#i always thought of Luke getting a star tattoo on his chest because of me

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Indigo--Calum Hood [one]

A/N: I can’t believe it’s finally arrived! Thank you all for being so patient while it took me literally two months to write this fic. It’s my first ever slow burn and the longest fic to date (word wise). This means so much to me and I really put my heart and soul into this. This is also written in Calum’s perspective!

Word count: 12.2k (36k total)

Warnings: themes of emotional infidelity but really all internal with no actions,  confusing emotions and thoughts, nudity, slight mention of body image issues, casual drinking, jealousy, sexual situations

Masterlist

Indigo playlist--really just songs that helped inspire this piece so give it a listen if you’d like!

Feedback is always welcome and I’d love to hear your thoughts on this! 

This is split in three parts because Tumblr's new post limit I can't fit it all in one post. So I'll be posting them all at once!

Enjoy!

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Calum agreed to help out Sarah and Andy with their latest project. He wasn’t quite sure what it was exactly but anything they create is phenomenal and he’s ecstatic to be a part of it. He’d just texted Bianca, his girlfriend, that he’ll be gone for a better part of the afternoon when he arrives at Sarah and Andy’s place. Pebbles greets him at the door, her whole body wiggling with excitement by his presence.

“There’s our man!” Sarah chirps from the table, her camera and other gadgets placed on the table.

“We aren’t shooting here?” Calum asks bending down to pet Pebbles.

“No, there’s this meadow that gets the sun’s rays perfectly at this time,” Andy informs walking in with his own camera bag. “We’re meeting someone else there, too so we should get going.”

“Someone else?”

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The sun is beating down on Calum’s back as he walks through the tall grass behind Sarah and Andy. They’re a good distance away from the road and he hopes they won’t go too much further and land in the fate of a 90’s horror film. Andy and Sarah are talking quietly with each other and Calum checks his phone, no new messages from Bianca.

“All right, we’ll start setting up and you just sit and relax until she gets here,” Andy directs to Calum when they stop at a fallen tree that has moss growing on it and its roots extending to the sky.

“Who is ‘she’?” Calum asks, taking a seat on the tree. He wipes at the back of his neck, it’s sticky with sweat. His lips are starting to get chapped and he wishes he brought his water bottle.

Andy and Sarah exchange a look.

“She’d prefer to be anonymous so I can’t tell you,” She responds ominously and unzips her camera bag.

“Anonymous?” Calum is baffled. Andy and Sarah make a point to avoid the topic as they continue to gather their equipment.

In about ten minutes there was another figure walking through the grass and Calum peered at her trying to get a good look. Her hair was blowing in the slight breeze and bangs framed her face. Calum was intrigued when she was first mentioned.

Watching her walk towards them made him think of those snapshots in your life that sticks with you. Something inside of him told him this would be one of those moments.

She was short, which was the first thing he noticed when she stopped in front of him.

“Hey guys, sorry I’m late. Traffic, y’know,” she smiles at Andy and Sarah.

He notices there’s a hint of purple in her hair.

She’s short and has purple hair.

“No problem, sweetie. We were just getting things ready. This is Calum,” Sarah nods towards him and the mystery girl turns in his direction too.

“Hi Calum, thanks for helping,” she smiles.

“No problem, Anonymous,” he grins standing from his tree and holds out his hand.

“Oh, right,” she snickers, stepping forward to take his hand. “You can call me Indie.”

She’s short, has purple hair, and likes to be called Indie.

“Nice to meet you Indie.”

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Andy and Sarah first have Calum and Indie sit next to each other on the tree while they take some sample shots. This way Calum and Indie can get to know each other a little better. Calum notices the ink on her wrists, arms, and a nose piercing. She asked about his music and what inspires him. He asked what she does and she very offhandedly said with a shrug,

“Social media stuff.”

And that was the end of that. She didn’t add anything more and Calum wasn’t sure if he should ask for her to clarify but her statement had a tone of finality to it.

She definitely intrigues Calum.

“Okay, Indie, can you swing your leg over the tree like you’re riding a horse and lean on Calum’s shoulder?” Sarah asks.

“Yeah.”

Indie does as she’s directed then rests her arm on Calum’s shoulder, her head dropping on top of her arm.

“Both of you look at me...good, now Cal, look down at Indie...good, good. Okay, now I want you to put your leg over his...close your eyes for me, babe. That’s it! Beautiful.”

They continue with different poses on the tree and each touch Indie gives to Calum makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up. His body becomes attuned to her touch until Sarah tells Indie to undo her shirt and lay her head on Calum’s lap.

