. Until they got to the bridge that was all Y/N, her voice ringing out “Tomorrow’s a nightmare, I’m dreaming today. And my head is haunted, the past just can’t stay. The devil you know, yeah he comes and he goes. I’m selfish, and vapid, I hide in my prose!” before they launched into the final chorus.

“What up, Anaheim?!” Vic yelled into his mic to a scream of cheers and applause. “We’re Arrows in Action, and that was our newest single, Only Be Mine. I’m Vic. We got Matt over here on guitar. Jesse’s on the drums. And Y/N’s over there on bass. We got a few more songs for you all. And if you’re an awesome crowd, we might have a special treat for ya at the end of our set. Sound good?”

We answered him in whoops of cheers and loud applause, causing them all to grin as they launched into their next song.

They played seamlessly through about three more songs, enjoying the feeling of playing live in front of people again, before Y/N whooped into her own mic. “Whoo! It’s hot! Anyone else hot? Y’all staying hydrated out there?” she asked us, before flickering her gaze across the stage at Matt who was wiping his forehead. “You good, Matt?”

“Dude, it’s like a million degrees up here,” he commented, before taking a huge swig from a water bottle.

Y/N laughed. “Right. Y’all gotta understand. Matt’s from the cold states. Then there’s Vic and I who are California natives, technically, right Vic?”

“Yeah, I was born here. But I didn’t live here as long as you did.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. So Vic and I are used to the heat. Matt, not so much. And Jesse? How you doing back there, J?”

“Me?” the drummer pointed at himself in confusion “Oh, I’m great!”

“Great enough to give this crowd a real surprise?” she asked, her voice laced with playful trouble, as she looked at all her bandmates. “C’mon, boys what do ya say? Wanna give this crowd something special before we go?”

Again, we all cheered and applauded as encouragement for whatever surprise they had in mind. “Alright!” Vic laughed. “Alright, you wanna go ahead and introduce it then?”

She smiled wide as she turned towards us. “Alright, everybody! We’re Arrows in Action. We’ve had a great time with y’all! So, as a thank you, we’re gonna play a new song that we haven’t released yet. Is that cool with you?” She laughed as she awaited the response of screaming, whistles, and applause. “Alright. This is called Permanent Vacation, which will be available on all listening platforms this Friday. Let’s go!”

Matt started playing a series of chords that sounded incredibly familiar, while the other three clapped to the beat. But right before the lyrics were supposed to come in, Vic started talking into his mic. “Wait, wait, wait!” he laughed. “I don’t know the lyrics to this!”

“So it’s just like every other song,” Y/N teased him with her own laugh.

“Nah, I think it’s cuz that one’s not ours.”

“Be rad if it was though,” she said, and I swear she shot me a wink. “Alright, alright. So, that one’s not ours. But this one definitely is. And it’s definitely called Permanent Vacation. And it’s out Friday.”

A new guitar and drum beat started up and Vic immediately started singing, again with the rest of the band providing back up vocals until the bridge where it was all Y/N. A soft build before a wild yell that would have torn my own vocal chords to shreds.

“I’m locked and loaded, fire away! Permanent vacation from my brain. Extend my stay another day. Far from home, not alone,” they all finished with a flurry of chords. “Thank you!” Vic croaked into the mic. “Thank you guys so much! We’re Arrows in Action, enjoy the rest of your night!”

With tired but happy smiles, they all bowed before exiting the stage. I moved to follow, but thought better of it, going to hit the drink stand first where I bought 5 beers and 4 waters. A small challenge, made slightly easier by the person working the stand putting the water bottles in a grocery bag for me. With that hanging off my arm, I held 2 beers in each hand, and my own in my teeth.

“Cal!” she laughed, her face flushed when I found them lounging in the grass. “You didn’t have to do that,” she told me as she rose to her feet to help me distribute the beers.

“I said I’d get the next round,” I offered up simply, setting down the bag and taking a seat with them all. “I brought you guys water, too.”

“You really didn’t have to do that,” she laughed, tossing the bottles out anyway, and sitting back down, this time next to me.

“Shut up, Y/N, let the man do what he wants,” Jesse said, downing a water bottle in 2 gulps before turning his attention to his beer. “You’re rad. Thank you.”

“For real, man. This was really cool of you,” Vic said.

“Yeah, huge thanks,” Matt nodded.

“What they said, I guess,” Y/N laughed again, following Jesse’s lead of downing her water bottle before going for her beer. “Fuck,” she sighed. “That’s good. Thank you, really.”

“Happy to do it,” I answered. “That set was amazing, by the way. And that joke at the end was pretty clever. How long were you planning that?”

She giggled. “Uh, well Jesse and I are much more the 5sos fans than Matt and Vic are. But we’re all familiar with your music. And when we were writing the song, and settled on the title, I suggested that it would be funny to start playing your version if we ever got the chance to play it live. Which meant bugging Matt to learn the guitar parts.”

“So you’re the troublemaker of the band?” I guessed.

She shrugged, and hid behind the rim of her cup. “I mean… Depends on the day.”

We continued to lay in the grass, making small talk as we all finished our beers, before Jesse cleared his throat. “Uh… Matt, Vic. You guys wanna come with me to get a good spot for the rest of the acts?” he asked, the suggestion in his tone heavy.

Matt and Vic shared a look, before nodding. “Yeah, yeah of course,” they said, all three of them getting up.

“You assholes are just gonna leave me?” Y/N asked, looking up at them.

“Just come find us when you’re ready,” they winked. “Thanks again for the beers, Cal.”

“Assholes,” she muttered again as they all made themselves scarce. “Sorry about them.”

I laughed, waving it off. “Nah, it’s cool. And kinda nice, maybe?”

“Oh?” she asked, her eyes wide. “Uh…” her face flushed. “I mean…” she started to stammer. “Yeah. Yeah.”

I gave a half chuckle, scratching at the back of my neck. “Look, it’s fine if you’re not… I mean, I figure you probably are if they did that for you, cuz they have no reason to do it for my sake. I mean, they’re your friends and bandmates, not mine. But I know a wing man set up when I see it. But if it’s more of a meddling wing man set up, like that’s fine,” I spilled out, before realizing I was rambling.

“No!” she rushed. “Oh, no, that’s not what I meant at all!” She covered her face in her hands, groaning “Oh, this is so embarrassing…” Her hands moved to push through her hair as she took a long breath to steady herself. “Of course I like you, Cal. Like before I even met you. One of those embarrassing fangirl crush type of deals. And I mean, I’m a bassist in a punk band, so you’re also someone I idolize and take inspiration from.” Slowly her gaze lifted from her lap to lock onto mine. “And then I met you today. And you’re everything I thought you’d be. Thoughtful. Generous. A bit shy, and quiet at times. Nice. And it makes the crush that much stronger, and harder to deal with. Cuz now it’s real. And I feel like I know you. And it’s just… Ugh, it spirals from there, ya know?”

“A good spiral, or a bad spiral?”

“Bit of both? Like the insecurities in me say that you’re an A-list celebrity, while I’m more of like… not an A-lister. My band’s not on the same level yours is. I mean, we play bars and small day festivals. You sell out stadiums and have world tours. There’s a clear discrepancy. But then, another part of me doesn’t give a shit about that. It sees how we’re like-minded. It sees all the ways we click, and all the ways we could work. And that’s where the cocky part comes in, where it sees the like-mindedness and the reasons we could work, and calls you an idiot if you can’t see it too. That, uh, screwed up defense mechanism of it being your loss, ya know?”

“Mhm.”

She sighed. “Sorry. I said a lot. Point is, I do like you. And, that’s that.”

“So the ball’s in my court?”

“Only if you want it to be. And if you don’t, then no. There’s no ball. No court. Just two people who have a few things in common.”

“You wanna hear what I think?”

“Go for it.”

“I think your friends left us for 2 reasons. 1 being that they’re loyal to you, and know how you feel about me. 2 being that they’re also guys. Which gives them a pretty good insight for how I’m feeling too.”

“Uh-huh…” she nodded slowly. “And how you’re feeling is…?”

I could have said the words. But I settled for leaning in, brushing my lips softly against hers for the sweetest of moments, listening to the way her next breath got stuck in her throat. I pulled away, smiling softly at her and shrugging my shoulders.

She traced her lips with her thumb, bewilderment written on her face. “Okay, you really didn’t have to do that.”

“Relax,” I chuckled, stealing her words from earlier. “It’s just a kiss.”

“Well, thanks. I’ll, uh, getcha next time.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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since your Possessive!Remus thing was literal perfection, would you consider writing Possessive!Sirius? I feel like Loops would get hit on by a lot of guys who see it as some sort of challenge to steal him away from Cap and I wanna see Cap react... strongly to that 👀😂

Ohohoho, I like the way your mind works! Hope you enjoy! The possessive!Remus fic is called Hey, Jealousy and is linked here if anyone would like to read it.

TW for implied sexual content and heavy flirting, attempted groping/ the inability to understand a simple ‘no’.

Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove, as always!

The music was loud enough that Remus’ head hurt if he paid too much attention to it—luckily, he was a little preoccupied dancing with his fiancé. Their cheeks brushed every few seconds, and if Remus glanced up slightly he knew he would see Sirius’ face illuminated in the vibrant club lights that flashed in a thousand different colors.

Sweat made his hair stick to his forehead and he pushed it out of his eyes; he felt it on the back of Sirius’ neck as well, as if he had just played a hard shift on the ice. He couldn’t even remember which of the guys had suggested going to a club in the first place, but they had come along to let loose and get out of the house for a change. It was a Friday night, after all—why shouldn’t they have some fun?

He tapped the back of Sirius’ neck and tilted his head toward the bar, shouting “water!” as clearly as he could. Sirius smiled and kissed his forehead before letting go of his waist. People jostled him on all sides and he thanked whatever higher power existed that nobody spilled their drinks—or anything else—on him.

“Two waters, please,” he panted to the bartender, wiping his forehead off with the shoulder of his shirt. The woman nodded and headed back for clean glasses.

“This one’s on me,” a deep voice said as someone sidled up to his right with a smirk. “Hey, sexy. I’m Cal.”

Remus smiled politely. “Thanks for the offer, Cal, but I think water’s free.”

“Then I’d be happy to get you something else. What’s your name, cutie?”

“I’m not really in the habit of talking to strangers,” he said. God, this place was so fucking loud. “Coincidentally, neither is the person I came here with. Have a good one.”

Cal squinted at him in the low light and his smile broadened into a challenge. Shit. “Where’s your boyfriend, mystery guy?”

It’s not a mystery that I don’t want to fucking talk to you. Remus rolled his eyes and leaned on the bar counter, searching the crowd for Sirius; he was hanging out by the back wall, laughing with Kuny as Remus pointed to him. “There. The one with the backwards hat.”

“That guy?” Cal shook his head with a laugh and Remus bit the inside of his cheek. “I saw him dancing earlier, he has no rhythm.” He turned what was probably supposed to be a smolder on Remus. “Dancing with me would be a lot more fun, I can promise you that.”

He snorted. “Uh-huh. Sure, dude. Sadly, I don’t have any rhythm either.”

“I could teach you.” Cal was leaning closer and Remus could smell his overdone cologne.

“I’ll pass.”

“Come on, don’t be like that.” Movement caught the corner of his eye and he reached down, hauling Cal’s hand upward by the wrist.

He made direct eye contact with him. Blood thundered in his ears. “I said no. Touch my ass and we’re going to have a real problem.”

“Hey, chill out.” Cal pulled his wrist away and held his hands up in surrender. “Can we talk about it outside or something?”

Remus almost laughed. “Fucking hell, you’re persistent. What part of I am in a relationship are you failing to understand with the two braincells left in your goddamn head? That updo might be sharp enough to cut glass, but apparently all the hairspray has rendered you incapable of understanding simple words. Should I say it again or do you want me to get a whiteboard?”

“Look, man, I just don’t think you actually have a boyfriend,” Cal said defensively.

“He doesn’t.” Remus recognized that low voice, as well as the warm arm draping over his shoulders. Sirius reached a hand out and his ring glinted in the light. “I’m his fiancé. Who the hell are you again?”

Call didn’t take it; he just stared at them. “Sirius, this is Cal.” Remus kissed his cheek. “Apparently, he thinks you have no rhythm.”

“It was just a joke, man—”

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” Sirius laughed, though there was no humor in it. “You’re right. I don’t. Neither does the man I’m marrying in a few months, but that hasn’t stopped us yet.”

“Sirius,” Remus warned under his breath.

“Cal, I’m sure you’re plenty nice when there’s not music blasting at a hundred decibels and you can actually see someone more than two feet in front of you.”

“Thanks, man.”

“I’m not finished.” Sirius’ tone became hard and unrelenting. “But as nice as you might be then, that doesn’t change the fact that you tried to grope my fiancé. I’m giving you five seconds to get lost.”

Cal straightened up indignantly, though Sirius still loomed over him. “What are you going to do, call the bouncer?”

“No.” Sirius made no outward threat and did not elaborate. Cal vanished into the crowd in half the time given to him, but Remus didn’t feel him relax. “Are you okay, mon coeur?”

“Irritated, but fine. You can take a breath now.” He ran his thumb along Sirius’ cheekbone and smiled up at him. “Not that it was fun, but that was kinda hot.”

Sirius’ eyebrows rose. “Really?”

“Yeah. You got all growly.” He knocked their hips together with a smirk and pressed a water glass into his hand, taking a sip of his own.

“He tried to grab your ass.”

“He did indeed. It’s a good thing I’ve got sharp reflexes.”

“And a sharper tongue.” Sirius grinned around the rim of his glass. “Oh, yeah, I heard what you said.”

“Was the whiteboard bit too much?”

“Nah. It really drove the point home.” They set their glasses down at the same time and Sirius inclined his head toward the dance floor. “Care for some more no-rhythm dancing, sweetheart?”

Remus grabbed him by the hand and dragged him back into the crowd, where he turned and wrapped his arms around Sirius’ neck as they swayed. Sirius’ hands were tighter on his hips than before; it sent a thrill through his veins and he pressed back into him a little more.

“Re.”

“Hmm?”

“What are you doing?”

“Clubs are overrated, especially when you’re rumbly like this.” He ground back again and Sirius let out a harsh exhale. “What do you think?”

“I think we should go home before I make an absolute fool out of myself over you.” There was a smile in his voice and Remus leaned up to pull him into a kiss.

“I always make a fool out of myself around you,” he murmured into Sirius’ lips, biting the bottom one just enough to make him whine. “Take me home?”

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sunshinehighway · 4 years

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Could I request prompts 15 & 35 please? Xx

35 - “is it too late?”

in which ben and callum are both entering their final year of college, callum is new to the area and him n ben instantly become best friends.

(for anon & the wonderful @bencal who’s birthday it is today!!! katie deserves the world and a hell of a lot more than this fic, but i hope you’ve enjoyed your day and this year treats you with so much kindness and love <33)

Of course, it’s only fitting that the first day of British summertime begins with a downpour.

Ben has never been covered in so much mud in his life, and he’d much rather be tucked up in bed, thrashing Jay on Fifa, or watching a film, than tackling in puddles for a ball.

Callum, the little shit, is up in the stands, like he is every match, wearing a bright yellow raincoat and probably the ugliest beanie Ben has ever seen, looking like he’s just about drowning. He’s the only one up there too, and every time Ben looks at him he has to stop himself from doubling over with laughter at his huddled figure.

Ben knows he’s going to come out this match covered in bruises and the odd scrape, and he knows Callum will fuss over him for it, his own injury having ruled him out of the school team for the rest of the term. Ben doesn’t enjoy the football a great deal, not half as much as Callum does that’s for sure, and to be honest, he was days away from dropping out of the teams. But when Callum had picked up the injury, he was so down about not being able to play, and chase that promotion, and suddenly Ben wanted nothing more than to carry on, to win the league, for Callum.

Despite his devotion to the team, some of the lads are being particularly standoffish today, tackling hard and pushing Ben into the mud and laughing it off like it’s a joke. At the start, Ben let himself have a little fun and get muddy. Now though, his shins are fully coated and his hair is sticky with it.

It’s funny though, when Ben gets that last minute equaliser, 89th-minute screamer, how they all celebrate with him like he’s the hero of the league. Ben only has eyes for one celebration though, Callum’s cheers can be heard from down here, and the grin stretching his face enough to wash the grey clouds away.

After, Ben’s completely soaked and chilled to the bone, and it doesn’t help that the changing room feels like a literal freezer. Everything is concrete and metal and the boys all huff out tiny, stilted puffs of air as they change and shower.

Then, he remembers, Callum. He instantly warms.

Callum, Callum, Callum.

The mysterious new lad in town, the one every man and his dog wanted to befriend, but for some unbeknown reason, he’d chosen Ben to do so.

Slowly, over the past few months, since Callum and his brother had moved to Walford, Ben has begun to learn all the little things about Callum. He knows that his favourite colour is orange, that he doesn’t have a favourite album or song because he can’t choose, he likes to read more than he lets on, and he loves to sing, no matter how much he can’t.

They’re just little things, just the tiny pieces, and Ben begins to realise that as much as he’s learning about Callum now, he doesn’t know anything about him before he came to Walford College. There’s a whole seventeen years that Ben really has no idea about.

He has no idea what made Callum who he is now, this brilliant, yet shy and reserved boy, with a heart bigger than Ben could ever imagine.

He shakes himself from his trance, grabs his bag and runs outside. It’s still pissing rain, and across the grounds he can see Callum standing by the bike shed, wrestling with his umbrella. It’s folded completely out the wrong way in the wind, and Ben finds himself laughing as he makes a break for it, thoroughly soaked.

“Why aren’t you waiting inside!?” He shouts over the rain as he approaches. When Callum sees him, he shuffles under the tiny shelter quickly.

Ben follows, and when he sees Callum’s face, he slaps a hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing.

He looks utterly distressed, his hair wet and hanging wildly over his neck and eyes. His raincoat has been beaten spectacularly, and his umbrella is only just holding on.

“Where—” Callum starts on a shaky exhale, shivering, “have you been?”

Ben falls into hysterical laughter. “Oh, my God.”