Calum swallows thickly and watches Indie undo the buttons. He looks away quickly wanting to give her privacy and instead looks towards the direction of the road hoping they’re far enough away from peering eyes.

“Now lie across his lap and let the shirt fall over his legs. Yup, Cal... Calum!”

“Huh?” Cal whips his head forward and feels the weight of Indie’s head on his knees. He’s forcing himself to not look down but his body is aware of her weight on him.

He knows this is all a form of art, but he just met the girl and he was unaware this is how the shoot was going to go. He’s posed shirtless for Andy and Sarah multiple times but never with someone else. And never with a girl with purple hair, a gentle voice, and a pen name.

“Lay your arm over her chest.”

“What? Is that okay?” he looks down to Indie’s eyes, they’re a striking deep blue. Like the deepest part of the ocean and he gets a little lost in them. “Is that okay that I do that?” he asks her this time.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” she nods with a smile. “Thank you for asking.”

Calum carefully places his arm across Indie’s exposed chest; he notices how warm her skin already is from the sun but also feels the small poke of her nipples on the softest part of his arm.

“Cover her nipples a bit, Cal, she’s going to post these on her Instagram and you know their dumbass guidelines about breasts,” Sarah rolls her eyes adjusting her camera.

Calum adjusts his arm which means he has to look where her nipples are. He knows the human body is art in its natural form, and he admires the female body so why is he nervous? Is it because they literally just met and her top is open?

He curses himself. It’s not like they’re making an adult film or anything, this is an artistic moment. Shit, why did he think of an adult film because now a million different scenarios flash in his mind. While he places his arm across her chest, he sees some more ink below her breasts but he can’t quite make out the design.

“Indie, put your hands on his arm, spread your fingers…”

Calum hears the rapid shutter speed of her camera as she captures the intimate moment between strangers. Calum wonders why he was chosen to do this. Obviously, Michael wasn’t at the top of the list because he and Crystal are married, and Luke and Sierra just announced their engagement. KayKay is no novice in front of the camera, but maybe they wanted a girl and guy? Usually, Ashton is up for anything involving the human body.

“Cal, you have your thinking face on, man. Relax,” Andy says.

“Don’t be nervous,” Indie whispers gazing up at him.

Those damn blue eyes again. The purple in her hair really makes them pop and he notices a small freckle at the corner of her eye.

“You’re not?” his voice is hushed so Andy and Sarah don’t hear.

“Of course, I am, this is way out of my comfort zone. But this is art, and I want to explore it,” she shrugs.

It eased him that she was nervous as well. He took a deep breath and fixed her bangs in her face.

“That’s good, that’s really good, act natural,” Sarah advises.

“I like the purple,” he compliments, “it really comes out in the sun and makes your eyes stand out.”

“Thank you. I can’t really see your face because of the sun,” she squints up at him and giggles. Calum smiles at the sound.

The session continues and eventually Calum removes his shirt as well which he’s thankful for because he was starting to sweat. He told himself it was because the sun is at its hottest spot in the sky, not because of some cute girl with purple hair and tattoos with her shirt open.

He leans forward on his knees with Indie standing behind him and the tree, her chest pressed to his back and her hands locked under his neck. He wonders if she can hear how loud his heart is beating.

Another pose has him sitting in the grass with her legs hanging over his shoulders. Calum tickles her toes and she squeals out in laughter and Calum knows those will be great shots.

“Hey! Tickling is forbidden!” she laughs. “I will kick you and it will be your fault.”

“You won’t kick me,” he shakes his head but stops tickling her then notices another tattoo on the outside of her ankle. He looks to his right and sees a small red train on the inside of that ankle. “You have a lot of tattoos. What does this one mean?”

His finger traces the red outline of the train and the small speckle of stars shooting from the chimney.

“I loved Thomas the train engine.”

Calum looks up at her not believing her for a second. From this angle he forgets what his smart-ass remark was going to be because her naked midriff distracted him greatly. The ends of her hair tickled over her nipples, her bangs framing her face perfectly.

She gives him a radiant smile that he can’t deny by returning one of his own.

“All right, that’s it for this spot. Ready to head out Indie?” Sarah asks, pulling them from their small moment of connection.

“Yeah, I’m starved,” Indie buttons up her top.

“Want to come, Cal? We’re getting pizza at Marco’s,” Andy says.

“Uh, let me check my phone quickly, hang on,” he pulls out his phone then slips his shirt back on over his head. One notification from Bianca and she just gave his text to her a thumbs up. “Yeah, pizza sounds great.”

He walks next to Indie back to their cars.

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“How would you guys feel about doing a night shoot back at our place? The city lights in the skyline would be perfect,” Sarah says when she finishes off the last piece of pizza.

“I’m down for that. Can it be partially nude?” Indie asks, sucking up the last of her root beer from the vintage red cup.

“Absolutely,” Sarah nods.

“What do you say, Calum?” Indie looks up to Calum and he feels like she’s challenging him.

“I’m in,” he nods. He’s always up for a challenge.

The night shoot is out on Sarah and Andy’s balcony. Calum watches Sarah and Indie first from the doorway. Indie has her top open again leaning against the railing. She stretches her arms up above her head, extending her torso and Calum can get a better glimpse of that tattoo below her breasts.

It looks like celestial with moons and stars. As the photos progress, she slips it all the way off and leans over the railing. She does a profile view then reaches her hand out to Sarah’s camera for a close up of her fingers. The two women are giggling and Calum won’t deny how natural and confident Indie is in front of the camera even though she admitted to being nervous to him earlier.

Was she telling him the truth or was she just doing that to keep up this anonymous persona?

“Sarah has a way of making people feel comfortable in front of the camera. It’s her loving nature,” Andy explains as if reading Calum’s mind. “This is all Indie’s idea by the way, the shoot. She wants to do a body positivity session.”

“That’s…” Calum watches with wide eyes as Indie drops her shorts and panties then he sees her cute little bare ass. “Nice.” He clears his throat since she’s completely bare. Andy chuckles and nudges him in the ribs.

Calum is suddenly in the need of a cigarette; his fingers begin to twitch.

He watches her as she and Sarah continue to interact. Indie keeps her backside facing Sarah and Calum spots yet another tattoo on the back of her shoulder. Why’d she choose him to be a part of it? Or was it Andy and Sarah who chose him?

Calum opens his mouth to ask when Sarah calls him over.

“Get your ass out here, Hood, it’s your turn. Sit in the chair,” Sarah commands, pulling up said chair right in front of Indie.

Calum keeps his gaze on Indie’s face when he sits in the chair in front of her, his head seems a bit clearer now without her naked body in front of him.

“Shirt off?” he jokes, trying to ease his own tension.

“Please,” Sarah grins and he peels it off again. Of course, she’d say yes. “Baby, can you get the lights for me?”

The outside lights shut off by Andy and replaced by color changing string lights hanging in the rafters. Calum stares up above as they transition from green to yellow to orange and finally to some sort of purple/blue hybrid. Indie’s face comes into view over his shoulder, her fingers dance on his shoulders, her eyes are shining, and her hair is more purple with the added hue.

“Magical,” Sarah comments.

Indie smiles at him and he couldn’t agree more with Sarah’s statement and a few notes of a soft melody sprout in his head.

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Calum stayed up all night going through Indie’s Instagram. He thought it would show her real name and he’ll deny to his dying breath that he did NOT spend an hour trying to find her profile. Turns out, her social media persona is displayed as Indie too and he wonders why.

Her posts are all about body positivity which include photos of her body that look professionally done in his opinion. Each pose is perfectly posed so you can’t really see everything but know that she’s fully naked. He tries to make out the tattoos he couldn’t see from the night before, but it’s hard with how her body twists and the way they’re edited.

He reads through some of the comments, agreeing with the ones telling how hot and gorgeous she is. He wanted to tell off the creeps and defend her because her message was about loving your body.

Her photos and posts are real and authentic. She talks about her own insecurities, how learning to love her body seems to be an ongoing lesson. He admires her rawness and understands seeing something different when you look in the mirror but when he sees her...he wonders how she can see flaws.

His phone rings right after he hits ‘follow’ and the noise scares him. His heart plummeted when he saw it was Bianca.

“Hey, babe,” he greets and she immediately rattles off about her day.

Calum puts her on speaker so he can continue to scroll through the photos of him and Indie she posted from their shoot. There are comments from some fans inquiring if he and Bianca broke up.

Bianca didn’t really say anything about his photoshoot, but she doesn’t really say much about what he does anyway.

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The guys are taking a little creative break after bouncing back chords, verses, and beats that they’ve been working on since six in the morning. Ashton was complaining about needing his fifth cup of iced coffee and Michael was starving so the two of them left to pick up lunch and coffee.