“Ben!” Callum whines, but then he’s laughing too, his hands shaking roughly at his hair.

“You look like a drowned rat, mate,” Ben wheezes. “Not gonna lie.”

“Shut up,” Callum guffaws, shaking his hair out like a dog.

“Your umbrella,” Ben exclaims, cackling. “How did you even manage that?”

“I know, look at it,” Callum wipes at his eyes and holds it up, the whole thing mangled.

“You’re a nightmare, Cal,” Ben holds his stomach, shaking his head. “You want to come back to mine? Get you dry and then maybe I’ll let you have me on Fifa?”

“Oh, you’re finally admitting I’m better than you, then?” Callum says, and he looks pleased. “Yeah, that’d be nice, actually. Cheers.”

“Nah, it’s not that nice,” Ben says, and he tries to remember, frantically, if his room is in any state to be seen by another human, let alone Callum.

“Don’t be daft,” Callum shrugs. “I just want to get inside and get out of these disgusting clothes.”

“Come on then,” Ben says as he leans down to unlock his bike. Callum does the same, and they’re off.

It’s an absolute disaster from the word go.

It’s raining even harder than before, and Ben almost falls off his bike laughing when Callum attempts to shield himself with his umbrella as he rides, wobbling all over the places as the umbrella is pulled this way and that by the wind.

He should be hating every moment, should be angry about his idiot teammates, and his sodden clothes and annoyed about the weather. Instead, he smiles the whole way home, he and Callum laughing and shouting to each other as they pedal frantically, splashing each other with puddles and shaking out their hair.

When they finally make it back to Ben’s house, he hesitates for a moment, because his mum’s car is still in the driveway.

They kick off their muddy shoes outside the front door and attempt to shake any excess water off their bodies so they don’t drip everywhere. That, of course, proves entirely useless, and Ben attempts to make a beeline straight for his room as soon as they step inside.

“Oh, hello love.”

Ben flinches and turns quickly, seeing his mum in the doorframe leading to the kitchen, ready for work with a cup of coffee in her hands. She looks at Callum then looks questioningly at Ben.

“Mum, this is Callum. Cal, this is my mum, Kathy,” he presents. “Is it alright if Callum and I chill for a bit?”

“Sure,” Kathy blinks, looking between them again.

“Uh—hello,” Callum says, and he holds out his hand for her to shake, smiling. “Nice to meet you, Kathy.”

“You too,” she takes his hand eagerly. “Do you go to college with Ben?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty new there,” Callum affirms. Ben sighs internally as his mum looks Callum up and down again, quirk tilting at her lips. “Just been to watch the match, he was the star of the show. Again.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” she shifts her weight, flicks her eyes back to Ben’s own. “Well I best going, don’t want to be late, can’t be dealing with your brothers moaning today.”

“Alright,” Ben says with a nod.

“There’s food in the fridge, beers too — although maybe it’s a little early for drinking? Help yourself to whatever you want, Callum.”

“Yeah, mum,” he says, suppressing a groan. “I ain’t going to starve him. Bye.”

He hurries upstairs, safely away from his Mum’s prying, and Callum following close behind. There’s a little pause before he opens the door to his bedroom, and he sends a silent prayer that it isn’t entirely awful.

“It’s not much, um,” he says awkwardly, as he opens the door slowly. Nothing seems too out of order, thankfully.

“Woah,” Callum says as he enters, going straight for Ben’s record player and vinyl collection.

For a moment, Ben pauses, looking at Callum standing here in his room, fingers trailing over the curves of his records. It’s a little surreal, a little too much. Ben clears his throat awkwardly.

“Didn’t know you were such a huge fan of musicals, Mitchell,” Callum teases as a blush heats Ben’s cheeks.

The sudden flash of lighting, and the booming clap of thunder that follows it makes them both jump and flinch towards the window.

Ben approaches carefully and looks out into the street. It’s raining so heavily he can barely see the house across the Square, everything a muddy mirage as the rain falls in thick, heavy sheets.

“Apparently this is going to go on all day, I ain’t letting you ride home in this,” Biting says, biting his lip.

There’s another flash of lightning, and the thunder rattles the room.

When he looks over his shoulder, Callum is just staring at him.

“What?” Ben says, pushing his hair off his forehead nervously.

Callum blinks once, twice, then looks away. “Nothing.”

“I’ll get you a towel, hang on,” Ben says. In the dark of the hall, he rubs a hand down his face.

Callum is in the same position when he returns. Ben tosses the towel at him.

“I don’t have any spare clothes on me,” he says.

“You can borrow some of mine,” Ben says, moving towards his dresser.

“They won’t fit,” Callum says, and Ben can hear the amusement in his voice. “I’m about six foot taller than you, Ben.”

He turns with a raised eyebrow in challenge. Callum dissolves into quiet laughter. Ben throws a pair of joggers at his face, and he splutters.

“I hate this,” Callum says as he changes into them. The joggers are predictably, definitely too small, cuffed around his ankles. And, they’re tight. So tight. God.

“Perfect fit,” Ben says enthusiastically. He lets his eyes linger, long enough to burn the imagine into his memory, but not long enough for Callum to notice.

“Shove over,” Callum says, patting at the space on the bed beside Ben. He furrows his brow, but does so anyway. Callum looks over Ben’s record collection again, rubbing a hand over his chin like he’s making some grand decision. Finally, he makes a tiny noise of affirmation and slots a vinyl out.

He throws Blur, Parklife, at Ben.

“Interesting choice,” Ben says with a raised brow.

“You remind me of him,” Callum says with a little smile. He shoves Ben over some more.

“Damon Albarn?” Ben’s eyebrows rise into his hairline. “That your way of telling me you fancy me, then? Because everyone fancies Damon.”

“Shut up,” Callum laughs off, but there’s no mistaking the peach blush that floods his check, it’s one Ben’s become familiar with.

It’s silent for a long time as Ben loses himself to his thoughts, just the sound of Girl & Boys and booming thunder, the pelting of the rain on the window and their breaths. Everything is washed in a soft yellow glow, and Ben tries not to glance at Callum every time he flips a page. His hair is gold tipped in the light.

“I like these lyrics,” Callum breathes. “I don’t usually care for the words over over-hyped rockstars, but these ones always stick with me,”

He rests his hand on Ben’s hip. Ben stares at the ceiling, wide-eyed, trying to regulate his breathing.

“Love in the nineties, is paranoid, on sunny beaches, take your chances,” Callum sings, slow and hushed and mixed with the rain. Ben’s slips his eyes closed. “Always should be someone you really love.”

Ben breathes in sharply, heart pounding in his chest. When Callum stops, voice losing out to the thunder, Ben feels himself sinking into the mattress. Callum’s hand burns like fire at his hip.

There’s another flash of lightning, and in that split second their eyes meet, white-hot.

Thunder rumbles.

The light flickers, and goes out.

“Oh,” Callum breathes. Ben feels him sit up slowly. His eyes haven’t yet adjusted to the light, so all he has is touch.

All he can feel is Callum.

“Cal?” Ben whispers. He’s so tired, but the thought of missing a moment of this, of him and Callum, alone and safe, together, is terrifying for reasons Ben doesn’t want to think too hard about.

“Mm,” Callum hums, chest shifting.

“Um,” Ben says and there’s so much, so much he wants to say, to ask, to confess. “I should—should see if I can find a flashlight downstairs, or something.”

He moves, reluctantly, and Callum’s hand falls away, replaced by cold air.

“It’s alright, we’ll just wait out the storm, I guess,” Callum’s voice says, close.

There’s so much heat radiating off of Callum’s body, and Ben looks up at his raindrop covered window, searching for some kind of thought other than the one screaming for him to reach out his hands.

It’s quiet for so long. With every passing second Ben feels his throat growing tighter and tighter.

He doesn’t know if he falls asleep, or falls entirely into his thoughts, but when he comes back to himself, feeling like he’s been in a deep sleep for days, his eyes are heavy and his body is warm. Callum is a deadweight beside him, breathing evenly. It’s still raining.

“Cal,” Ben whispers into the dark. There’s no response.

He sits up slowly and tries to maneuver himself over Callum’s legs without waking him. It doesn’t work as well as he’d planned.

Callum stirs with a huff of breath and a yawn. “Ben? What’re you doing?”

“Need a piss.”

“Oh,” Callum breathes. It’s quiet again, and Ben grabs his phone, flicking on the flashlight and guides himself across the hall.

Callum stumbles in a minute later, sleep rumpled and young-looking. In the barely there light, his eyes glow like hazy amber.

“Sorry,” he murmurs. He’s just standing there, leant against the towel rack, watching. Ben turns away, pulse pressing against his neck. “Ain’t much of a fan of the thunder, didn’t want to be alone.”

Ben ducks down to wash his hands, he lets icy water hit his skin, needing that shock to wake his mind. He hisses a little and pulls away, shaking out his hands. He can feel Callum’s eyes following him, burning into him, and as he moves to the towel rack, he doesn’t meet his gaze as he wipes his face.

But he’s right there, so close that Ben can feel his warmth, can smell his aftershave clinging.

Ben glances up slowly, his gaze lifting from Callum’s bare feet all the way up to his eyes.

The flashlight is so dim that everything is cast in shadow, so low that he can’t read Callum’s face. It feels as though they’re trapped in this sudden bubble of warmth, and Ben can’t move, can’t breathe, can’t do anything, doesn't want to do anything, but look at Callum’s eyes and tremble.

“Ben,” he breathes, barely a sound. Ben swallows, electricity shocking through him, zapping his skin. There’s fear there too, gripping fear that holds him by the back of the neck.

But then Callum lifts a hand, his smooth, delicate hand, and runs a long finger down Ben’s cheek, coming to rest just by the hinge of his jaw. Ben stutters out a breath, gravitating closer, his eyes threatening to flutter closed as Callum touches him.

Callum rests their foreheads together gently, his thumb coming to rub at his jaw, his hand cupping the back of his neck and head. Ben’s body is covered in goosebumps, every inch of him shaking like a leaf, so nervous, so unused to this sort of touch.

Callum dips his mouth closer, their noses bumping. He can feel Callum’s warmth breath on his lips, and when he shifts, they brush together, just barely. Callum sucks in a deep breath, chest heaving, and leans down.

It’s so, so, unbelievably delicate. Their lips meet with a cautious press, and they stay that way for a few moments before Callum pulls away a little, then ducks down again. Ben lets him lead, lets him hold his face in his big hand, because his brain is a muddle of heat and jarred murmurs.

Callum presses in closer, both his hands cupping Ben’s face now as he kisses him slow and soft, pulling back every few moments to shudder in a breath, fingertips brushing through the soft wisps of hair by Ben’s ears. His hands slide down to his shoulders, down his front, and Ben’s stomach spikes.

He grabs Callum’s hands, pulls away slightly, eyes searching for something he’s not sure of.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Callum babbles as he meets Ben’s eyes, too loud in their little bubble. “Ben, I–I didn’t mean to–”

“Cal” Ben says, hoarsely. His hand finds Callum’s cheek, it’s hot to the touch, he slips it back into his hair. “Come here, yeah?”

“If you want me to go—” Callum whispers, and Ben feels it against his bottom lip, this barely-there buzz.

“Sh. Just–just come here.”

Their mouths touch again, and it’s molten, soft and melty and cautious, Ben’s bottom lip caught wetly between Callum’s. Ben has to let out a shudder of a breath, toes curling up so hard it hurts as he starts to twist his fingers in Callum’s hair. Ben feels out of body, like he can register each touch and press, he can hear the rain tapping heavy fingers on the rooftop and the low buzz of the record player and the rasp of Callum’s breathing but it doesn’t feel real.

But it is real, so real. And it’s the most intimate moment of Ben’s life, standing in the dark, holding the warm body of this soft boy, kissing him, tender and so full of feeling.

It’s Callum who pulls away the next time, and when he doesn’t duck straight back in, Ben peels his eyes open slowly to look up at him, panics.

Callum’s chest is rising and falling noticeably, his eyes intense and gentle all at once, hooded but so open. They’re locked together for a beat, and time seems to stand still for them. All of a sudden, the rain is gone, and there’s just silence. It’s just him and Callum, standing on this invincible plane, bound together.

“How long?” Callum asks, their faces still pressed up close. He’s so warm, burning up under Ben’s touch.

“So long,” Ben answers honestly. “So fucking long.”

“I’m sorry,” Callum breathes past his lips, muffled by another kiss. “‘M so clueless. Is it too late? Please tell me it ain’t too late?”

“No,” Ben hushes him, tries to pull him closer again with a nudge to his hip, but Callum shakes his head lightly and just stares down at Callum “It ain’t too late. It couldn’t ever be too late.”

They come back together on a sharp exhale, there’s little hesitancy now. Callum presses Ben against the wall, cradling his jaw and gripping at his hip, breathing heavily. Ben holds him close and tries to stop the little noises bubbling inside him from escaping. He doesn’t succeed.

“Shit,” Callum breathes, ducking down to bury his face into Ben’s neck, kissing the skin there over and over, breathing him in. “Shit, Ben.”

“Callum,” he shudders when Callum kisses wetly at the hinge of his jaw. He threads his hands into Ben’s hair again, so soft and silky beneath his fingers, and pulls him back up to his mouth. He’s never wanted anybody, anything more in his life than this, than the wet press of their mouths, the heat of Callum’s hands sliding down his back. It feels right.

“You’re beautiful,” Callum gasps out between kisses, pressing in hard. “I’ve wanted to tell you that every day since I moved to that damn school.”

“Callum,” Ben says again, because he can’t say anything else.

“You have no idea,” another searing kiss, a hot press of their bodies, “how amazing you are.”

Ben whines softly, and Callum shudders, grabbing his hand and pulling them backwards. They leave the flashlight, and they have to fumble blindly into Ben’s room. Callum’s hands are hot and possessive on his hips, squeezing him and moving him through the space. They finally find Ben’s bed, and Callum falls down first, pulling Ben on top of him.

“Oh, my God,” Ben sighs out at the press of their bodies, burying his face in Callum’s neck for a moment to try and form any coherent through.

“Kiss me,” Callum breathes. “Don’t stop kissing me.”

And so Callum kisses a line from Ben’s jaw to his lips. He cradles his jaw, presses his thumbs against the hinges, and Callum makes a throaty noise, opening his mouth wide and arching up. Ben gasps in response, and then Callum is flipping them over so quickly that Ben sees stars, reaching up blindly as Callum presses him down.

Ben likes it like this, he thinks, with Callum’s body covering him, caging him in close. The rain hits the window violently, and Callum licks into Ben’s mouth hotly. His first response is to grapple at Callum’s shirt in surprise. His second, is to open his mouth wider, keening. He’s got a hand in Callum’s hair now, tugging roughly. Callum groans, so deep and chesty. Ben is helpless against him, breathy and shaking.

When their hips brush together, Callum a steady weight on top of him, his stomach jumps and he pulls away involuntarily, before he can stop himself. Callum pauses, his breathing heavy, and searches his face.

“Y’alright?” He whispers thickly, brushing his thumb over Ben’s cheek, eyes sated and heavy.

Ben’s breath stutters in his chest, hands shaking. “I’m just—”

He lets out another shuddered breath, blinking up at Callum with wide eyes.

“I know,” Callum says, hushed. “I know.”

He kisses him again, soft and slow and honey-sweet, brushing his hair away from his forehead gently. He moves his mouth to his neck, just dragging his lips over Ben’s skin and breathing, occasionally kissing him delicately.

Callum falls sideways, coming to settle next to Ben as they kiss gently. He threads their fingers together, and Ben’s heart flutters in his chest, eyes threatening to grow wet.

“Cal,” he breathes, pressing their foreheads together.

Callum snuffles slightly, pecking Ben’s lips one more time before he tugs him in close, wrapping his arms around him to cuddle him. His chest is warm and cosy and Ben curls around his body willingly. Callum strokes his back, presses kisses to his forehead. It’s so lovely, so delicate and careful that Ben can feel his heart shaking in his chest.

“Goodnight,” Callum whispers.

Ben blinks up at him. They stare at each other for a moment, and Ben just lets it rush over him, lets himself go. He tells himself to stop thinking, to stop worrying, to put himself in the here and now; not tomorrow, not when they have to go back to school, when he knows he’ll have to go back to being Callum’s new friend, when he knows to football lads will be on his back and he’ll have to lie to Jay, when he’ll miss Callum so much it’ll make his heart ache.

Right now he’s got to let himself be happy. Callum’s mouth twitches, and Ben knows that he’s happy, too.

“Goodnight, Callum;”

#idk man IDK #its probs bad and very ooc and the plot is ALL OVER THE PLACE #bye #ben x callum #ballum #eastenders #fic #mywords #anon #long post /

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cthomashoodstory · 3 years

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Best Years but Not in the Same Way (10)

Calum Hood x Reader (Saara Palvin)

Previous Part

I’m sorry english is not my native

Masterlist

As usual, you were in the studio with all the boys. Today, they going to record a song name Want You Back. It was written by you when they were having a tour back in August. You were alone at studio and you wrote in only for an hour. And when you showed it to them, they liked it.

Luke is in recording room to record his voice, Mike is preparing to record the guitar instrument, and Andrew Wells, the producer is preparing some things. While you’re sitting on couch with Calum and Ashton.

“So how’s the progress with you and guitar?” Ashton asked you. You were grinned and he laughed. “Seriously? You learned it since February miss.” Then he glanced at Calum. “Oh you Mr. Hood, you didn’t teach her properly, or should I teach her? Should i?” He winked at Calum.

“No bro, no.” His face is turned red and we are all laughing. “I will give her a private lesson by my own.”

Then they were talking and you didn’t pay attention to them. You start to play your guitar with whatever chord that will match to your writing. Apparently you just wrote a song yesterday and now you want to show it to them.

“Every moment spent, i wish i was with you,” you began to sing with the guitar melody. “And every night i slept, i dream i was with you.”

“That’s nice miss,” Ashton gave you a compliment.

You smiled. “Of course I’m a very cool songwriter, huh?” You gave him a cocky face. Calum was just like ‘wtf’ and it really showed in his face.