Luke and Calum remained behind like always. Luke never stopped working and Calum always kept him company, enjoying the sounds of his soft guitar playing. Ashton’s lava lamp changes to purple and Calum is reminded of Indie so he pulls out his phone and goes to her Instagram.

She’s made a few new posts within the last several days. The first one is of her standing in front of her bathroom mirror with a towel wrapped around her. Her eyes are wide and bright, her hair is in wet strands and the steam frames her reflection. The next one is darker with the towel dropped; two small black hearts are placed on her breasts.

She captioned it: “conversations with myself about loving me are the hardest conversations I have. Sometimes they’re serious and other times goofy, but that’s with the aid of rum. Being gentle with yourself seems so easy until you come face to face.”

The second most recent post is of her and another guy at some sort of festival. They both have on circular sunglasses and the photos are a little blurry. One is a close up of the guy but he’s out of focus and eating a corn dog. The next one is of the two of them standing in front of a funhouse mirror; she has her fingers up in a peace sign. There’s one of them eating cotton candy and the last is of them on the Ferris wheel.

She just captions it as ‘memories.’

The last one she posted was from several hours ago and it was another photo shoot. She was posed with the same guy from the festival only this time she was topless and his arms were around her in front of a mirror. Another one has her lying on a bed with her head hanging off the edge and she’s upside down. The guy is resting his head on her stomach, both of them are looking at the camera and he’s shirtless too. The last one is of her twisted on the bed under the sheets, her ass peeking out and she’s spread across the guy. His hand is very low on her back.

Calum feels a pang in his chest. The pictures are great and all but why is he feeling this sharp pain and warmth in his cheeks?

“Woah, are you on OnlyFans right now?” Luke snorts and Calum jumps from the sound of his voice.

“What?”

“Pretty raunchy, don’t ya think?” Luke grins and then something clicks within Calum.

Could Indie have an OnlyFans account? Is that what she meant by “social media stuff”? He knows it’s one of the most popular adult content websites right now and that pay is really good if you post a lot. Is Indie her...sex name? Is that what that’s called?

“D’you think she has an OnlyFans?”

“I dunno. Who is she?” Luke stops his guitar playing to look at Calum.

“I...I uh did a shoot with her, Andy, and Sarah a few weeks ago.”

“Really? What did you do?”

Calum brings up the session he and Indie did together, handing his phone over to Luke. He suddenly feels very self-conscious and almost wants to snatch his phone back so Luke doesn’t see Indie bare chested. But she posted it on her public Instagram so anyone can see it.

“Wow, you really did a nude shoot?”

“We had our pants on,” Calum scoffs, trying to take his phone back but Luke stretches his arm out of his grasp.

“She doesn’t in these next ones.”

“Give me my phone!” Calum scrambles over Luke’s broad frame to get his phone back. He settles back on the couch in a huff. “Don’t look at those.”

“You showed it to me! Who is she anyway?”

“I don’t really know. She goes by the name Indie but I don’t think that’s her real name.”

“What do you mean?”

“When we arrived at the meadow for the shoot, Andy said we were meeting someone else there and when I asked who it was; Sarah said she wanted to be anonymous. She posts a lot about body positivity and I asked what she does for a living and all she said was social media stuff.”

“OnlyFans is social media. What did Bianca have to say about these photos?”

“Not much,” Calum shrugs and he gets a Twitter notification from her. Does she have a sixth sense to post or call when he’s talking about her?

He opens up the notification and she’s talking about him but very vaguely by only calling him ‘boyfriend’ with a photo attached of him looking down at his phone while they were out to dinner the other night. She brags about him online but hardly does anything with him when they are together. He’s starting to forget why he’s dating her in the first place.

“She had nothing to say about you posing topless with another woman?” Luke’s guitar playing stops and his eyebrows are raised.

“Nope,” Calum sighs and likes Bianca’s post anyway. Their relationship seems to only be about ‘liking’ each other’s posts lately.

“That’s...odd. So, why’re you looking at this girl Indie’s insta anyway?”

“I like what she posts. It’s real and true and a lot of people relate to it. It’s nice,” Calum shrugs. “And she was cool to hang out with at the photo session.”

“Ah, I see. You’re jealous you aren’t in those photos with her.”

“What? No, I’m not.”

“Yeah you are, and you didn’t want me to see her naked bum.”

“How would Sierra feel about that?”

“She’d look with me,” Luke shrugs, “you know that. See if she tagged the guy and find out who he is. If he has an OnlyFans then there’s a possibility she might have one, too.”

“How does that make sense?” Calum asks but clicks on the tagged name anyway because he’s not thinking properly and his curiosity is getting the best of him.