“Oh you want a duel? Lets have a duel!” Ashton challenging you and you said yes. “I’m with Calum and you’re with Mike. Mike would you come here for a sec?” Michael came and he looked so confused. “Mike, you will team up with miss cocky face, and i team up with Calum and we will battling in a writting song. Andrew will be the judge and Luke... also the judge. The song has to be genuine, original and never heard before.”

You chuckled. “So whats the price of the winner?” You asked him smugly. “What if the loser have to buy us coffee for a week, and the winner will feature the song on the album?”

“Fucking deal.” Michael yelled and high five you.

“Alright then, so i will go to this corner with Ash, and you two will go to that corner.” Calum and Ashton walked away from you two.

And then you and Michael went to the opposite corner. “Miss we can’t lose this game. I really love to compete with them.” “So what do you got? Because I’m suck at writting. And i will find the melody faster that anyone here.”

“So i have this lyric i made it last year when i was just broke up with someone and i never gave it to someone so i think maybe this is the right time to pull this shit out.” You explained. “So the first verse is ‘switching into airplane mode again, we’re not alright but I’ll pretend. I press my cheek against the glass, just be good till i get back.” Then Michael found the perfect melody for this song. “The ground disappears i hold the tears, i check my phone to see your face staring back as if to say...,” then you paused. “Do you have any idea? Cause I’m stuck at finding the right words.”

“Don’t worry... uh you won’t be lonely?” He gave you a very good line even thought he didn’t sure about it.

“Mike that’s so good so the bridge will be ‘don’t worry you won’t be lonely... Okay so the chorus will be like ‘why won’t you love me? Yeah why won’t you love me? Yeah.” You continued it.

“Wait wait wait, what if the chorus be like ‘whyyyyyyy won’t you love me in high pitched voice? Whyyyyyy won’t you love me.” He really snapped you.

Then you underline the sentence and give a note. “That is so sick! Oh my God! Okay so the chorus is whyyyyyyy won’t you love... whyyyyyy won’t you love me? You imagine when you close your eyes, you’re with me on the other side so whyyyyyyy won’t you love me.” Mike play the guitar riff alongside with you singing and itu turns out very good.

“I swear to God we will win this.” Mike high five you. “I can’t wait to see their faces when we sang this song.” Mike looked so happy that he about to outwin them.

“Who’s going to sing? Are you going to sing?” You asked him.

He shook his head. “Nah, you will sing it and i will backing on the bridge and the chorus, what do you think?” And you nodded.

“We’re done.” Ashton shouted proudly. Well honestly you didn’t know whats on Ash today. He challenged you out from nowhere just because i gave him a cocky face for being a cool songwriter. And you accept it because it was some kind of joke right? Seriously you couldn’t tell yourself if he’s mad or not. But one thing for sure you will win this game. Not trying to under estimate them. They’re very talented musicians they even wrote their songs by their own. But still they can’t beat you lyrically.

Luke and Andrew were ready to be judge. They sat in the middle of you and Ashton. “The challegers should be the one to start the game,” said Luke.

“Aight, our song is called Midnight, written by Ashton Irwin and Calum Hood.” Calum did an opening speech and Ashton began to sing and Calum start playing the guitar.

“Why you acting like a stranger

When we do this every night?

Can we get a little closer

Even though you're not that type?

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

You only ever wanna love me after midnight

I've never seen you in the daylight

'Cause you only ever wanna love me after midnight

But it's better than nothing.”

Luke, Andrew, Mike and You gave them an applause. “It gaves me chill.” Luke said it while laughing and you could tell he’s just joking.

“Okay now the opposite team, Miss B and Mikey.” Luke introduced your team.

You smiled first. “The song called Why Won’t You Love Me by me and Mike. Enjoy.” And then Mike start to play the guitar riff.

“Switching into airplane mode again

We're not alright but I'll pretend

I press my cheek against the glass

Just be good 'til I get back

The ground disappears

I hold back the tears

I check my phone to see your face

Staring back as if to say

Don't worry, you won't be lonely

Why won't you love me?

You imagine when you close your eyes

You're with me on the other side

So why won't you love me?”

“Team Mira (Michael Saara) woooooo,” Luke yelled as a sign that he choose us than Ashton’s team.

“I couldn’t lie Saara and Michael are the winner.” Andrew added.

Mike and you jumped and hugged. “We won!” Mike yelled to your ears. “Free coffee for a week. Woohoo!” We pulled the hug and we faced Ashton and Calum. “We cool huh?” Mike asked Ashton.

“We definitely put Why Won’t You Love Me song to our album.” Said Ashton and he hugged you. “No beef between us?” We both laughed.

And then i approach Calum. “Can we talk?” He nodded and we went to corner beside the door. “Uh I’ve been thinking and... i want to give you back what’s yours.” You took out your key apartment from your pocket and handed it to him.

“Your apartment key? Are you sure?” He looked so surprised and happy at the same time.

“Yeah,” you smiled. “I’m pretty sure i want you to have it again.” You used to gave him back in 2014 with an intention so that him or the boys could easily came in to your apartment without you open the door. But the JB thing happened and you took away the key from him.

“Oh and-“ You swear to God he was about to pulled something out from his jeans pocket but we got interrupted by Nia.

“Cal we should go now.” She said it to him and she realized you were standing there beside Calum. “Hey girl.” She hugged you. “We should go now, they waiting outside.” She looked at you who’s been confused with their conversation. “We are going to park to pet our dogs” “See you soon, Miss B.” She waved and leave the studio room.

You have been forgot to remember that Calum is still in contact with Nia. Your heart suddenly shattered again. You thought you could have something with Calum but turns out you can’t. He would choose her over you.

“I gotta go, you want to join us?” He asked you awkwardly.

“No, i have to go home actually, bye.” You waved at him and he’s gone behind the door.

You took your bag and your belongings and you ordered an Uber.

“C’mon lemme drive you home.” Ashton took away my phone before you press the order button.

To be continued

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mymindwide · 4 years

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It won’t be long we’ll meet again

Pairing: Ashton x Female reader

Word count: 6775

Warning: angst, feelings, smut

Author’s note: This is the chapter 2 (and closure) to ‘The end of heartache’. I hope you’ll love this too, and would just like to thank the support to those who were kind enough to write any kind of feedback on Chapter 1. :) I hope this won’t disappoint either. Take care and enjoy your read.

*****

You miss him. As plain as that sounds, sometimes the simplest words carry the heaviest burdens.

Six months ago you left your apartment with a sleeping Ashton in your bed, after he fucked you in that bed, and you convinced yourself that you don’t care about his motivation after all. You were glad it happened but eventually it just made things more difficult and painful for you.

Because although he’s never been yours, losing him broke your heart. That night you’ve spent together was… good. Obviously way more than just good. But why did he decide to come after you? He’s been in a seemingly happy relationship, then why? No doubt, he probably just felt pity for you after your confession. He always had a good and caring heart, you wouldn’t wonder if this was the case. Well, it really doesn’t matter now, does it? You took that risk; you knew what you were about to do, and as far as you remember your first thought was that you shouldn’t… yet you did nothing to stop him or rather you doing it. Now you were ready to pay the price for your decision, and you’re doing exactly this, painful or not.

Six months have passed since you left but you haven’t talked to any of them since. Well, not in live. Your communication went through emails, tweets and DMs on twitter, but those were very rare, you tried to keep it that way. After you had arrived and settled in your new living space you sent them an email with your address and the company’s name you were working at, at that time.

One day a delivery guy has left a small package for you at the reception of the building you were living in. The tiny velvet box hid a pretty white gold necklace with an angel wing medal; the gift card attached to it wished you all the best and let you know about a certain protection sentiment behind it, and was signed as C.A.L.M under that with the real signatures of Cal, Ash, Lu and Mike. An immediate smile crept on your face, because knowing the guys too well, this was either Cal’s or Ashton’s idea, and if you had to place a bet, your vote would be for Ash. No offense to Luke and Mikey, but they are not as thoughtful as the other two, and they are perfectly aware of this. This is again something that doesn’t make the disengagement easier for you, but you happily and proudly wear that beautiful necklace since the moment you have received it.

In the meantime you have changed a job, because two months ago you left that marketing position for a once in a lifetime opportunity – you were hired at iHeartRadio New York City in a program manager assistant position for one of its afternoon show. Everything was so new and fast and challenging, you had so many things to learn and do and still get used to, that you didn’t find the time and way to let the guys know about this new situation.

* * *

That day started pretty usual and normal, though at some point you should have started to suspect and prepare for the opposite. Just not long after you put your foot in the skyscraper building, there was a complete power outage; you had to call firefighters to help the trapped people escape from the elevators. You had to call the building maintenance guys to restore the electricity so the ca. 150 companies (including the city’s biggest radio station) can continue to work. You had to call some technicians to try to resettle your servers and computers. They managed to do that, however some of your fax machines have completely died due to the blackout, therefore you were asked to pass over a few important papers to one of your presenters shortly being on air, that he’d need to interview his guests that are already in the building. The entire 15th floor was your radio’s, so you picked up the folder and ran across the long hallway to reach the glass window studio on time. It was an impressive performance with 3 inches heels on your feet. After delivering the “goods” you joked to yourself that you should consider entering the next sprint competition that’s going to be held in the city. If you can do it on heels you’d have a good chance without them as well. You realized you needed to use the bathroom before returning back to your office, therefore you made a quick left turn on the corridor, but you didn’t get to the women’s restroom, because a familiar figure leaned against the wall next to the men’s restroom typing on his cellphone. You went closer, because you didn’t want to believe your eyes; your heart was pounding against your chest heavier than ever before.

“Mi-Mikey?!” as you called his name he lowered his hands with the phone in them, turned around and as he realized who dared speak to him, his eyes widened and with that drive you wrapped your arms around his neck clinging to him like a startled sparrow.

“Y/N! What are you…, how?” he hugged you back tight.

“I’m working here” you responded as you let him go and took a step back so you can check him out.

“But we thought you’re at that marketing company.”

“I know and I was, this opportunity came 2 months ago” you started to gaze your feet as you felt your conscience remind you of all the missed chances to let your friends know about this new job. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier” you looked up at him with literal shame in your eyes.

“We kinda got used to it by now…” he smiled at you.

“I…I’m…”

“Just kidding, it’s so good to see you!” a grin appears on his face and that slightly reassures your nerves and remorse too.

“The others?”

“I guard the door while they are inside using whatever toilet they have to” he rolled his eyes. “I swear to you they’re still a bunch of babies, I told them to use the bathroom in the hotel, but nah, we’re good. You can see how good they are…” he points at the door of the men’s restroom making you laugh with his comment.

“What’s up Mike, now you’re talking to yourse…” – the door opened and as Luke came out first he couldn’t even finish the sentence coz after Mikey you appeared in his field of view and you got the same reaction as from Mikey.

“Y/N?!”

“Me” and you took a step towards him too to wrap your hands around his neck.

“What are you doing here?” he stroked your back quickly.

“I’ll tell you everything, just wait for the other two now so I don’t have to repeat myself four times”

“I’ll tell your girlfriends that you two beguile the lady assistants at every radio station we put our feet into…” came another familiar voice from the opening door, and this time you could surprise Calum.

“Man, I think they wouldn’t mind this one…” smiled Luke.

“Cal!!!!!!” you jumped into his neck and he held you tight to himself lifting you up a bit, your feet not touching the ground below you.

“Holy shit, girl, what are…” he started asking the obvious question as he put you down back on your feet.

“I know, what am I doing here, and I swear I’m going to answer just…”

And this time you were the one who couldn’t finish your sentence coz the door has been opened for the third time and Ashton stepped outside looking confused for a second at the sight of the little group gathering until he found the incongruous member of his band. The others fell silent as if someone has stopped the time and cut you out of this scene. Actually, time has stopped for you too, because you weren’t exactly prepared for this spectacle either, seeing him obviously brought back memories, but even if those memories didn’t exist, he looked so handsome, so good-looking in his set that consisted of a black torn jeans and a black button-up shirt with the first few buttons being unbuttoned leaving a perfect view at his subtly muscular chest, that you felt a little bit lost at that moment.

“Y/N?”

“Hi Ash…” you bit your bottom lip to feel some kind of pain that holds you back from collapsing inside and burst into tears in front of them. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, so you took that first step to hug him too, though evidently not with the same vehemence as you did with the other three. Your hands rested on his back and only for a few seconds, his hands mirrored your movements on your back, a few gentle caresses and you let each other go pretty quickly. Quick enough to feel this hug awkward, but you guess that’s what you get when you fuck with someone you consider a friend even though you feel way more for him.

“Hi, sweetheart” he smiled at you and this gesture eased the tension in you enough to get your shit together.

You took a short glance at the other three behind you, and they stared at you two as if they were watching bombs that could explode at any minute. Is it possible that they know something about what has happened between us months ago? Ahh, anyway, I have no time for this now, now that these four stand in front of me, still a total miracle and a quite big shock at the same time. You took a big breath and started telling them very quickly about your job change.

“Who did you come to?” you asked from any of them.

“Greg? Is it Greg?” Lu asked back.

“Ah so it’s you guys who he’s waiting for. Actually I just brought his papers for him, so he can ask questions from you” you grinned.

“I thought it worked a bit more modern these days” Ash smirked.

“It does, smartass, we just had a… bit of a situation in the morning, and all electronics went to shit due to a power outage.”

“And if it wasn’t for that, we wouldn’t have you right here right now” Cal came and gave you a half hug.

“Guys, I missed you so much, you have no idea.”

“Boys, we have one minute left…” Mike warned you and you literally saw the panic in his eyes as he looked around your little branch.

“What is it Mikey?” you asked.

“It’s just… we have to go, and I assume you have to go back to work too, but we’re staying for the night and leave only tomorrow, so I thought we could meet for a dinner somewhere? I mean, only if you want it, too, of course!” he sputtered and was eyeing Cal and Luke, though Ashton got a glance from him too.

“I’d be more than happy to do that with you guys” you shrugged with a smile on your face.

“Since you live here, you can recommend a restaurant maybe?”

“What about Ceci? It’s Italian and it’s only three corners down this avenue.”

“Sounds awesome. When will you finish?”

“At 4.”

“Then 6? Is that good?”

“Then 6, it is.”

“See you at Ceci, baby” Cal hugged you first, and all the others joined him, resulting in you melting in a group hug.

“Good luck and see you soon” you waved them goodbye, and with a huge smile on your face and a long-awaited excitement in your heart you headed back to your office.

* * *

“Target #1 in the building” Cal made a comment.

“We can see that as well, Captain Obvious” snapped Mikey.

“Dude, calm down, and let me remind you that this whole thing was your idea.”

“I know… thanks again, Captain Obvious.”

“If you won’t stop with the captain thing, I’ll hit you on the head.”

“Would you please shut up for a minute, both of you. I can’t see from the noise you two make” Luke intervenes.

“Anyway, what’s your problem? We’re good so far, aren’t we?” Cal continues.

“But what if Ash sensed something? Weren’t we too obvious with the ‘buying gifts for the girls’ thing?”

“Don’t think so man, last time I checked we do have girlfriends…” Luke tried to reassure Mike.

“But Cal doesn’t.”

“And? I focus on myself right now!” snapped back Cal resentfully.

“Dude, that’s not the point! Good for you. I just want this to work.”

“He’s gonna be here.”

“Young amigos, if we don’t go anywhere I have to ask you to get out of the car” says the driver of the taxi they sat in. “You know I have a big family, have to give them food.”

“Luke, give me 40 bucks.”

“Why me?”

“Coz your net worth is the highest, and I’m just a poor guitarist from Sydney” scoffs Mikey.

“If this is gonna work, Ash owes me…” mumbles Luke as he slaps the money in Mike’s hand at the passenger’s seat.

“Are you sure you don’t have Scottish or Jewish ancestors…?” Mike side eyed Luke. “If this is gonna work, I’ll personally give this back to you, you mean bastard.”

“Oh shut up, Clifford.”

“Does this cover an hour route?” Mike holds out the money to the driver.

“Si senor, it’ll do.”

“Guys! Guys, target #2 is approaching the building…” Cal’s voice warned the quarreling couple, and all four men in the taxi looked in the direction of the restaurant on the other side of the road.

* * *

You completely lost your sense of time after you went home from the studio. To your biggest luck you have found a flat incredibly close to your workplace, actually it’s halfway through between the studio and the restaurant, so you had time to try out at least 20 clothing combinations for the dinner. Based on how the day had started you would not have dared dream that it would end like this. You came here with the thought you’ll never see them again, and here you are, you’ll have a date with four of your best friends, and that makes you beyond excited. The long and short of it is that you ended up 15 minutes earlier at the restaurant, wearing your favorite black torn jeans with a simple V-neck white t-shirt and matching black high heels.

You were checking your phone every minute preparing yourself for them to write you in the last possible second that they’re sorry but won’t be able to make it, but no message has arrived, so you started becoming very excited by every passing minute. You were about to put your phone on the table when you looked up from it and glimpsed Ashton walking towards the table you were sitting at, the table that was booked by Mr. Clifford for 5. You rose from your seat to greet him and grabbed the opportunity to check him out very quickly and hopefully not too strikingly.

“You look wonderful” he hugged you with one hand “…and I like the jeans” he added grinning at you as his eyes lowered to the knee part of your jeans where it’s been torn.

“Well, I have to admit, there’s a slight Irwin impact on my fashion sense regarding jeans.”

“I’ll have a greater legacy than Versace” he joked.

“Ahh as to Versace, have you watched the second…”

“I have and I had no one I could talk about it with” he said semi-sadly, semi-excitedly not even waiting for you to finish the sentence.

“I know, me neither. I missed our regular series talk shows” you smiled at him.

“Anyway, it was definitely shockingly brilliant.”

He hardly finished the sentence; the receptionist came towards you and stopped next to your table. You looked up at her simultaneously.

“Sorry for interrupting you, I would like to apologize for the inconvenience, but Mr. Clifford just phoned us and let us know, that the remaining 3 person won’t be joining you, therefore I’d like to escort you to a quieter, more private table for two, if you don’t mind” she has flashed her nicest smile at you two.