“They promote new content with whoever they did it with.”

“How the hell do you know that?”

“Saw it on TikTok, and there was that rumor that Ash has an OnlyFans so I Googled about it.”

“That’s a weird thing to Google.”

“Please, you’ve Googled worse. So, who is the bloke?” Luke peers over his best friend’s hand to look at his phone screen.

Calum looks back down at his phone on the new profile. He has quite a massive following and a small bio.

“His name is Ian, he’s a model and an extra in TV shows. There’s a link under his name but he posted photos with her, too.”

Calum taps on the post to see it’s of them in that damn bed again. Indie is straddling him but she has on some sort of lace outfit and Ian’s hands are on her waist. They’re both laughing and facing the camera.

“He wrote ‘always a blast doing sessions with you.’ Does that mean photo sessions or OnlyFans stuff?”

“How am I supposed to know? Why does it concern you anyway?”

That stops Calum short. Why does it concern him? His mind is spiraling with his conflicting emotions and the desire to search for more information about this Ian guy. He tosses his phone on the opposite end of the couch.

“It doesn’t concern me. I was curious and now I know you and Sierra subscribe to OnlyFans.”

“What? I didn’t say that at all!” Luke squeaks then narrows his eyes. “Don’t change the subject. Why does it matter if she has one or not?”

“I want to understand her, she didn’t tell me much about her and I’m not sure why.”

“She probably wants to keep her life private. Does she have a big following for what she posts?”

“Yeah.”

“Then maybe she doesn’t want people knowing her business. You can understand that, can’t you?”

“Of course, I can, I--she intrigues me, that’s all. I want to know more about her.”

“Why do you want to know more about her?”

“I don’t know! She...her purple hair and nose ring and tattoos...and her eyes are so damn blue. I don’t understand it.”

Luke is silent for several moments staring at Calum, his blue eyes imploring his friend to tell more. Luke‘s looking at Calum as if he knows something.

Calum is lost in his confusion. Luke moves from the couch and picks up Calum’s notebook and his favorite type of pen. He holds them out to Calum.

“Write about it. Figure it out.”

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Calum tried to write about it and figure it out and he was a little ashamed of himself for searching for Indie on OnlyFans a few days later after talking with Luke. It made him feel pervy, and even though he didn’t find her, it wouldn’t have changed his outlook on her at all if she did have an account. It only makes him want to learn more about her and not the small number of half-truths he received.

It’s been a month since he saw her and he’s at a party with Roy and Bianca. Bianca was off with her friends so Calum and Roy were left to their own devices which were perfectly fine for Calum. He’s always up for a good time but only when it’s with his close friends who are more like family, not a hundred people who sneak photos of him when they walk by.

He’s scanning the crowd--people watching is his favorite thing to do--when he spots someone with purple hair walk by.

“Indie! Hey!” Roy literally took the words right from Calum’s mouth.

Roy knows Indie?

Indie turns at the sound of her name waiting for her friend to pass and she smiles upon seeing Roy then shows her teeth in a radiant smile when she sees Calum right next to him. She’s got on some overall shorts with one of the straps unbuttoned and a tight black shirt that stops at her midriff. There’s some glitter on her face and Calum is mystified once more.

“Hey Cal, fancy seeing you here. Hey Roy,” she smiles at him and Roy pulls her into a hug. Calum feels a twinge of jealousy that he didn’t receive a hug.

“You two know each other?” Calum asks, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, Indie comes to my meditation sessions once in a while. It’s been too long since the last one, missy.”

“I’ve been working!” she giggles shoving his shoulder playfully. “I’m in need of a good meditation zone, though. Oh, this is my friend, Travis.”

“Nice to meet you guys,” Travis shakes Calum and Roy’s hands.

Calum eyes him up but before he can say anything else, Travis mentioned something about finding their group of friends.

“I’ll send you details on the next mediation,” Roy tells her before she heads out.

“I look forward to it. Have a nice time,” she smiles at them both and lets Travis guide her through the crowd.

Calum is a bit upset he didn’t really get to talk to her as he watches her disappear into the sea of people. He continues listening to Roy and his latest idea for a new album and what it will be based around. He hums and comments in the spaces he’s supposed to but his mind is off on someone else.

And then he wonders where the hell Bianca got off to.

“What’s wrong with you, man? Your mind is out of this world right now,” Roy comments.

“Nothing, nothing,” Calum shakes his head gruffly and then Bianca appears handing Calum a drink.