Both Ashton and you looked at your phones at the same time looking for some explanation behind this situation but neither of you got any messages from any of the guys and looked up from your phones as confused as the other.

“We haven’t ordered yet, so it’s fine for me…” he told the receptionist but he looked at you all the way waiting for an approval.

“Yeah, it’s okay, of course” you blinked still confused.

“Thank you very much. As a compensation for the inconvenience, tonight’s drinks are on the restaurant.”

You stood up and followed the lady in front of you, while looking at each other conspiratorially, because you knew something that the management of the restaurant did not - namely neither Ash nor you drank any alcohol, so the worst that can happen is the mineral water stock will be less with a few bottles.

As soon as you put your bottoms down on your seats, a waitress came to take your order, and to your waters you ordered a Caesar salad and Ash stayed with a steak though he chose salad as garnish too.

“Never thought you were the salad type” Ash noted.

“Believe me, I am still not, but you should have seen the food I was poisoning myself with since being here. My body really can use a lighter meal now. I’m literally craving it.”

“Can’t blame you. I guess everyone’s first thing to do when arriving in New York is to try all the food we see on Man vs. Food.”

“Yeah, that’s how I got to know the city, basically” you laughed. “Uhm, as to those three bastards you call your bandmates and I called friends… I assume you didn’t know about this” you cocked an eyebrow at him.

“No, I didn’t. They told me they’re going gift shopping, and that they’ll join us in time.” “Obviously they won’t now” the right corner of your mouth pulled in a sarcastic smile.

“If you don’t feel like it, we don’t have to do this…”

“Ash, no, it’s not why I…” your hand has swung quicker than you thought and by the time you realized, it already rested on Ash’s forearm, trying to keep him from standing up from the table. As soon as you saw why he’s looking at his arm you jerked your hand back.

“Hey, I didn’t plan to go anywhere“ he smiled at you seeing you blushing as he really just adjusted his chair.

“Sorry…” you whispered feeling ashamed, not exactly knowing why though.

“No, it’s okay… Actually, I’d like to talk to you about something.”

You swallowed as if you had known what’s coming.

“Can we talk about us?”

“Us?”

“Yes, us and that particular night. Should I remind you of…”

“No. It’s not something that just disappears. Not after how we said goodbye” you tucked your lips between your teeth as an automatic reflex because you felt your pulse getting higher, and your anxiety creeping up.

“I wouldn’t exactly call it a goodbye…”

“But it was.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up when you left? We could have talked.”

“You know, I thought about it a lot since then. Even felt certain guilt. But that day was emotional enough for me, besides my life here was already pretty much prepared. At that moment it felt right.”

“And now?”

“Ash… Why did you come to me that night in the first place?” you started losing your patience as you felt him calling you to account. You wanted to show him he’s not the only one with questions.

“What do you think?”

“For months I was convinced it was out of pity from your side.”

“Out of pity… But did that really feel like it though?”

“I don’t know, Ash. Again, that day was hard enough and you didn’t make the things easier either.”

“Did you know you left a mark on me? Nail scratches on both my shoulder blades” he smiled. “A few days later I became single.”

“I didn’t want to get you in trouble” you told him with honesty and worry in your voice. You really had no idea that they are no longer together.

“It has nothing to do with it; I just thought I’ll let you know, since it made me smile when I noticed it at home. And as far as I remember it was me who knocked on your door…”

“But I could have told you to leave…” you quickly closed your eyes as instant memory moments rushed through your mind about the exact scene you were talking about. How he kissed you and picked you up in his lap, and how much you didn’t exactly protest against it, but kissed him back and wrapped your legs around his waist instead… About how your body reacted to his in a millisecond.

“Did you regret what we’ve done back then?”

“No” you said after a few seconds of silence. “But it just made things more difficult for me.”

“As of?”

“Leaving behind what I wanted to leave behind. Forgetting you” you felt a sudden sadness as you uttered these words aloud.

You didn’t even notice how easily you eased into your conversation and that the anxiety you felt at the beginning just disappeared most likely thanks to the calmness that flowed out of Ashton, the soothing tone of his voice, the way he spoke to you.

You loved how honestly and openly you could talk about this, when it could have turned out enormously awkward as well.

“And you? Did you regret that you came to my apartment that night?” you rested your elbow on the table while supported your head with your palm.

“No. It made me realize a few things.”

“As of?” you smiled.

“You know I don’t believe in too many things, but what I believe in is that there are no coincidences. Us meeting here, totally accidentally, has to have a greater purpose. And I’d like to tell you something and I’d like you to listen to me. I want you to know that I liked you all along. From the beginning. I always thought we had a special connection and we understood each other quite well. But I was stupid and thought we’re friends, and it’s not gonna lead anywhere, you know, you don’t shit in your own backyard… And this is what I regretted. That simply out of fear I didn’t even try to give it a chance, and when you confessed six months ago it kinda slapped me in the face. The only thing I could tell you was that I was sorry. That’s what I felt sorry about. Not you. My own self and my missed opportunity. That I was satisfied with less when I could have something more valuable too. You helped me open my eyes and as it hit me, I wanted to see you. That’s why I visited you that night.”

As he said all these things to you, your heart just wished to leave your body. Never in your wildest dreams could you imagine that he, in any way, could feel the same like you, and now here you are.

The whirlwind came and you looked down at the table, lips trembling and the first stream of tears rolled down your face. He reached for your hand, gently grabbed it with his and you squeezed it letting all the remaining tension and anxiety go, as his thumb brushed your skin.

“So now you know. Pity never was on the table.”

Wiping those few stray tear drops you smiled at him as you still hold hands.

“This whole situation is because of me, coz I fucked that up, and for this I am sorry too.”

“Ash… it doesn’t matter now. I’m glad you’re here, I’m glad we’re here. And I’d just like to hug you now, so bad” a liberated shred of laughter escaped your lips.

“I can promise you we’ll get round to it” he flashed a smile at you squeezing your hand once more before he let it go, as your ordered meals had arrived.

* * *

While eating you could continue with much lighter topics; he let you into their plans and ongoing work with their new material and all the shenanigans you missed while being in the other side of the states, and you told him about the musical legends and celebs you had the pleasure to meet thanks to your last two months at the radio. It was around 8pm when you left Ceci, and tried to find a secluded place on the sidewalk where you aren’t in the way of others and they aren’t in yours.

“Can I collect my hug now?” you smiled at him and just hoped you don’t sound too desperate, though you were not sure whether he would care at all if you did.

You certainly did not care. Your heart got lighter, your eyes shined brighter after your dinner, and just feeling him this close, like never before, filled you with such happiness you never thought you’ll feel again. He pulled you closer and you went upon your tiptoes to wrap your hands around his neck while his arms slithered around your waist wreathing you into a tight hug. Your senses were looking for the familiar feelings - his citrus scent filled up your nose, your arms rested safely on his wide shoulders providing you the sense of security that you felt only with him.

You very slowly let go of him and stood back on your feet, as your eyes kept holding onto each other’s.

His fingertips ghosted along your arms going down to reach their destination in your palms.

“Can I kiss you?” his eyes hiding a slight insecurity were searching yours.

“Are you really asking for permission when…” you smiled.

“I am, because this is our first date” he wasn’t waiting for you to finish.

“Then please, kiss me” you whispered still smiling.

His hands let go of yours and found their new place on your waist pulling you closer and on the side of your neck angling your face slightly upwards so he can attach his lips on yours while your hands slid up to rest on his chest.

This kiss was different from what you shared the last time, of course no wonder, since that night wasn’t exactly about the most extensive and deepest exploration of the other. You simply didn’t have time for that, and weren’t in that particular headspace.

This kiss was feathery, gentle and exploratory – the kind that makes you lose your mind.

You felt yourself in a dream and as the seconds went by, you sensibly became needier; his fingertips pressed harder on your waist while your hands grasped his shirt on his stomach. A sense rushed through your veins, a recognition, that made you feel almost ashamed and shy for wanting to be with him again.

A loud honk reminded you that you’re in the middle of the street, so you slowly let each other go, and still feeling the ghost of his lips on yours you leaned your forehead against his collarbone slightly shaking your head as you let out a heavier sigh.

“Damn…”

“What?” his tone gave away that he’s smiling.

“I feel like I should be ashamed of the thoughts that are filling my mind right now.”

“If they are anything similar to mine, then yeah, you should…”

His remark made you chuckle into his chest. You lifted your eyes on him and you felt exactly the same way as you did six months ago that night when you stood in the hall of your apartment staring at each other, trying to read from the other’s eyes and face. And again, just like back then, there was no question to which the answers couldn’t have been found in your eyes.

“Come…” you intertwined your fingers and took a few steps backwards never breaking the eye contact.

“Where are we…” he asked as you started heading down the road.

“My flat is two minutes away.”

* * *

“Wake up you two! They are out!” Cal shouted, and the other three gentlemen in the car hoisted in their seats. “Not you, Pedro, you can sleep back.”

“This is my car, I wanna watch!” the driver stared out his window sticking to the windowpane, and Cal just shrugged.

“Awww, they are hugging”

“Thanks for the live broadcast, mate, but I’d rather check it myself” Luke just tried to push Cal out of the way so he can see something with his own eyes too.

“Oh, that senorita is la belleza; I’d hug her too…” Pedro remarked and his passengers shared a quick glance that made obvious what they think about their plus one – they managed to get stuck with a perv.

“Woah woah woah, oh my god, come on Ash, you get it dude!” shouted Cal as they watched their two targets embrace in a kiss.

“Yesss” Luke cried out joining in the celebration.

“Could you please move over, that’s my friend, I have to see them” Mike tried to push the driver away.

“I wanna see, I wanna see” their ad hoc driver fought back, and as he did, his elbow pressed the honk on the steering wheel.

All four of them pulled their heads down immediately, searching for cover behind the doors of the vehicle.

“Man, you can ruin everything” Mikey yelled at the driver grumpily.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to cause trouble” their driver justified himself.

Carefully and very slowly they all rose from their cover, and saw the targets still standing on the sidewalk, although not kissing.

“Let’s just hope they’ll find a hotel, if I were them I’d do…” Cal made the comment.

“Dude, you need to get laid soon…” Luke shook his head in response to Cal cocking his eyebrow.

“Just like he will be…?!” Cal indicated out the window, pointing at the pair as they hold hands and the girl takes a few steps backward still facing their bandmate.

“Damn, I’m a genius…” grinned Mikey.

* * *

While waiting for the elevator in the building you hardly could let each other catch your breath, being able to kiss him without any heartbreak or shame felt beyond liberating.

“Waiiiit, shit” he pulled away from you.

“What’s wrong?”

“This time I don’t have any condoms, I wasn’t expecting… the whole press tour or this evening to take such a turn” he whispered.

“This only means… you have to… pull out in time…” you kissed it on his lips. “Can you do that for me?”

“Do you trust me?” he cupped your face looking in your eyes with his very serious ones. After all you were about to play a dangerous game, that can have consequences, so you had to be sure, you take this risk. But you trusted him more than anyone.

“You know I do.”

After getting back to your flat, between passionate kisses you helped each other get rid of your clothes and shortly you found yourselves naked on the couch, discarded clothes here and there on the floor around you.

Ash sat on the couch; you stood in front of him as he, kissing the skin on your stomach, pushed your last piece of cloth you had on -your panties- down your legs.

Straddling him you were holding onto his shoulders, and you slowly ran down your nails on his chest to his stomach very lightly. He most likely worked out more in the last six months; his abs became more defined than what you were remembering.

He reached up to pull you closer by the back of your neck merging you in a kiss that you were getting so many in the last 20 minutes from, and yet you couldn’t get enough.

You slid your hand lower to take his hardness and as you wrapped your fingers around it he moaned into your mouth just fueling your desire to give him as much pleasure as you can. You quickly started caressing him, smearing his pre-cum on his tip, before you lifted yourself on your knees enough to position his cock over your entrance.

“Wait, are you rea…”

“Am I ready?” you smiled at him and lead his tip over your wetness a few times. “I couldn’t be readier” you leaned towards him to kiss him again rewarding him for his thoughtfulness, since last time he made sure you were ready for him, now your kisses and touches ensured it.

You leaned your forehead against his as you lowered yourself on him, and a soft whimper escaped both of you at the same time.

“Fuck, woman…”

“God, you’re magic…” you gasped.

“We are” he tilted his head back against the headrest of the couch, leaving his throat free for you to lick and kiss.

After getting used to feeling his size inside you again, with the guidance of his hands on your hips you started to grind your hips, first just slowly, up and down, then slightly increasing the pace you were riding him harder letting him fully fill you up.

Your nails scratched down from his shoulders down to his chest leaving a light mark.

“Old habits die hard?” he breathed out making you smile with it as you brushed your fingers over the marks and you leaned forward to lick into his mouth, your hips never stopping with bouncing up and down on him.

„Is this good?” you asked him as you reached behind you, running your fingers around his balls squeezing them a little. Although you already knew the answer seeing the look in his eyes and hearing the hitches in his breathing. His body gave obvious responses to your touch.

„You haven’t been this chatty last time…” he swallowed back a groan.

„Well, last time you haven’t been this single, either…”

You were like fire on fire, perfectly igniting each other’s arousal. It was like you never felt yourself this alive.

He cupped your breasts in his hands and as you slowed your hips he took his time to caress and massage them, kiss them and suck on your nipples, circling his tongue around them sending you into hyperspace with all this sensation. Now you had the chance to discover what you couldn’t six months earlier.

Your movements slowed down as your thighs started to tire, and Ash sensing this took control over the things from then. His hands found their way back on your hips and he started to pound into you in the same rhythm you moved on him. It’s been a new sensation and his name fell from your lips like a prayer as your pleasure started to build in your core.

“Please don’t stop, I’m so close” you whispered in his ear whimpering before you took his earlobe with his earring into your mouth pulling on it a little.

He kept your hips in place and this time it was really just him moving his hips a bit faster than before and you screamed as your walls spamsed around his cock in you. He threw his head back and as his grip loosened on your hips you started moving again riding out your own climax.

He looked back at you and you smiled at him in your delirium, kissing him deeply for the pleasure he gave you.

Reaching under your butt he stood up and took you into your bedroom, putting you down on the bed.

“Where do you want me?” you asked as you really were ready to give him anything he wants or needs in any position.

“Just lie down. I’d like to see your pretty face as I take you.”

With only this one sentence he sent a jolt through you again and you did as he told, lying on your back you were waiting for his promise to be fulfilled.

Leaning over you he entered you again and with a louder moan you welcomed back that now familiar and oh so good feeling of having him inside you. This time he picked up a quicker pace that he slowed down on purpose from time to time, you saw him struggling more and more as he tried to lengthen our moments as long as he can, but six months was six months for him too…

“Ash, don’t hold it back” you caressed his face. “You can come. I need you to. We’ll have plenty of time to do this…” you brushed his lower lip with your thumb before he leaned down to kiss you.

After a few more thrusts, he pulled his cock out of you, rested it on your abdomen for a second, and looking down, seeing his length lying under your stomach you wished he could put it back to feel him finish off inside you.

He took his cock in his hand and started to pump it slowly until you reached down almost immediately to replace his hand with yours keeping your constant eye contact. Seeing the lust still shining in his eyes and hearing his groans through his gasping as your warm palm covers his soft skin lightly twirling and moving on it back and forth, paying special attention to the sensitive part right under his tip was the crown of this night for you. Without moving your head, only your eyes wandered down to capture the moment of his cum spilling out onto your stomach, your eyes immediately found back to his, your teeth grazing your bottom lip. Ash’s soft moans filled the room, the moans you could hear with your ears but feel with your soul. Not stopping with stroking him, you slowed down with your movements and he leaned down to kiss you while you still kept his length in your hand, your thumb wiping the last drops off of his tip.

“I’ll bring a cloth” he whispered on your lips after taking a look down at your stomach covered with the drops of his cum.

“You’ll find some in the bathroom cabinet.”

You heard him run the tap and soon he came back with a wet cloth helping you get clean, then wiped himself too. After taking it back to the bathroom, he came back and lied down next to you.

“I like your necklace” he stroked your jewelry hanging around your neck.

“It’s so beautiful, and I love it so much, I didn’t take it off since I received it.”

“Could we give this a chance? Maybe the timing wasn’t right back then, but it can be now. I want this. I want us. I want you.”

“If you’re working on to see me cry again, you’re doing it right” you smiled at him.

“I’m dead serious” he reached out to you and stroked your face.

“I know. And I’d like this too.” you took his hand in yours kissing into his palm.

“Come home to us.”

“I want to. And I will. But I have to close my barely begun life here first” you laughed.

“I won’t let you out of my reach again.”

“You better not, Irwin.”

He drew a cross over his heart with his pointer finger.

“In the morning we can work everything out. And this time I’ll be around.”

“Promise?” he smirked.

“Promise” you drew a cross over your heart too and leaning over him you sealed your promise on his lips with a kiss before he playfully pulled you onto his body.

Caressing and kissing each other you slowly quieted, and with tangled limbs you finally fell asleep in each other’s arms.

* * *

I can’t recall the last time I was this happy in my life.

Imagining a life where I open my eyes in the morning and the first thing I catch a glimpse of is the beautiful and peaceful face of the man I love was only a dream for me for so many years.

But it’s funny how life can make up for its own mistakes.

I remember the girl from six months earlier. How bad she wanted to touch him, how bad she wanted to kiss him awake, how bad she wanted to put her hand over his heart just to feel its even beating.

And now I’ll just do exactly that.

#ashton irwin #ashton irwin x reader #5sos #ashton irwin fic #fic time #fic by me

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loseeverythingloose · 3 years

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30 Day Custom Weight Loss Challenge

DAY 5

1444 cal, 85 g carbs. (Once again, don't be alarmed bc of 1444, I greatly exaggerate the amount of food I eat while calculating so that I feel worse about eating, lol.)

Meditation Challenge: 10 breaths.

Completed, feels good.

Thinspo Challenge: Why do you want to lose weight? Are you doing it for you?

Oh hell nah. I mean, I am doing it for myself in a way; I will be more attractive, more confident, have REAL relationships etc. But, like, the reason I want to lose weight is because the society finds being skinny more attractive, which would in turn result in me being more confident in myself and my body. The thing is, I wouldn't want to lose weight if it wasn't for these norms and aesthetic values imposed on by capitalism. It literally wouldn't cross my mind unless I had a serious health issue. And, well, probably the only reason I want to lose weight for myself is my health, though I don't really care about it at this point to be honest. It's hardly on the list of my reasons.

Writing Challenge: Your parents.

My parents. Where the hell do I even start? They are opposites in so many ways, and yet, so much alike. I think me and my brother are shaped by their dynamic with each other rather than their parenthood. There are very healthy AND very toxic aspects to their relationship, though they are definitely in love, and also in their relationship with us. I believe them both to be quite intelligent, though in different manners, and most of the time that's why they fight. It's hard to be a member of a household in which everyone has an IQ of 120+, lmao. Their generation is the midpoint between the traditional and modern society, and their personal histories get even more complex when you also consider the fact that both were assimilated, while probably being the last ones to vaguely remember their origins. So, they themselves are a synthesis of opposite views, constantly trying to fit in two different worlds, which is what creates their inner contradictions. Their parenthood is too good when it's good, too bad when it's bad. I don't blame them for it, simply because they lived through everything in its extreme. This good-bad-never-in-between thing is a natural result of that. I respect and admire them both as they are, with all their faults and flaws.

Gratitude Challenge: An accomplishment I'm proud of.

None. I did have moments I felt slightly like I accomplished something, but I was never proud of them. I'm not there yet, I guess, but I doubt I ever will be. I simply cannot be satisfied. And, I think being proud of something I've accomplished is not my responsibility anyway. My family, friends if I still have more than one, people who have been in my life somehow should be proud. Not me, because it's never enough.

Song Challenge: A song(s) that makes you feel nostalgic.

So, uh, these are all nostalgic in different ways. Some of them make me miss something or someone that there never was, and some of them are the exact shit I went through, and some of them are just from my early teenage years.

youtube

https://youtu.be/R4eN_YX-5mE

God, I couldn't add the last link. Only one link. This is so fucking frustrating, but you're gonna have to do with it if you're listening to them.

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softforcal · 5 years

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Ok but like Gryffindor Luke so is so brave and confident with a super sweet and shy Hufflepuff reader. I don’t know I think it would be super cute. Love you

GRYFFINDOR LUKE X HUFFLEPUFF READER

-Gryffindor Luke is a brave, charismatic genius

-when he sets his eyes on something he does it

-like in first year he decided he wanted to get onto the Quidditch team so he did

-and when the Captain graduated and the spot opened up, Luke fucking grabbed it and didn’t let go until it was official

-he notices you in class one day because something your friend has said makes you laugh and he just blinks at you

-he is shook he hasn’t noticed you before

-”hey, Cal, who’s that Hufflepuff?” he asks, nudging the Gryffindor next to him

-”uh… i think that’s Y/N.” Cal answers, “why?”

-”she’s cute.” Luke states

-Calum laughs, “i’d stay away from that one if i were you. she’s the type of girl you settle down with. you ready for that?”

-yeah, you might be a puff but you have a reputation for making guys fall head over heals in love with you because you are an absolute Sweetheart

-and if there’s anything Luke likes, its a challenge

-and he’s a bit of a playboy so he’s like “nah, i’m sure i’ll be fine.”

-”your funeral.” Calum laughs.

-Luke watches you for a whole week, trying to figure out the best way to approach you

-Gryffindor has a game against Ravenclaw and at breakfast that morning he and Calum come over to the Hufflepuff table

-”we’re having a party after the game, you guys should come.” Luke states

-this fuck. like. what a cocky Gryffindor. because he already knows his team is going to win and has a party planned

-your friends all agree and as Calum and Luke walk away, your friends all start whispering about the fact that Luke Hemmings and Calum Hood just personally invited your group to come to their afterparty

-but you’re all humble Hufflepuffs so you’re all just like “he’s for sure inviting us because of you.” “no, i think he was looking at you.”

-they all agree that Luke has a thing for you because Hufflepuffs have been noticing him looking at you but you’re just like “no, i’m sure that’s not true.”

-so Gryffindor wins against Ravenclaw

-and the entire team walks into the Gryffindor common room to cheers

-Luke looks stunning, as always

-he just looks amazing in R.E.D

-you’re with your group of friends and Luke just straight up comes over, “do any of you need a drink?” he asks

-a few of your friends say yes and Luke turns to go get drinks and you realize he won’t be able to carry everything and since you’re THE Hufflepuff, you run after Luke to help carry stuff

-the two of you pour drinks and you’re just like “you were amazing today.”

-he grins, always loving an ego booster, “thanks, so, you’re Y/N right?”

-”yeah, gosh, sorry, i should have introduced myself.” you get kinda flustered and Luke puts down the cups and turns to look at you being adorable and you’re super flustered

-he puts his fingers under your chin, forcing you to look up at him, “hey, it’s all good. calm down.”

-you want to calm down but his fingers are still under your chin and those blue eyes are gorgeous

-Calum at this point has gone over to your friends and is just like, “i suppose i should become friends with you guys.” as they all watch you and Luke just staring at each other by the drink table

-Luke notices his fingers are still under your chin and pulls away, snapping you both into reality as you grab the drinks and scurry away towards your friends

-meanwhile Luke is just like ‘fuck’ to himself because you’re so cute and even just getting flustered, you were adorable and he can’t just casually sleep with someone as cute as you, i mean, come on. he’s fucked. he knows it. Calum was right. and that was just a two second interaction. yup. he’s so screwed.

-Luke literally has to take a shot then and there

-he brings the drinks over and Calum’s just like “bro are you okay?” but Luke brushes it off

-talking with your friends for a bit but then a few Ravenclaws show up (they lost but they’re still invited cuz bros for life) and Ravenclaw Michael and Ravenclaw Ashton get a hold of the music and suddenly it’s blasting EDM and people are dancing and someone has fixed the lighting so it’s practically a club

-the Ravenclaws come over and grab Cal and Luke to dance and as they’re getting pulled away Luke grabs you and drags you with him

-it’s impulsive and in that moment Luke doesn’t even realize his hand is reaching out until its wrapped around yours

-once the Ravenclaws are satisfied that the five of you are in the middle of the dance floor and surrounded they stop dragging you guys and turn to realize Luke has dragged you too

-Michael laughs and breaks off, finding a Gryffindor he likes

-Cal snickers and grabs Ash, pulling him away to explain

-so you turn to Luke and he’s just like ‘fuck it, i’m a fucking Gryffindor.’

-he can’t dance for shit but that’s okay

-he’s actually so adorable and you find yourself laughing and also moving side to side

-you’re just so cute and he has to resist the urge to just pull you against his chest

-someone bumps against your back because it’s kinda crowded and then you are against Luke’s chest and his hands go to steady you, landing on your waist

-you look up at him and immediately try to hide because you’re flustered, so you hide your face against his chest which just makes it worse but before you can pull away his arms wrap around you

-he is #so soft already

-you wrap your arms around his waist and just accept the hug but at the same time you’re both just like holy fuck what are we even doing we’re not even friends

-you pull away and Luke is about to say something but you look up at him and you’re just like “i should go.” and then you go and Luke’s left looking after you

-Cal and Ashton show up right away and are just like “what the fuck was that?!”

-and Luke doesn’t even know because you have him already and it hasn’t even been a day

-meanwhile your Hufflepuff friends are just like “and look! she’s caught another one!”

-you all leave in a hurry and they’re freaking out and you’re freaking out and they’re like holy shit

-because you’re known for collecting hearts

-and Luke’s known for breaking them

-but above all, you’re both known for no one having ever been good enough for either of you

-”its a match made in heaven! we should have thought about this before!” one of your friends exclaims

-”i just met the guy.” you roll your eyes but your heart is soaring

-Luke can’t focus for shit the rest of the night and it’s obvious

-he can barely sleep

-and he’s a fucking Gryffindor so the next morning when he’s walking to breakfast he sees you and races to catch up to you, “hey.” he grins

-”hi.” you smile, continuing to walk, “how was your sleep?”

-”uh not great, hey, so i was thinking, we should go out sometime.”

-(yeah Gryffindor Luke doesn’t ask. he states)

-”okay.” you say, not wanting to meet his eyes because you’re getting flustered

-he notices because he’s staring at you while you walk. he even almost walks into a pillar which makes you giggle and he grins because you’re adorable

-”so… Butterbeer?” he suggests

-”sure.”

-”after dinner?”

-”okay.”

-you kinda like having a strong, powerful Gryffindor making all the plans

-when you get to the Great Hall you’re about to go to your table when he’s like, “where do you think you’re going?” grabbing your hand, “thought you’d come sit with me.”

-tall boi don’t have to ask you twice

-when you get to the Gryffindor table, Cal, Michael and Ashton are there already and they’re all just laughing because Luke is whipped as fuck

-so the two of you sit down and Ashton and Michael introduce themselves

-”so you’re the Hufflepuff everyone calls ‘the heart collector.’” Ashton grins

-”please tell me thats not true.” you laugh because what the fuck it sounds so ominous

-”you have quite the reputation, just like this asshole.” Michael grins at Luke

-so basically everyone knows about you and Luke having reputations and everyone agrees that you two would be super fucking cute

-”so when’s the wedding.” Cal teases and Luke shoves him

-Your Gryffindor babe walks you to class and everything but like… you only met the day before so does he hug you? like… what do you even do?

-he says to himself while he’s walking you to class that he’s just going to go for it and hug you

-as soon as you get there you turn and hug him and he’s just like oh my god, because you’re such a soft cuddly Puff and he adores it already

-”see you after dinner.” you smile, pulling away and practically skipping into class and Luke just watches you go with a smile.

-you’re both jittery the whole day

-he stares at you at lunch and dinner but he respects you staying at the Hufflepuff table after all, you haven’t even had a date yet

-he keeps reminding himself to calm the fuck down

-but he’s never liked someone so immediately before

-so dinner ends and both your tables watch you and Luke go meet at the front of the great hall, as soon as you two are gone your tables all begin gossiping together

-Luke just grabs your hand

-and you do the most Hufflepuff thing ever: you immediately lean against him and use your other hand to grab his arm so you’re practically on his arm

-you start talking about stuff

-like why neither of you have dated even though you’ve had a lot of options

-like, let’s be real here, you’re checking to see what the fuck because Luke is a known playboy

-”just waiting for the right girl.” he shrugs, “how about you? little miss ‘everyone is in love with me’?”

-”they’re not!” “are too.” he laughs. you sigh, “waiting for the right guy.” “ouch, well, let me know when you find him.”

-you both laugh and you hold onto him tighter

-he adores having you holding onto him

-you just talk and get to know each other, its actually a super cute date. he’s a bit of a cocky fuck but its actually really hot fam

-you both really like each other and its obvious

-he decides he’s going to kiss you when he takes you back to your common room

-and the entire time he’s walking you back through the castle, you hold onto his arm and people in the halls are all like oh my god they’re so fucking cute

-when you get to your common room you immediately hug him and he thinks about how much he adores having you in his arms, like you’re so soft and such a fucking Hufflepuff and he adores it

-you pull away but his hands go to your waist as he pulls you back

-boy is tall so he has to bend down to kiss you, and you go on your tip toes to make it easier, arms wrapping around those broad shoulders

-and Luke is #that boy, he’s an impatient Gryffindor and he’s so fucking tall he can’t take it, he bends down and just lifts you up which makes you scream and wrap your legs around his waist because wtf and he just laughs because he’s an asshole

-and you’re giggling and all cute and he kisses you again

-a bunch of students come around the corner and they all whistle

-”Luke put me down!” you scream, pushing at his chest because boy don’t care, he just wanna kiss you

-he groans but sets you down

-his fingers go under your chin again and make you look up at him as he gives you one last cute kiss, “see you tomorrow puff.”

-you scurry into your common room and your entire house is practically there waiting to hear about the date

-everyone is so excited because you look so happy and your happiness is contagious

-the next day you try to be chill but as soon as he sees you smiling at him from Hufflepuff table he just comes over because “god, you’re cute in the morning.”

-”i’m always cute.” you smile

-he can’t help but cup your cheek and kiss you

-everyone is so shook

-like actually, every table (but Slytherin) bursts out in cheers

-and you get all blushy so he wraps his arms around you and cradles you against his chest

-after that you two begin spending a lot of time together

-the first game you go to after you start dating, he of course gives you his scarf and everyone is like “oof, it’s official.”

-but you’re still like… he hasn’t asked or talked about it…

-but when Gryffindor wins and Luke kisses you on the field it feel like you’re his girlfriend

-”i’ve got to go change, but you’re coming to the party.” “uh…” “come on, you’re my girlfriend, you have to be there.” he insists

-you immediately get all flustered and he laughs, pulling you in for another kiss, “girlfriend. that’s you.” he grins against your lips

-yeah, he’s so confident, it’s not even a question

-Gryffindor Luke don’t ask questions

-he gives you one last kiss then runs off with his team to the change room while your friends all come and are like “yup, he made it official.”

-and everyone knows this is legit and you’re the real deal because you two haven’t even fucked yet and he’s making it official

-you get to the party and Ravenclaw Ash and Mike are there already and they amuse you while you all wait for the team to show up

-as soon as the team shows up Luke’s arm goes around your shoulders and you tuck into his side, wrapping your arms around his body

-you chill with his friends for a bit but then Ashton is just like, “time to bop.” and he goes and fixes the music so it’s more of a party

-you turn to say something to Luke but it’s so loud so he grabs your hand and pulls you, soon your up in his room and it’s quieter there, the music just a muffle

-you look around his room and as soon as your eyes land on the bed you get flustered and Luke grins, he sits on his bed and grabs your hands so you’re standing in between his legs, looking down at him

-”you good babe?” he asks

-”this is your room.”

-”yeah.”

-you look down and he does the thing where he makes you look at him by having his fingers under your chin, “no pressure.”

-you smile and are just like “maybe a little pressure?”

-don’t gotta tell him twice

-he immediately wraps his hands around your waist and pulls you down on top of him, his back hitting the bed while you land on his chest

-he grins at you and you grab his face, kissing him while you reposition so you’re straddling him

-he is touch starved because as soon as he met you he stopped dicking around, so it’s been a few weeks since he’s fucked and this Gryffindor has a HIGH sex drive

-his hands on your hips make you grind down against him and you both groan

-”look at you Puff, all on top and in charge.” he grins

-you immediately get a little flustered and he laughs, rolling you over so now he’s on top

-lots of kissing and foreplay even though he’s practically popping out of his pants

-clothes start to come off and he is a moaning mess

-for the first time ever, he asks a question: “you okay with this?”

-oof. big mood

-you nod, “yeah. are you?”

-he laughs

-he pushes into you and you both just groan, your fingers tangling in his hair

-lots of moans

-its slow at first but he is riled up so as soon as you’re like “you can go faster” home boi does

-lots of gripping each other, passionate kisses, looking at each other in the eyes, praise

-ugh. this is so soft

-cuddling afterwards and he’s just like “you know, people warned me i’d fall for you.” and you just laugh, “you think that’s funny?!” he asks as he begins to tickle you

-so wholesome

-cuddles

-”wanna go again?”

-”yes.”

-”you know, you’re not as innocent as people say. up here, getting dicked down while there’s a party in the common room.”

-yeah he would for sure rub that in your face

-and you’re so adorable

-he finds himself calling you cute all the time

-after that the two of you are inseparable

-you two are everyone’s OTP

-one day he makes you giggle, which isnt unusual, but he he just melts as he looks at you, “fuck, i love you so much.”

-yeah. this boy isnt scared of anything

-and you just melt because holy shit

-”i love you too.”

-making out i the middle of class

-people cheering

-such a soft relationship

-you have your protective lion

-and he has his little puff

-so much smiling

-he loves staring into your eyes

-wearing his scarf all the time

-interlocked fingers under tables

-its his mission to make you laugh as much as he can

-and making you blush it a favourite passtime too

-hugs all the time

-you both usually only sleep together in his room or yours

-so the day you say you should have a quickie in a closet or something he is shook

-any dirty little kinky things you suggest shake him to the core and have you’re usually confident lion tripping over his feet and stuttering

-he only does what you’re comfortable with

-he loves kissing your neck

-and any scruff he lets happen immediately gets rubbed against you

-i love him

-just very soft. a very soft baby.

#luke hemmings #luke hemmings smut #luke hemmings x reader #5sos #5 seconds of summer #5sos luke #luke 5sos #hogwarts!au #hogwarts!5sos #hogwarts!luke hemmings #hogwarts luke hemmings #gryffindor luke hemmings #gryffindor!luke hemmings #hufflepuff!reader #hufflepuff reader #au #hc #softforcal #luke 5sos smut

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breathinginthevapor · 5 years

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“Maybe we should just marry each other”

Summary: Your friends are getting married, and you're still stuck being in love with the one guy you'll never get a chance with: your best friend Calum Hood.

A/N: This is fluff so pure it could've been written by a kitten and I am usually SO bad at writing fluff. It might have something to do with it being like one year old because I thought my PC deleted it but I found it alongside many other pieces, (including the beginning of In Another Life) and I actually really like it. Please leave feedback, it would mean a great deal to me! (and can we just talk about how I wrote about Mike and Crys getting engaged a fucking year before it happened?)

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I don’t own the picture, it’s from Calum’s instagram.

He’s sitting in the sunlight, a baby blue button-up complimenting his tan skin and his brown eyes almost golden, reflecting the rays of the sun. His face lights up in big grin and your heart swells at the sight. How can he be so beautiful?

“You’re drooling, sweetie.” You turn around at the sound of Crystals voice, her worried eyes meeting yours. You can feel your cheeks heating up and curse yourself for being so obvious.

“I am not!” you object when you’ve gotten yourself together. She shoots you a small apologetic smile.

“You are. And I don’t blame you Y/N, I just don’t want to see you getting hurt.” She pulls you into a tight hug, calming you down and you telepathically thank Michael for bringing her into your life. She always looks out for you and knows what you need, and you are internally grateful for the way she has your back.