“You look parched,” she kisses his cheek and he feels the sticky residue of her lip gloss on his skin.

Calum continues to search for Indie as the night goes on, wanting to discuss how her body positivity project is going. He smiles and poses in the photos with Bianca; he knows both of their smiles are fake. Whenever she touches him, he doesn’t get that same feeling he did when Indie touched him in the meadow.

It’s a little after midnight as he exits the bathroom and bumps into someone.

“Oops, sorry, my faul--Indie! Hey!” he grins down at her.

“Oh! Hi again. Having a good time?” she asks brightly.

“It’s all right, how about you?”

“Not really in the mood to party tonight,” she shrugs, “but my friend Travis from earlier likes a guy here so I’m his wing woman.”

“What a good friend you are,” he smiles. “Have they met up?”

“I got a text from him with the tongue emoji, the fire emoji, and the drooling emoji,” she counts off on her fingers. “I’ve walked around this place twice so I’m assuming he’s all good,” she chuckles.

“So, you’re here all alone?”

“Yeah. I was just about to order an Uber--”

“I can take you home if you’d like. You shouldn’t take an Uber alone.”

“You don’t have to do that. I don’t mind--”

“Hey baby, some of the girls want to go to the club. I’ll see you later,” Bianca appears and gives Calum a very fleeting kiss on the cheek.

“Okay, before you go, this is Indie; remember how I did that photoshoot a month ago?”

Bianca glances at Indie who gives her a bright smile.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet--”

“Oh, yeah! Where you were both half naked! Very hot. I’ll call you tomorrow,” she says offhandedly to Calum then runs off to her friends.

“Nice to meet you, too!” Indie finishes in a half-shout and Calum laughs. “She’s a woman on a mission, huh?”

“Yeah, always has to be where the party's at. How about that drive home?”

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Once in his car, Indie connects her phone to his Bluetooth and puts on her playlist along with the address of her apartment. Calum watches her scroll through her phone until she selects the first song; its vibe is very chill, fitting the mood of the blue color of his car’s interior lighting. He keeps glancing over to her; the blue really brings out the purple in her hair. She then pulls her hair back and up behind her head in a makeshift ponytail, fanning herself with the other hand.

“Hot?” he asks while pressing the button for the AC. she lets out a yelp of surprise when the cool air blows on her neck from the headrest of her seat.

“I need my seats to have this feature,” she sighs then lets her hair drop over her shoulder. “Thank you for taking me home. Will you meet up with...oh my God, what’s your girlfriend’s name?” she presses her hands to her face, eyes widening in horror. “She left before you could introduce her.”

“Her name’s Bianca, and no, I’ll probably go home. Club life isn’t really my style.”

“Are you hungry?” she asks.

“For what?” He peers at her curiously.

“Have you ever had insomnia cupcakes?”

When they arrive at the small cupcake shop they read over the flavors listed on the bulbous glass display case. The cupcakes are the size of muffins and each time Indie nudges closer to him, he can smell her perfume. It’s citrus with a hint of something else he can’t place but she smells wonderful.

Indie ends up getting a strawberry cupcake with white frosting and pink sprinkles and Calum gets a confetti one which she teases him about.

“What’s wrong with confetti?!” he laughs following her outside and sits at one of the round metal tables.

“It’s like the second most vanilla flavor you could get. Live on the edge!” she swipes off a bit of frosting and sucks it off with a low satisfied moan.

Her eyes close relishing then taste and Calum gets momentarily distracted by her reaction to the cupcake.

“Well, isn’t that vanilla frosting? Not too on the edge yourself, are ya?”

“It’s not vanilla. Here,” she holds her cupcake in front of him, her eyes testing him. “Try a taste.”

He swipes her frosting off, eyes still on hers and he pops his finger in his mouth. His tongue is full of a very zesty lemon flavor, it’s sugary and sweet but light enough where it’s not too overbearing.

“Shit, that’s good.”

“Told you! Now you enjoy your plain confetti over there,” she wiggles in her chair taking her cupcake back. She swipes up more frosting.

“You eat the frosting first?” he asks, unfolding the paper from his cupcake.

“Mhm, the cake is the best part.”

He watches her in wonder as she continues to eat before taking a very large bite of his own treat. Frosting gets on his nose and she loses it when he wipes it off.

“Did I get it all?” he asks, sucking off the frosting from his thumb.

“You missed a spot...right here!”

Somehow she snuck some frosting on her pinky finger and rubbed it onto his cheek and nose. Calum was dumbfounded then when he saw her practically rolling in her chair from laughing, he joined her and wiped it off on her own.