“I know. Thank you for being here for me, Crys, but I can take care of myself. I promise.” Crystal nods and smiles again before pushing you in the direction of your best friends.

“Of course you can sweetie. Go enjoy yourself now, you’re only young once, you know!” you laugh at her last words and wink at her before making your way to the boys. They’re all dressed a little more formal than usual but still with the little twist that lets their personalities shine through. It’s a wonder how the boys you grew up with and watched go through awkward emo phases developed such a great fashion sense.

“Hey Y/N,” Ashton says and shoots you a big smile. The four boys are sitting in the grass with beers in their hands and comfortable facial expressions. It’s not often they have time for things like these so when they finally do, they make sure to enjoy it to the fullest.

“Hi guys,” you great them before sitting down beside Calum in the grass. He looks at you smiling, and your pulse slows down. No matter what, Calum’s presence always makes you calm.

“How is Crys handling the grill?” Michael asks worriedly, clearly not trusting his fiancée 100% with the cooking. You laugh, assuring him she’s doing fine. “I think I’m gonna go check up on her either way,” he says, standing up. “And Y/N, don’t think I’ve forgotten about the Just Dance duel you’ve promised me. I’m gonna win that shit.” All of you laugh and Michael smiles wryly.

“Not a chance, Clifford.” He shows you the middle finger and winks at you before going to greet his fiancé. He embraces her and kisses her hair, and your purple-haired friend smiles so bright you’re sure she outshines the sun. The love they share is both hypnotizingly and painfully beautiful because while you’re so insanely happy for them, you’re also so jealous it hurts. They have exactly what you long for with your entire being while the odds for you getting it anytime soon seems so small it’s pathetic.

“Isn’t it crazy? Our friends are getting fucking married. We are getting that old, guys,” Luke says, and the thought finally hits you. You’ve known these guys for the bigger part of your life and without really noticing it, you’ve gotten so old that people your age are starting their own families. And here you are, on the contrary: single, living alone in your apartment with a cat that only really likes you when you feed him, your best friends gone for most of the year and in love with a guy that’ll never reciprocate your feelings. What have you done with your life?

You sink down a lump in your throat, praying that your eyes won’t get watery. It would be so typical you to start crying over something as stupid as this.

“Wow, that’s just depressing. Thanks, Luke,” Ashton answers. “And I’m even older than the rest of you! I swear to fucking God, I found a grey hair this morning.” You all laugh at the exaggeration of the brown-haired boy and shake your heads in disbelief.

“Is that a wrinkle right there?” Luke jokingly asks, causing Calum and you to laugh again.

“Oh fuck off, Hemmings. Wanna play some ball, anyone? I’ll fall asleep if I keep sitting here talking to you idiots.” You stick your tongue out at him, and he rolls his eyes.

“Real mature, Y/N,” Luke laughs as he stands up, joining Ashton’s proposition.

“I’ll pass,” Calum says, and you nod, agreeing. The two others go off and starts kicking the ball around, careless expressions and big smiles on their faces. Perhaps that’s just how it is when you have a job like they have. Perhaps it’s hard to fully grow up when you don’t face the same challenges as others your age. But no matter what, you hope this immaturity will be in them forever. They wouldn’t be the real them without it, to be honest.

You yawn, suddenly feeling a bit tired. It’s been a long, good day with your closest friends, but the stress from work has also been taking its toll on you lately, and it’s showing now. Calum looks at you and then scoots closer to you.

“You can lay your head in my lap if you want. You might be more comfortable that way.” You smile gratefully at him before laying down in the grass with your head in his lap and his hands massaging you scalp with a gentle touch.

“You’re not saying much today, Cal,” you point out after laying in comfortable silence for a couple of minutes. There’s nothing criticizing in your voice, there never is between you and Calum, it’s only an observation and you don’t punk him for answers but simply give him the chance to explain if he wants to.

“Nah, I just- I’ve been thinking, ya know?” you look up at him, his eyes locking with yours. They completely capture you they like they’ve done so many times before, the brown orbs leaving you in awe.

“About what?”

“I dunno, I just … All this is making me afraid that I’ll end up alone while all of you are starting your own families and I’ll just be left to myself,” he says, looking away. You can sense how serious he is by the way his jaw is clenching, and all you want to do is make him feel better. You know that he’s sometimes been frustrated by the fact that all the other boys have girlfriends they can share their life with while he hasn’t, but then again he hasn’t really done anything about it even though many girls would die to be dating your rock star best friend.

“Calum, honey, you will never be left to yourself. All of us here today will always there for you, you know that,” you assure him, gently grabbing his head and turning it towards you. “Besides, I can’t imagine I’ll find someone that’ll want to share their life with me anytime soon, or perhaps ever, either. We can be lonely together.”

He shakes his head, not agreeing with you.

“Of course you will. You are clever and beautiful and sweet and funny and you make the best apple pie ever. Any man would be a fool not to fall in love with you,” he argues, looking you in the eye to show you how much he means what he says.

“You seem to be the only one who thinks so, Cal. I haven’t had a boyfriend or even gone on a third date for years,” you sigh, not telling him the real reason behind the lack of romance in your life. How could you go out with some random guy or girl when your heart is set on someone else?

“Maybe we should just marry each other then? Buy a nice house in the suburban and get a dog and perhaps a baby one day.” You can’t decide whether he’s joking or not. His voice is trembling, although serious but there’s a smile on his lips that you don’t quite know how to interpret. But when he laughs, your heart breaks. Because everything he just described is what you so desperately want for your future and it’s all just a joke to him.

“I- I- I think I’m gonna go help Crys and Mike,” you whisper, feeling the tears forming in your eyes and standing up as fast as possible to prevent him from seeing how affected you are. But contrary to what you had hoped for, he stands up beside you.

“What’s wrong, Y/N? Did I overstep? I’m sorry, please don’t be mad at me,” he begs, sounding more desperate than ever. You turn your face away, trying to hide your tears but he notices, of course he does. You’ve been best friends for almost two decades, after all. He grabs your arm, gently turning you around so you face him.

“I can’t do this, Calum, please let go of me.”

He shakes his head. “Tell me what’s wrong and I’ll let you go.” You look him straight in the eye, one small part of you hating him for making you say what you’re gonna have to say. But the rest of you, the bigger part, just loves him with all of your heart.

“I’m in love with you, you idiot, that’s what’s wrong,” you sigh, voice so low you pray he doesn’t hear you. But you can see it in his face that he does. “And everything you just joked with, it’s my dream, Calum. And the idea is just all fun and games to you.” His grab on you loosens, clearly so shocked by your confession that he forgets to hold on to you. But you don’t run away. After all these years, you deserve a proper rejection. Maybe then you can move on.

"How- how long?" he asks, when he has gotten back the ability to speak.

"Since forever, I guess." You shrug, defying the urge to look away.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” His voice is barely a whisper, but the tension is thick as a brick and you’re sure that the others are watching you right now. They’ve all been waiting for this moment, and you know they’re all anxious to see the outcome.

“Why should I? I’ve never had a chance, I know that. So tell me, Calum, why should I have told you? Because it sure as hell wouldn’t have made any difference!” You’ve raised your voice now, the sharp tone in your voice unfamiliar to both yourself and the Maori boy across you.

“A difference? It would have changed everything, dammit!” he shouts, his face growing almost red with anger. “I’ve loved you my whole life and now you come and say you’ve felt the same for me? What the fuck, Y/N!”

You are in shock. Completely. This can’t be true. You’ve spent so many years telling yourself it was hopeless while he has felt the same for you.

“You- you’re lying,” you whisper, suddenly not having the energy to raise your voice anymore. He shakes his head, taking deep breaths as to calm himself down.

“I’m not.” He walks closer to you, slowly like he’s afraid you’ll run away. But his eyes are back to normal and the anger is completely gone from the brown orbs. And how could you ever run away from him? He´s magnetic to you, always pulling you back if you stray too far away.

“You promise? That you’re in love with me?”

“I promise.”

He puts his hand on your cheek, the rough skin from playing stringed instruments all his life caressing you. And you expect to see a different face, any sign that something’s changed but you find nothing. And then you realise it’s because he’s always been this way. Because, if he’s being honest with you (which you’re pretty sure he is, Calum has never been able to fool you with any lie) then he has always loved you. Nothing’s changed, you just haven’t realized before now that the way he carried you home when your feet hurt too much was more than just a friendly gesture, that the way his gaze lingered a little longer on you than everybody else was because he cared more for you than he dared to admit and that his “I-love-you”s wasn’t the kind you told your best friend. It was more.

And when he kisses you, first hesitant but then, when you kiss him back with greater force, more insistently. And although it’s not fireworks, it’s some sort of release which feels much better. It’s years of emotions unwinding and freeing themselves from their cage. And when you pull away from each other, only to put your forehead against his where you can still feel his breath against your lips, you are both shaking.

“I wish we’d been a little smarter so we could have done this every single day of our lives,” he says. You smile, silently agreeing with him and then you place your lips on his for the second time.

“Finally!” Michael yells, and the others cheer.

“Took you long enough, huh?” Ashton says, but neither you nor Calum listens to them. Perhaps everyone knew besides yourselves, but this is your moment, and you won’t let them interfere.

“I'm pretty sure love you, Calum Hood.” He smiles, pulling you in a little tighter.

“And I'm absolutely certain that I love you, Y/N. More than anything.” And when you’ve kissed one more time, you finally let go of each other and turn to your friends who are all looking at you with happy faces. Perhaps you and Calum will have your own wedding one day, but for now you just focus and Michael and Crystal’s. You’ve got all the time in the world, after all.

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #calum hood #5sos writing #michael clifford #ashton irwin #5sos one shot #5sos blurb #5sos imagine #5sos fluff #calum hood fluff #calum hood blurb #calum hood writing #calum hood preference #calum hood one shot #calum hood imagine #crystal leigh

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repercussions of the ramifications pt dix || luke hemmings

“Hey babe.” Luke’s voice came down the line. “Ran a little late at the gym, I’m picking up food and I’ll be home.”

“Ok, I’m just finishing this last paper, then I’m all yours tonight bub.”

“What?! You’re done with your finals?” He asks.

“Yessir… that’s what that will mean.” You laugh.

“Can we go out tonight? Get the guys together?” He asks, you can hear the excitement ringing through his voice. “Ya know what. I’m gonna get the guys in on it, you finish your paper, I’ll bring food. We’re doing this babe.”

You laugh, “ok Luke but I gotta finish this first.”

“God I love your laugh, but yes. I’ll see you at home love… byeeeeee.”

You hang up the phone and roll your eyes, but you know you need the night out. It’d been a long six weeks with Luke gone on tour again, and you focusing on finishing your first year of school.

He’d been home for a few days and he’d spent the first two days doing everything to get your attention and you’d been more than generous granting him your audience. Which was fine, he’d serenaded you, begged you to cook him food, and spent nights cuddled up naked together. It was actually really great, and you felt really solid in your relationship for the first time in a while.

You’d completely stopped paying attention to pretty much anything anyone said about you, which made your life that much easier.

Luke walked in, drawing you out of the flashes of the previous few nights. “Hey babe.” He greets, you turn and smile at him and drops the bag of food on the table. His long hair is pulled back and he’s in black shorts and t shirt. “You look so good and smart in your glasses.” He stands behind you and gently rubs your shoulders till you look up to him and he leans over to kiss you. “I love this beautiful brain.” He says, kissing your forehead and resting a hand on top of your head for a moment. He disappears and comes back with plates.

“How was the gym?” You ask, he just nods as he focuses on dishing out the food on two separate plates. “The boys good to go for tonight?” His face lights up.

“Yes… so eat, quickly and finish the paper… we can shower, and… fuck I’m really excited.” He grins. “We haven’t been out in awhile.”

You take a bite of food and refocus on your research for your paper. Luke watches you for a bit, and you aren’t eating and you aren’t paying attention to him. “Hey, can we like have the meal together? Like laptop to the side and be here with me?” He grabs your hand.

You look up at him with a little sigh and your eyes immediately go to his phone that’s right in his line of sight. “I actually can take a break, but that has to go too.”

“Deal, easy. Laptop away, cell phones away.” You put your notebook in the open book in front of you and close it, you quickly save your work and shut your laptop. You stack your books and laptop and then your phone on top and Luke throws his on too. And then he takes them from you and puts them on the counter in the kitchen.

He comes back in and presses his lips to the top of your head before grabbing his plate and moving it next to you instead of across from you. Luke drapes his arm around your shoulder. “We don’t do this enough.”

“Well we should have a little more time for it when I’m on summer break.” You smile.

“But I’m on tour most of the summer, new album and all.” He points out with a little pout.

“Yeah, but I can tag along now, ya know? If you want me too.” You shrug.

“Yes, absolutely. I will set it up.” He grins and leans in to give you a brief kiss. The two of you sit quietly for a the rest of dinner. It was nice to just have quiet moments with him, since they were so rare.

“Do you remember the first time I visited you on tour?” You ask, relaxing into his side after you’ve eaten. Your hand lands on his thigh.

“Fuck, that was a really good time.” He smiles, pulling you closer. “The hotel… seeing you for the first time in a month… that was the first time I felt like you actually liked me.” He presses a kiss to the side of your head. “You flew across an ocean and a continent to see me… I mean i knew you liked me, but it wasn’t until you agreed to that, that I realized you were really into me.”

“Wow, I’ve really fooled you. I’m still only with you because you are Luke Hemmings… in that band, that no one has ever heard of but everyone knows.” You smirk.

“Cute.” He mocks. “I know better than that.”

“If I’m honest, that was the first time I knew I really liked you, and then when you showed up at the hospital… I don’t think I’ve ever felt for someone what I feel for you.” You admit.

“And we’ve grown up a lot, together. Which is really nice, I think. After 2 years together, I feel like we’ve felt growing pains, and we’ve had really good times.” He kisses the side of your head again and you turn your head toward him and grab his hand resting on your shoulder. He looks at you and presses his forehead to yours.

“I love you Luke… really thank you for everything. Having you in my life has been challenging and amazing, and we have a really great life and I’m so so happy.”

Luke holds your face and kisses you. “My girl.” He whispers against your lips. “I love you.” He gives you another kiss. “Now, I’m gonna do these dishes, and you’re gonna finish your paper, and we’re gonna go out. Yeah?”

You grin at him and press a kiss to his lips, “yeah.”

You spend the next two hours working to finish your paper. Luke did the dishes and then was sitting outside with Petunia, when you finished, you walked past the piano and out the door to where he was. You lift your arms above your head to stretch and smile at him.

“All done?” He asks, holding his hand out to you, inviting you to sit in his lap.

“Yes, and submitted. I’m so excited to start summer break!” You collapse in his lap, “except, I have to wait for grades.”

Luke wraps his arms around you, “I know you did great.” Luke reassures you.

“Do I have time for a nap?” You ask, looking up into his eyes.

He looks at his phone, “we can make time…” He skims his nose against your neck, and presses kisses next to your ear.

“I think we’ll have to make a little extra time for this… but I’m in.” You cup his cheek as you lean in to kiss him.

Luke pulls you impossibly close to him. “I like being naked with you.” He whispers, rubbing your bare back. The two of you went from the patio to the bedroom and wasted no time in getting off.

You hum with your face pressed against his chest. “Perfect way to celebrate the end of the school year.” You look up and kiss him.

“I thought you were tired? You definitely didn’t behave tired, you were very active.” Luke grinned.

“Ya know… you get the blood flowing and here we are.” You laugh at him.

“You should try and get a little bit of a nap in. I know you were up early and it’s probably gonna be a late night.” He explains.

“Are you gonna lay with me?”

“Am I ever just jumping out of bed after an orgasm or to cut cuddles short. Fuck nah girl. I’m laying here as long as you want me too.” He lets out a laugh. “Get some rest babe, I’ll wake ya up to take a shower.”

Luke thinks you guys both sleep for about 30 minutes but he’s not sure because he falls asleep too. But he wakes up first and tries his best to get you moving. Eventually dragging you to the shower to get you up. You pull your hair up and hop in the shower with him.

You’re standing in your underwear and putting earrings in when it hits you to ask him what the plan is so you dress appropriately “Luke where are we going? Should I dress for the club or for a dive or in between?”

“Uhhh… in between.” He decides.

You roll your eyes, “I’m gonna be underdressed.”

He laughs, “the only way you’ll be underdressed, is if you wear just this out.” Luke wraps his arms around you and gives you a kiss.

“Who’s coming?” You ask. Pulling away to go to the closet.

“Cal, Ash, and then some of the girls. Mike and Crys didn’t seem that into it, so I doubt they’ll be there.” You watch Luke as he pulls on a pair of black jeans, and he picks out a black T-shirt and you shake your head. “What?” He asks.

“It’s that easy for you! Black jeans, black T-shirt. Now you just have to pick what boots you’re gonna wear.”

“Babe, seriously, wear whatever you want.” He shrugs. “You’re gonna look good in whatever you put on.”

You finally decide on a pair of black jeans and a tank top, and then you put on heeled booties.

“You look great!” Luke says coming into the bathroom while you do your makeup.

You guys finally make it out later than you’d expected but you’d definitely taken your time getting ready, Luke was handsy and wanted all of your attention.

“Calum!” You call, as the two of you approach the VIP section in the club. The bouncer waves you in when Calum nods and Luke mentions you're with him.

You run up to Cal and throw your arms around his neck, he gives you a one armed hug and kisses your cheek. “Hey, I was wonderin when I’d see you.” He grins.

“Well… Luke apparently needs a lot of attention right now.” You laugh.

“No… just yours.” Luke says, smiling at you now that he’s caught up.

“And that’s all the detail I need.” Cal laughs.

“What are you drinking tonight, baby girl?” Luke asks in your ear, arms slipping around your waist.

“My usual please.”

“Coming up.” He kisses your cheek and disappears.

“Oh they finally left the house!” Ash says as he approaches you. He wraps you in a big hug.

“Hey Ash!” You grin.

Luke is his usual self, talking to everyone, and trying to appease anyone who recognizes him.

You stayed back and let him do his thing, laughing and chatting with mostly Calum, but everyone else with you guys. There was one girl that kept touching Luke, and it caught your attention because he got uncomfortable with how close she kept getting to him.

He excuses himself and comes directly over to you and makes everyone aware that he was with someone. He pulls you into a kiss and then grabs your hand, “need you… this girl won’t leave me alone.”

“Ok… let me get a new drink.” You say.

“Oh, your empty, why didn’t you say so?” He starts pulling you toward the bar, “Let’s get you a new one.”

“Luke, I can get my own drink.” You laugh.

“No baby, we are celebrating… new album, first year of school done, a solid 2 years of you and me. I got you.” Luke quickly ordered drinks for both of you and a round of shots for the group.

“Trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me Hemmings?” You raise an eyebrow.

Luke wraps one arm around your back and pulls you into him for a kiss, “like I really need to get you drunk for that.” He says in your ear.

You laugh and put your hand on his chest, “true.”

He calls the group over and the girl that wouldn’t leave him alone joins you all, and you notice it, maybe he’s trying to be subtle or he doesn’t realize it, but his eyes and his hands don’t leave you while she’s around.

Which is a good 45 minutes and 2 shots more. And you were feeling it, and feeling a little clingy for Luke.

“Baby.” He laughs as you help yourself to his lap after he’s sat down. “What has gotten into you?”

“I jus wanna be close to you.” You smile drunkenly at him.

Luke presses his lips against the side of your head, “that’s fine, but you’re cut off.”

Ash strides up, “Well this is a new level for you two…” he says, noting the pda you were both generally light with. “Anyway, having people at my place… this shits almost dead anyway.” He motions to the club.

Luke looks at you, “uhh I’m gonna get her some food and then see where we are, but we might stop by.”

Ash laughs, “see ya in a bit… I know this girl, she’s gonna be ready for more soon.” He walks away laughing.

“Ok pretty girl, let’s close the tab and find some food. Then we can head to Ash’s I guess.” Luke presses his lips to your cheek.

“Can you carry me?” You whine.

“Absolutely… not.” He laughs, holding you up while he stands, waiting for you to support yourself.

“Fine.” You groan. “Calum would do it.” You pout.

“Calum’s not gonna carry you, he’s trying to find someone to get it in with tonight.” Luke laughs, he grabs your hand and drags you to the bar to close the tab.

“Calum doesn’t need’ta find someone, he has someone.” You explain, shaking your head and using that tone that means you know better than what Luke is telling you.

He pauses to sign his receipt and then turns to you. “What do you know?” His eyes narrow at you and you know you’ve said too much, “or why do you know what you know?” He asks, resting his hand on the small of your back and leading you out the back door. “Spill it babycakes.” He demands.

“I mean… s’not like a thing ya know, they’re jus... hooking up and hanging out.” You shrug.

“Who? And why do you know about this and I don’t?” He turns to face you, bemused expression on his face, despite the 20 questions.

“It’s Kate, she told me about it. She said he was good in bed… but I didn’t ask.” You clarify. “And she… she’s seen what I’ve been through with you… with the hate tweets and the dm’s and watching other girls be all over you… she doesn’t want that. She’s seen it happen to me and so they are happy in their friend thing. And she’s happy to not take any of the spotlight. That’s why she doesn’t come out and she refuses to go see him on tour.”

And though Luke is amused that he now knows the secret, he also picks up on what’s not being said. He puts his hands on either side of your face and pulls you in to kiss your forehead. “Sometimes I forget how hard this is on you… I’m sorry.” He looks you in the eyes. You shrug and he briefly laughs, “you’re too drunk right now. Let’s get you food and we’ll go to Ashton’s.”

“What’s at Ash’s?” You ask.

“After party.” He smiles and grabs your hand, “let’s go out front, our Uber is here.”

He gets you in the car, and slides in behind you and you immediately cuddle up to him. He has the Uber driver take you through the first fast food restaurant he sees and then holds onto the food until you get to Ash’s. Luke gets you a cup of water and hands out the food he got for you.

You and Luke are lost in your own world for a while. It’s good to have him back and you don’t really care about anything else going on. All of his attention is on you, and that’s so rare with this job that’s it’s incredibly special. He rarely even waves “hi” to the people he knows.

“Will you come hug me, big mouth?” You ask him, holding your arms out.

“Why is big mouth your go to when you are drunk.” He laughs, moving closer to you.

“I dunno, you have a big mouth.” You explain with a laugh. You wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his chest.

“Hey lovebirds, ya seen Cal?” You hear Kate ask.

“Prolly outside smoking.” You turn your head to see her.

“Aww did Luke get you drunk?” She asks holding her arms out. You pull away from Luke and move to hug Kate.

“Yes… but I don’t think he meant to.” You say, resting your head on her shoulder with both of you looking at Luke.

“She’s more use to me sober. We’re working on that.” He laughs. “Come back to me babe.” He opens his arms up to you and you cross the space and let him engulf you again. “Cal is outside Kate, have fun!” He says to her and you both watch her walk out the back door. “I can’t believe it, they are definitely hooking up, look at the way he’s touching her.” Luke points out staring out the door.

“I told youuuu.” You reply in a sing song voice.

Luke slips his arms from around you and holds your face between his hands, “where are ya babe?” He gently squishes your cheeks.

“Teetering on tipsy and drunk.” You say through your squished face.

“Do you… wanna stay and drink more or... do you wanna go home and go to bed with me.” He asks, moving his hands to your hips.

“This is a tough choice.” You put your hand on your chin to show fake thinking. “Honestly, I jus really wanna be where you are. I’m so in love with you Hemmings.” You grab his shoulders and lean back to a little to look at him.

“I wanna take you home.” He admits.

“Will you carry me? M’tired.”

Luke pulls you close with a little laugh and presses his lips to your forehead. “Course babe.” He lets you go and turns around, bending down far enough for you to get on his back. He walks out the back door first to say bye to Cal. “Hey, get a room you two.” He starts to Cal and Kate. Calum rolls his eyes. “We’re leaving she’s decided she’s done. Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do!” He advises.

“Make good choices! Cal… love you. Kate… love you too.” You say, waving at them.

“How am I the too? I’ve been your friend longer than Cal!” She laughs.

“Eh…” is all you respond, resting your head against Luke’s back. “Take me Home handsome, need you shirtless and cuddly.” You say just to him.

“I’m working on it sweetheart. Just gotta find Ash.” He’s walking through the House with you on his back, some people mention they didn’t know you were there and others just say goodbye. “Ok well Ash is preoccupied sooo… we’re just gonna go.”

“Yay! Home… where my handsome boyfriend lives sometimes.” You yawn.

Luke chuckles, “sometimes.” He gets you outside, “can you stand for me? I kinda wanna hold you.”

“Yes, can we go to bed though?” You ask, slipping off his back and walking to stand in front of him to look at him.

He looks at you and his mouth turns up into a little grin. “You aren’t even drunk anymore.”

“No, but it was a long day and it’s been a long week and you’re home and I love seeing our friends, but you are the only one I want to be with right now.” You grab one of his hands with both of yours and press a kiss to his palm.

Luke’s face softens a bit. “Let’s go home then.” He pulls you into him. “You got enough energy for some lovin?” He whispers.

“Mmm, for you? Always.”

“Picking you up the way I did was ingenious and I think it’s really paid off.” He smirks.

“Yeah… I’m glad I’ve stuck it out, honestly. There’s been days…” you sigh.

“I know baby. Let me know if it’s ever too much for you, yeah? We’ll figure it out.”

“Being able to be with you for at least part of the summer is gonna be great, I need it.”

“I need it too… and speaking of, are you gonna come home to Australia with me then? You can meet the rest of my family?” He asks, hopeful. You’d met his mom and one of his brothers a couple times when they’d been in LA.

“It’s probably about time, isn’t it?” You ask.

“Well, I’ve met yours.” He rests his chin on your head. “And I’d say we’re serious now.” He chuckles. “And our Uber is here.” He pulls away and grabs your hand, walking with you to the car.

You guys got home and ready for bed, which was put on hold for Luke to ‘love’ on you. Which left you in his T-shirt and cuddled up to him. “Babe, I wanna talk about something serious.” He mentions, rubbing his hand up and down your back.

“Can it wait for the mornin, Luke? M’tired.” You yawn, holding him a little tighter.

“Yeah princess. It can. I love you.” He whispers kissing the top of your head.

“Love you Luke.”

#luke hemmings #luke hemmings imagine #5sos #5sos imagine #5 seconds of summer #cass #hemmo #repercussions of the ramifications #pt dix #pt 10 #fluff

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Fic: Build a Life From Scratch 4/?

Subjective Reality vs Objective Reality

You can’t quite settle after the talk you had with that particular Demoness. (Or the dream for that matter, or your conversation with Highblood.) You lie down on your pile and stare up at nothing, listening to Demoness breathe. Bits of the dream you had live behind your eyes; when you close them, you can still see the spiny-armored monster looming over you. (Red eyes above you and a shining sickle cutting you open. Black armored hands reaching deep inside you.) You can’t sleep, and your thoughts are going around in circles. Because we have the same empty place, moron.

Lil Cal possesses a subjective reality. You don’t remember a time when you didn’t have him. There hasn’t been a time when he wasn’t there to keep you company. Lil Cal’s personality is something you created. You know his likes and dislikes. You’ve had long conversations about all kind of shit with him. He is your visible invisible friend, and you have never been alone or lonely, because he has always been there. But his reality is only subjective. The objective reality is that a) Lil Cal is a puppet you’ve had since you were an infant. b) You have been playing an elaborate game of make believe since early childhood.

“Lil Cal sure as hell ain’t my ‘master’,” you whisper at the darkness above your head.

“We had the same master,” the memory of the Demoness’ voice says back.

The Demoness’ “master” was some kind of game breaking demon. She had been used to create the circumstances of the demon’s creation. (This also happened to be the circumstances that created the circumstances that led to your player’s session.) There had been others who had been under the Demon’s direct control. You can’t really imagine your own personal Drop Dead Fred as what, Darth Vader? Sauron? Who the fuck even knows.

The “demon” was in your session, fucking things up, and apparently, having already fucked things up. The demon was in her session, fucking things up and having already fucked things up. (Demoness doesn’t have all of the details. Mostly things about her session, and where your session and hers intersect, things that seem more and more alarming, the more you think about it.) Lil Cal couldn’t be the demon, and couldn’t be your “master,” (the son of a bitch hasn’t been born yet, to quote an old cowpoke) he was a fucking puppet.

There is an empty space in your head. There is no one to mentally poke at. You ask a silent question and you don’t get an answer. The closest thing you got to a response was the weird, reflexive, “Lil Cal is awesome,” that had filled your head at the thought that Lil Cal might not be on the up and up. That he might be what fucked the game up. (That you might be what fucked the game up.)

You think about your kid. You think about getting him ready for the game. The game you knew was coming, the game you were waiting for. The kid needed to learn how to survive on his own. The kid needed to learn how to fight. You had to toughen him up, get him ready for the game so he could win.

(So he could be a hero.)

If the demon was using you to fuck things up, wouldn’t you have fucked your kid up?

You think about your kid. You think about getting him ready for the game. The kid had needed to learn how to survive on his own. The kid needed to learn how to fight. You had to toughen him up, get him ready for the game so he could win.

(So he could be a alpha male hero.)

Sleep sneaks up on you, and the internal argument continues mostly as a flickering series of uneasy dreams. Memories of previous foster homes mix with DJing, and Pam teaching you how to sew. Turns into you laughing as you sketch out the designs for your first smuppet, imagining Pam’s scandalized reaction if she knew what purpose you were turning her lessons to. This turns into you standing on the roof of the apartment watching a green-black wall of clouds approach over the endless waves. Seagulls hover in the blasting wind, their screams filling your ears.

Then you’re arguing, over the sound of a baby crying. The baby’s in the crib, you’re trying to sew. “Failure to thrive is a thing you know,” a voice from beside the crib says.

“I fed him and changed his diaper. He’s a Player, they can’t not survive,” you say.

“Well you certainly proved that,” the other person, who is also you, says sarcastically. “Christ on a crutch.” The sound of crying shifts position.

You turn and see yourself picking the baby up, awkwardly patting his back in an attempt to soothe. “Put him back,” you say. “He has to learn to stop crying on his own.”

“Fuck that,” the other you says. He’s younger, hair in green and blue spikes. (Very retro punk, Pam had not been impressed.) He’s fucking cuddling the baby, and this annoys the fuck out of you. “It’s okay kiddo,” he says. “Big bro’s got you. Please don’t be coming down with something; that would suck ass.”

“He’s not coming down with anything.”

“Except failure to thrive because Big Bro’s a fucking sociopath,” younger you croons to the baby. Little bro is settling down, though he’s still sniffling.

“Oh fuck you. We need to get him ready for the game. Do you want him to die? Lil Cal says we got to get him used to being on his own.”

“He’s not even one yet,” younger you says. “Do you want him to end up like a kid who was raised in a fucking closet, and never even learned how to talk?”

“That can’t happen, he’s a Player.”

“Do you want to find out it can?” Younger you asks. “There’s got to be more than one way to fuck the game up. Why not a Player who can’t use a fucking computer because he never developed the right parts of his goddamn brain?”

“That can’t happen. He’s here, he’s a Player. The absolute minimum of socialization and language development is really, really low. If we left him alone with nothing but a computer, potable water, ramen noodles and a stack of Game Bro magazines, he’d teach himself English and be making friends with the other Players.”

“Yeah, but did it occur to you that maybe the absolute minimum is too low?” younger you asks.

“He needs to be strong. Lil Cal says things get fucked up if he’s too weak for the game. He has to be an alpha male; we need to make him a hero.”

When you wake up, Highblood’s not around. Demoness is making breakfast, the paste thing with slivers of smoked fish in it. “Evening,” she says, and sits down to eat.

“What’s on the agenda for today?” you ask, making yourself a bowl.

“Not much,” Demoness says. “Garden’s cleared and planted, store room’s clean, maybe just go flying.”

You both eat mostly in silence after that. You want to ask her what she knows about you. Why she took you in. The words don’t want to put themselves into order though, so you keep your mouth shut. After the both of you eat, she washes dishes and you head outside.

It’s just after sunset, and the moon hasn’t risen yet. The spring evening is full of the sounds of insects and amphibians. It’s pretty cold, and it feels like it’s going to get a little colder. You listen to wind in the leaves, and watch the stars get brighter. You can pick out the North Star, and your eyes try and fail to pick out constellations that aren’t actually there because this isn’t Earth.

Demoness comes back from dumping the dishwater, steps up beside you. “Pretty night,” she says.

You nod.

“Want to come with?” she asks you.

“You’re the one with telekinesis, hon,” you say immediately. “Not all of us are so gifted.”

“Afraid I might drop you, if I carried you?” she asks with a thin little smile that shows her fangs.

“Nah,” you say. “Go ahead, babe, sweep me off my feet.”

You half expect to end up in a bridal carry, but she never touches you. Instead, you both drift upward, surrounded by faint flickers of dark red. You get the pit of the stomach “elevator feeling” as you ascend above the trees and into the sky.

Demoness gives you a challenging look. “We can go faster,” she suggests.

The look sends all kinds of chills through you. You swallow. No way in hell you’re going to back down from that look. “Sure.”

“Faster,” is maybe fifty, sixty miles an hour. You are flying through the sky in a way that makes you want to hold your arms out like a goddamn airplane. She dives a couple times, spins you both around. She’s laughing, and your face in hurting because you’re smiling so hard, your heart pounding in your ears. This is one hell of a roller coaster ride, and you tell Demoness as much. Then you have to explain what a “roller coaster” is.

You’re up there for a few hours, watching the moon rise and the stars shine, then she lets you both down. You stumble a little when you get back into contact with the ground. It feels like you’re still moving, even though you’re just standing. Demoness laughs at you. “Fun?” she asks you.

You nod. “Yeah.”

“You have a big smile,” she says.

“My stoic rep’s fucked all to hell,” you say, and try to get it under control. You feel a weird little twitch of apprehension that she might say that you have a nice smile, or worse, you should smile more often, but she doesn’t.

“I will tell no one,” Demoness says. “Not even stupid highblood.”

“Thanks for that,” you say. “Where is he, anyway?”

“Wanted to do devotions,” she says, and grins wickedly. “Didn’t want to do it around my scoffing heathen ass.”

“I think I might find it hard to take too, so I’m chill with that.”

The night’s quiet. You help her make dinner, and you both eat. Your head is full of questions you don’t know how to ask. “I’m kind of curious about some things,” you tell her midway through the meal. It was the best you could come up with, after dozens of rephrases.

“What about?” she asks.

“I have no idea where to begin,” you say. “You seem to know a lot of what’s going on, and I’m kind of curious about what you’re up to.”

“I know some,” she says. “Don’t have to be up to anything.”

You aren’t sure you believe that. “Another Demoness said some things to me last night,” you say. “She said I was under the influence of her ‘master,’ basically.”

“That bother you?” Demoness asks.

“If I thought it was possible, yeah, it would.”

“How do you know it’s not?” Demoness asks.

“Well, for one, Lil Cal’s a puppet,” you say. “Everything about him is something I made up.”

“How do you know I’m talking about the puppet?” Demoness asks.

“Lil Cal’s awesome,” you say automatically. “Fuck,” you say a few seconds later. The other Demoness never out and out said a word about Lil Cal. Just that you had an empty space in your head. Just that you were being influenced by her master. She never said anything about Lil Cal being her master. “What the fuck.”

She smiles at you, all teeth. “Some part of you knows. I want to talk to that other part.” She reaches out and pats your cheek. “Maybe he’s not as dumb.”

You push her hand away. “Knows what?”

“It’s a calling card? A juju. He can see people through it, maybe influence them. The puppet shows up in both troll and human sessions.”

“And he influenced me, at least according to you.”

“And you,” Demoness says with a grin. “A much less stupid part.”

“I have no idea of what to think about that,” you say. You feel sick, and also tired. In the back of your head, you can hear, Lil Cal’s awesome. Lil Cal’s awesome. Lil Cal’s awesome. “I don’t--he’s a puppet.” You had been playing the longest game of make-believe, but who was getting played?