“Thanks for that,” he laughs, licking off the lemon frosting.

“I’m sorry, I had to,” she shrugs and licks off the rest of her frosting from her cupcake.

“I’m going to get you back for that, Indie. Mark my words.”

“I’m trembling in my overalls,” she mocks with a smile.

“You should be,” he teases and takes another large bite of his cupcake.

When their cupcakes are finished they’re back in his car and her music fills the air with sound. He makes note of the band on his screen, Linus Young, so he can look them up later. He turns it down on the song titled ‘Crystal Ball.’

“How’s your latest project coming along?” he asks then moves into the middle lane.

“Pretty good, I guess. I want to do a couple more shots before I do a post. Sarah said she’d help me with it, we just have to find the time.”

“Do you need a partner?” he grins.

“Not for these shots,” she giggles, “but you’re more than welcome to come if you’d like. I’m always open to other artists' creative eyes.”

“Yeah, I’d love to. Do you have an idea on what your next project will be?”

“Um, I don’t know. It’s always centered on self-love and body positivity. I might try something with body paint or shadows. There’s a--”

“Do you have an OnlyFans?” he blurts out then immediately wants the earth to swallow him up whole.

Where the hell did that come from? He wanted to try and ease into it casually but how do you casually bring up a website like that? And now he just blurted it out like an imbecile. He keeps his eyes on the road anticipating a well-deserved slap across his cheek or for Indie to demand he take the next exit and drop her off.

Instead, she laughs. It’s a full-on cackle with a trail of giggles gasping for breath. Indie doesn’t stop until he looks over at her in alarm and with an apologetic grimace.

“Oh, you’re serious?” she squeaks wiping at the corners of her eyes. She takes a deep breath, still chuckling. “Why do you think that?”

“I was showing my friend Luke the shoot we did and when I went to your Instagram he saw your other photos and asked if I was on OnlyFans and he said creators usually post photos like that with a partner they collaborated with or something and you said your job is social media stuff and that’s social media and I’m--I’m an asshole for blurting it out like that. I’m sorry. It’s none of my business but even if you are, that’s great, y’know? No shame or judgment from me whatsoever. And I feel stupid for even trying to search you--”

“You tried searching for me?” she asks but Calum’s on a ranting rampage. “Wow. I’m fl--”

“This makes me sound like a grade A creep. You--”

“Calum!” she laughs resting her hand on his forearm. The hair on his neck stands up at her touch just like in the meadow. “As entertaining as it is to see you stumble over your words and talk this much, stop. I’m flattered you would even think that in the first place, but no, I don’t have an account.”

He risks a glance at her; she gives him a warm smile.

“Do you have an account?” She asks in a hushed whisper.

“What?!” he swerves a little in his lane but thankfully he needs to change over for the exit. His GPS says Indie’s place is only a few more minutes away. “No, no I don’t have one.”

She giggles again but doesn’t say another word.

They’re silent for the remainder of the drive, the music playing softly in the background. He wishes he never said anything and that Luke didn’t bring it up in the first place. Calum makes the few turns indicated on his screen and then parks in front of a duplex. Indie unbuckles her seatbelt, angling herself towards him.

“Would you subscribe if I did?”

He jerks his head in her direction, did he hear her right? He opens his mouth to answer then narrows his eyes, she does the same and they have a narrow-eyed contest until they’re laughing.

“Would you subscribe if I did?” he counters.

“I asked you first.”

He unbuckles himself as well so he can stretch in his seat and run his fingers through his hair. “I’m not going to answer that. Can we pretend I never asked that and this conversation never happened?” He drops his hands to the steering wheel; he needs to have a firm handle on something because clearly his tongue is acting wild.

“What did you ask?”

“What?”

“What conversation are you talking about?”

Calum stares at her, then looks outside as if there’s a hidden camera and he’s being punk’d right now. Is Ashton Kutcher hiding in that trailer?

“We were talking about OnlyFans.”

“Calum! I was playing along! You didn’t ask me anything and we didn’t have a conversation about that unasked question,” she gives him a perky smile.

“You are something else, you know that?” he rubs at his face out of embarrassment and feeling like such an idiot.

“That’s what I’m told,” she sighs.

He feels there’s a story or two there but he’s already invaded her privacy enough tonight. And it’s only the second time actually meeting her.

“Can I ask you something?” She asks.

“Yes. Please do.”

“Why do you want to know what I do?”