She pats your cheek again, and again, you push her hand away. She laughs at you. “I almost feel pale, from the look on your face.” She laughs again when you immediately take a breath and still your expression.

“Wouldn’t you be two timing then?” you ask.

“I said almost,” she says. “You’re cute, and maybe I’d pacify you if you were being a fucking moron, but Highblood can pacify me, and is even more of a fucking mess. The fucking clown is marinated in stupid fucking bullshit, and I’m gonna pull him out and scrub him clean.”

“That sure sounds romantic,” you say. “Where I come from wanting to go and change someone is a pretty good sign you never loved them for who they are.” This line is mostly said for purely ironic reasons.

Demoness takes it straight though. “You pity someone pale, you want to make them not angry, not hurting themselves, however they’re doing that. You want to help them not fuck up however they’re fucking up, or how life is fucking them up. And they do the same for you, or they should. So yeah, that’s fucking changing them, but they’re changing you too, so I don’t see how that’s bad, if you don’t manage to fuck that up somehow.”

A response that detailed needs an answer that is not “eh, I’m fucking with you.” Mostly because you suspect if you said that, Demoness would punch you in the face. “Okay, the acknowledgement that abuse happens makes me think your approach to romance takes real world bullshit into account. Still don’t see how cuddling and talking about your problems is romantic though.”

“Maybe humans don’t have pity, or maybe you’re too hard to feel anything as soft as pity,” Demoness says, looking amused.

You are uncomfortably reminded of Highblood’s comments earlier. You divert the conversation to other things, and she lets you. She talks about the kiln she wants to build. There isn’t a lot you can help her with. The few times you’ve worked with clay, it was Sculpey. You both eventually go to bed.

Highblood doesn’t turn up the next evening. He doesn’t turn up later in the evening. Demoness gets increasingly worried, and some of the worry rubs off. “Do his ‘devotions’ take this long, usually?” you ask her.

Demoness frowns. “Some of them do,” she says. “Weeks, sometimes.” She sounds skeptical that he’d be gone so long though. “If he doesn’t show up tomorrow, I’ll go look for him,” she says.

About an hour later, another Demoness rushes into the house. She’s out of breath, and her eyes are tinging orange, which you’re sure is a bad sign. “It’s Disciple,” she says, which startles “your” Demoness, who goes for her wands. The other Demoness rattles off what sounds like a serious of coordinates. She also shoves a bundle into your arms. “Here, take this.”

“It’s dangerous to go alone,” you mutter immediately, and unwrap what turns out to be a flat squared off club edged with sharp flint points. This thing is not brand sparkling new. It’s been used, and you kind of have an idea of how. It’s a sword, kind of, as much as a club.

“Go!” The other Demoness says, and somehow both you and Demoness are rushing out the door.

You start out running, but then you’re both flying, jinking tightly between the trees. “Who the hell is Disciple?” you ask.

“Someone who has reason to avenge herself,” Demoness says. “On Highblood. Maybe me. Can’t let either of them get killed.”

You hear the fighting, before you see it. There’s lots of shouting and crashing around. Your ears buzz, not quite understanding all of what they’re yelling at each other. Highblood’s mocking her, a tall troll with blunted triangle horns dressed in some huge cat skin and not much else. This is all being what your… means to you…? Not as tall as Highblood is, maybe a little taller than Demoness.

She’s screaming something back, calling him a butcher and a murderer. They are both pretty clawed up. Catskin’s blood is a weird dark green. Catskin lunges for Highblood’s throat, climbing him like a tree. Highblood bellows, and tries to peel her off. It doesn’t go so well, they both go crashing to the ground.

Demoness hauls them apart and knocks them away from each other. “You, Disciple,” she snaps, and rushes over to her boyfriend.

You flashstep over to Catskin, who has already rolled to her feet. She’s brought up short by your appearance. “Stand aside,” she growls at you. Her eyes are bright red and dark green.

“Yeah, no,” you say. Interestingly enough, instead of knocking you flat, she tries to go around you. You are much faster than her, and whack her with the flat side of the club-sword thing. She punches at you, which you block, again with the flat side.

Behind you, you can hear some crashing around, and Highblood demanding Demoness let him at the dirtblood heretic bitch. You don’t hear what she says in reply, but the direction of Highblood’s ranting ascends into the air.

Catskin screeches bloody murder, and manages to knock you off your feet, lunging at the retreating Demoness. The club-sword goes flying. Then of course, she whirls on you. “Why?” she screams. “Why protect him? Why serve that monster?”

You scramble to your feet and manage to re-arm yourself. “What the fuck are you on?” you ask. “I don’t serve anyone.”

“Why did you help him get away?” She asks, stalking toward you. She’s threatening, but you also get the feeling she doesn’t want to hurt you. (But she might if she thinks she has to.)

“I don’t think he got away, so much as got dragged off the playground screaming,” you say. “Leaving me with the crazy catgirl, thanks Demoness.”

Catskin’s eyes have cooled down from red to orange. She is still looking mightily pissed. “Demoness.”

“Uh yeah, I think you’d call her the Handmaid of Death?” you ask. “They’re moirails.”

She says something, and your ears buzz, not picking up what she said. A flat out denial is what you got from it, and something else. Something about monsters and another denial.

“Yeah I’ve spent a few weeks watching them cuddle each other and talk each other down from nightmares, so fuck if I know what else to call it,” you say.

“They are responsible for the deaths of millions,” Catskin says. “Yet you defended them.”

“I didn’t exactly know about that, when they took me in,” you say. “Uh, I knew Highblood was a nasty horrifying creep within a minute of meeting him though.”

“But you know now,” Catskin says.

“Sort of. They have nightmares and shit, and Highblood’s some kind of creepy ass racist who grew up in a creepy ass cult. Demoness seems to be trying to fix that, so,” you shrug.

“You forgive them?” Catskin asks, and her tone is a little weird.

“I don’t know what all they’ve done that needs forgiving,” you say. “I’m pretty sure that’s probably above my paygrade. They aren’t currently doing fucking horrible things and they seem pretty fucked up about said fucking horrible things and don’t have plans to do future horrible things from what I’ve seen. That’s going to have to be enough, since they’re letting me stay at their place.”

“You feel indebted to them?”

You shrug. “Demoness, maybe. She seems pretty invested in keeping everyone alive, and I can appreciate that.”

“If she keeps you alive, it’s only to kill you later,” Catskin growls.

“I think that’s pretty much over,” you say. “She was being forced to do shit like that. If she’s the Handmaiden of Death, who do you think she’s serving, right?”

“I hate him,” she says. “I hate that I hate him.” There’s a kind of buzz on the word “hate” like it means more than what you’re understanding. “I died old, and awoke young. I’ve been wandering for eights of seasons, I was happy, if lonely. Then I saw him, and all I could hear was my friends and family screaming.”

You have no idea of what to do or say. You don’t handle other people’s feelings well. You don’t handle your own feelings well, come down to it. “Can you at least fake being sad, you little shit?” That was the problem, you couldn’t fake being sad. Or you weren’t sad at the right things. “Demoness is probably not going to let you kill him,” you say. “But I’m also pretty sure she doesn’t want you to end up dead either.”

Catskin snorts at this, and looks skeptical. Her sclera have faded back to yellow, there’s just a few threads of the orange left. “I’ll let you go in peace,” she says. “You’ve given me things to think on.” She turns her back, and walks away from you.

You feel an odd sort of tension drain out of you when she leaves. You end up sitting down on a log for a while before heading back to the house.

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Friends Or More? (Miniminter)

Requested?: Yes

Warnings?: Smut

Pairing: Simon and Reader

This was a collab I did with @minisideminter. It was absolutely lovely to collab with you. Love to do it again.

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Simon’s POV

“Welcome guys to a new video and I’m here with Simon” Cal(Freezy) I stood smiling at the camera waving “Hi guys” “Okay and today we are doing the challenge of looking through our phones” “Really is that what it’s really called” I questioned He rubbed the side of his head “Well yeah probably not but I can’t remember the name” “Tour not very prepared for this then are you?” I laughed loudly “Shh not the point” he mumbled under his breath “Anyway let’s get on with the video” “So basically we have 10 minutes to go through each other’s phones and we have to answer any questions the other ask” Carrying with the explanation my mind started to drifted: Why on earth I had agreed to this I couldn’t exactly remember, I don’t even like him that much but hey I’m here now may as well do it, who knows what I’ll find out anyways! “Anyway, so Simon you ready?” “Yes who’s going first?”

He hummed to himself before continuing “how about we do rock paper scissors but we go on shoot” “Sure like always” “Okay; rock, paper, scissors shoot” My hand became paper as his became scissors “Okay nah I’m looking through yours first” “Haha okay fine” my voice cracked as it came out nervous “Why did that just happen you worried Simon?” “I don’t know, I actually don’t” I tried to protect myself as I unlocked my phone giving it to him “I mean it’s not like your talking to anyone anyways” “Okay nah fam chill, stop with the lonely jokes already”

*skips 10 minutes*

“Okay so we didn’t find to much just that remind me to never go out with you drinking because I don’t want to walk through a building that isn’t even built yet with the fact that you were only like a block away from home!” I just sat there laughing remember what happened the time tobi found us. “Okay so that’s the end of the ….” he continued “Nah nah nah mate it’s your turn, don’t you think your just gonna get away with it like that” I interrupted ready to find out his secrets that were stashed on his phone. “Shit well I tried” he paused before giving me his Time passed and I didn’t find much until I came across a text with one my close friends, Y/N I looked in horror as what I had seen was shocking in ways I wished I never had read it.

Cal looked at me waiting for me to say something as he didn’t know what I had stumbled across “What the fuck is this” he grabbed the phone off me and had a look for himself “Oh shit, erm look I’ll explain but not on camera” “No now, I want to know why you have been sexting with y/n and the picture and… Just what?! But place bleep her name out when you edit this I don’t want people to know who she is ” My voice came out angrily as I gritted my teeth together “Okay yeah sure” he looked terrified “okay guys we are going to end things there bye” We shut off all the camera’s and I stood there tapping my foot. “so….” “Long story short we had a little fling… Well not a fling a ‘friends with benefit’ month Where we just fucked when and wherever needed” using air quotations he shrugged “And the photo” “I dunno ask her that” I thought for a moment not knowing why I was angry, after I calmed myself down I asked “ how… how was it?” coming out as a whisper. “What? so your asking for the details now after you almost ripped my head off?” I laughed out loud “sure” however I was still nervous so I shuffled about on the spot He grabbed my arm and took me to sit down immediately, like how girls do. “Mate she’s peng as fuck and oh god can she move and do some amazing stuff like….” “Okay nope that’s where I’m cutting you off. I don’t need to know every detail” “Okay but no she…wow boy just thinking about her is makes me hard” “This is wierd to say but yeah I know what you mean like she is peng and you have no idea how long I have wanted her or someone like that” I gave in, letting my feelings I had for her go. “Bro then go for it, you need to experience her first hand go get some” “Nah we can’t keep talking about y/n like this she is more than that” “Fine then make her want you or just go balls deep what’s the worst that could happen?” “Maybe lose the friendship we have?” “Or it could turn into something better” he nudged my side. “Whatever” I stood up and headed towards the door “Where you going?” “None of your damn business” I slammed the door hard walking out. “Have fun don’t be too rough with her” Callum shouted after me. On the car drive home my mind was elsewhere thinking about Y/N with anger, confusion and disbelief: How did I not know this before? For the length of time we have been friends for? Why didn’t she tell me? I’m actually pretty jealous of him. How dare he touch her In that way if anything it should be me. The car ride took a lot longer than it should have done. From the information I’ve just received, I was nervous for her to come around. How should I act? Normally? Can I? Will it be easy? Only time will tell.

Y/N POV

I have been over at the sidemen house for about two hours now. I originally came over to hang out with Simon, but ever since I got here he has been acting very strange. For example, normally when I arrive here he is the first one to greet me. He always hugs me until I have to practically beg him for air, or until one of the other guys comes and pulls him off of me. Not this time though. The hug he gave me today, was short. Almost like he didn’t want to give me one. This was so out of character for him, so I eventually decided to ask Josh if he knew what was going on. In which he responded by telling me that he was just filming a video with Cal. Supposedly the one where you get to look through each other phones, or something, which can only mean that Si must have seen the past fling the two of us had. Since that conversation I now have a better idea of what is going on, I’m going to use that to my advantage. So the past hour, Simon and I have been just sitting around in his room. Having casual conversation, mainly trying to figure what we wanted to do. The both of us had suggested many things, but no matter what one of us always rejects what the other wants to do. “Okay, I can not take this anymore.” I say now standing up from where I was lying down on his bed “We have to do something.” “Like what Y/N? We have suggested everything there is to do.” “Not swimming, and that’s something that I would love to do.” “How can we go swimming if you don’t have your swimsuit with you?” “Si, did you forget that I keep one here for occasions like this?” I then proceed to head over to his closest and pull of my swimsuit that I always leave here. Holding it up so he can see it. “See? I’m gonna go change and I’ll meet you at the pool.” We have now been down at the pool for about half an hour, and its like Simon doesn’t want to be around me. Which I can’t be having any of that. So I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve. “Si, please come over here. I want to play a game.” I say resting my head on my hands, which are on the side of the pool “What game?” “The one we used to play all the time as kids.” He looks at me with raised eyebrows, as if to ask me what game that was. “Oh you know. The one where one of us had to close our eyes and try and find the other one.” “Y/N, do you mean Marco Polo?” I shake my head “No, well kinda. Just the person trying not to be caught cant make a sound with their mouth. Don’t you remember it?” “Yeah I remember it.” “So will you play it?” He sighs and stands up, taking his shirt off “I guess.” He then proceeds to jump into the pool. “Who goes first.” “You try and find me first.”

He nods and closes his eyes, giving me ten seconds to get. Away from him before he starts. All in all it took him about three minutes to find me. Trust me when I say this. It was much easier to get away from him when we were little. He didn’t have as of long arms and legs as he does now. When it was my turn to find him, it took me almost ten minutes to find him. I swear to god that he actually got out of the pool at one point. I can feel the water moving around me so I know he is near me, but I just can’t seem to find him. “Simon, I know that you are around here.” I say moving my arms around He doesn’t make a sound, but I can feel the water moving around me. It almost feels like he is moving towards me. Next thing I know, I feel his lips are against my own. At first, I am shocked, but I begin to relax into it and move my lips with his. Just as soon as the kiss began, it ends. Him pulling away and looking at me. Almost like he was waiting for me to be mad or something, “I’m sorry, I just…” He trails off “I’m sorry.” I don’t answer him, I just move closer to him, pressing my lips to his again. With that he gently pushes me back, so that my back is leaning up against the edge of the pool. His hands travel down to my upper thighs, bringing them up so they are wrapped around his waist. It was only then that I could feel his prominence against me.

I push myself down against him, trying to create some kind of friction between us. Causing him lets a moan slip past his lips onto mine. One of my hand, travels down his chest, stopping just at the hem of his swimsuit. Silently teasing him as our lips still move in sync. Just as I am about to move my hand inside, he pulls back from the kiss and grabs my wrist, “Not here.” He whispers “Your room?” He nods, unwrapping my legs from him and pulls me out of the pool. Once we get up the stairs, he picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist again. Bringing me into his room and laying me down on his bed. He presses a quick kiss to my lips, before he moves down so he is face level with my vagina. Looking up at me, silently asking for my permission. In which I give him a slight nod. He then placed a small kiss over my clothed clit, causing me to gasp, before he loops his fingers in the bottoms of my swimsuit. He looks up at me and makes eye contact as he pulls them down. He then moves up and places a kiss on my clit, before he brings his fingers. Rubbing them in a circle, causing me to let out a loud moan. He then moves them down and pushes them into me, moving them at a fast pace. He then moves his head down and connects his lips to my clit again. My hands move down and tangle in his hair, pushing him further into me. “Simon.” I moan out, feeling myself get close “Let go baby girl.” He mumbles, drawing figure eights on my clit with his tongue.

His name slips past my lips again as I feel myself come undone. Once I finally regain myself, I run my hands down his chest, going to move them inside of his shorts. But he stops me. “As much as I would love for you to do that,” he starts “I need to be inside of you.” With that he reaches over to his bedside table and grabs a condom. Rolling it onto himself, he climbs on top of me. Grabbing himself in his hand, he guides himself so he is slowly pushing into me. I didn’t realize how big he actually was until he was almost fully inside of me. As he begins to move, my back arches up into him. He moves at a teasingly slow pace. Taking one of my hands in his, bringing them both up and resting them beside my head. His thrusts gradually get faster and sharper. Causing moans and whimpers to slip past both my lips and his. This triggers my orgasm. My back arches up into his chest. Soon after I feel him cum into the condom. With that he collapses on top of me, both of us out of breath. After a few moments of silence he rolls off of me. “Holy Hell.” He mumbles “What?” I ask breathless, looking over at him “How have we not done that sooner?” I laugh softly “You never initiated it.” “Wait what?” “You never showed an interest in doing this or anything with me.” He sits up “Are you saying that you have wanted to do this before?” I nod “Yep.” He falls back down on the bed and mumbles something. “Repeat that?” I ask turning my body to face him “Why didn’t I know this sooner. I’ve been in love with you for so long.” “You love me?” He nods, sitting up and looking at me “I have for a long time. Just never though. You would re cooperate the feelings.” I smile at him, before leaning over and connecting our lips together. The kiss only lasts for a few seconds before I pull away from him, whispering “Si, I love you too.” His eyes open wide before he smiles and connects our lips back together, climbing on top of me again. I push him off of me before it could go any further. “Not again, big boy.” He falls beside me and chuckles “Is this a bad time to ask you on a date?” I look over at him “Go for it.” “Y/N, will you go on a date with me.” “One more question.” I raise my eyebrows at him “Will you make us official and be my girlfriend.” “No dinner or a date yet?” “I’ll give you dinner and a date after.” “If that’s gonna happen. Then yes I will.” I say smiling “I will make it official.” He smiles and gives me a sweet, short kiss. Once he pulls away, he lays down on the bed, pulling me down, wrapping his arms around me. I guess you could say that this is the never ending start of Simon and Y/N.

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