Calum rests his head on his seat, turning his head towards her with his hands still on the wheel. She’s situated herself in her seat so that one leg is pulled to her chest and resting against the center console. Her round cheek is cupped in her hand, her eyes wide and captivating.

“I want to know more about you, that’s all.”

“Why do you want to know about me, Cal?”

That question again. The answer is staring him right in the face, it’s on the tip of his tongue, but he just can’t bring himself to say it out loud. So, he alters his answer because he’s already rambled enough for one night.

“You have this ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude and a free spirit. You’re sure of yourself and not a lot of people are like that.”

“I definitely do give a fuck about a lot of things. Maybe too much,” she shrugs, removing her hand and leans forward. “You’re sure that’s all?”

She doesn’t ask it in fishing for compliments type of way, it’s more like she knows he’s hiding something, like she knows he sugar-coated his answer. Indie’s eyes have him captured, he’s like a fly caught in a black widow’s web that’s made up of his own lies.

“Ye-es…” he responds slowly.

“You promise?”

Her eyes are steady on his, he squeezes the wheel, arms tightening, knuckles whitening, and the smallest flick of her eyebrow causes him to let out a large exhale. Calum drops his hands in defeat.

“I don’t know how to answer that,” he shakes his head.

She’s looking at him like Luke was looking at him back in the studio.

“You’re…” he licks his lips and swallows down his nerves. “You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met, Indie. I’ve never been this lost in my head on finding the proper words to say what I want to say. But I can tell you that my intentions are only to get to know you, which I’m certain of.”

“Get to know me as a friend?”

“Friend, photoshoot partner, whatever it is,” he shrugs. “All I know is I can’t stop thinking about you.”

She gives him a small smile with an even smaller nod then takes a deep breath. Her hands rub at her temples as she lets out a frustrated groan covering her eyes with her hands.

“Are you okay?”

“You know that’s the truest thing you’ve said this whole time, Cal? I’d be glad to be your friend but I can’t lie about how I’ve been thinking about you, too.”

“So... what do we do about that?”

Indie removes her hands, her eyes the size of planets holding the same secrecy of the galaxy. He wants to explore every part, every hidden crevice.

“I want to know you, too. But we have to promise--” she holds out her pinky “--that we are friends first and foremost. I don’t trust people easily; I only tell what I think they should know. But my intuition is telling me to trust you and it’s never wrong. Can you do that?”

Calum mulls over her words. He reaches over the console so their faces are closer. He can see the glitter on her cheeks and how they resemble constellations. He cups her cheek; his fingers locking in her hair and captures her lips in a fevered kiss without a thought of the repercussions that will follow.

The kiss is full of sparks, desire, and an innate need. Indie kisses him back with equal hurriedness and soon they’re scrambling to the backseat. Lips still connected, her fingers claw at his shirt and--

“Cal?”

Calum blinks. He’s pulled back to the present, his fantasy betraying him in the worst possible way from the reality of Indie still holding her pinky out for him.

The kiss was all in his head. Going against his selfish desires, he hooks his pinky with hers and Indie’s face turns serious.

“We promise to always stay friends, no matter what. Promise?”

“I promise.”

“We promise that no matter what comes from the darkness, what secrets will surface, or whatever urges may arise, we are friends first and won’t let those things change that. Promise?”

“I promise,” he nods, tilting his head to the side in amusement as she continues.

“And above all else...we won’t leave or abandon one another. Promise?”

“I promise.”

“Good. I promise, too,” she stares at their joined pinkies.

“You okay?” he asks, feeling the shift within her.

“Yeah...it’s a little...I’m giving you all my trust. It’s a little scary.”

He squeezes her pinky then covers their joined hands with the palm of his other hand. He cocks his head lower until she looks at him with shining, vulnerable eyes.

“I promise I won’t break it, Indie.”

He wonders if she catches the double entendre to his promise because while he said it about her trust, he could tell she’s wearing her heart on her sleeve. He doesn’t want to break that either.

☆°•.¸☆¸.•°☆

Calum has been walking on air ever since that night with Indie a few weeks ago promising to be friends. Is he attracted to her? Absolutely. That at least is something he can admit even if it is in his own head. Will he act on those thoughts? No, because he has respect for Indie and his relationship with Bianca.

Things between him and Bianca have gotten a little better; they go out more and she’s asked him about his music. When he’s mentioned he has this tune stuck in his head that he can’t figure out she doesn’t say too much about it and quickly transitions to her next appearance promoting a new line of liquor.

Calum’s confident he can push his attraction for Indie to the side and make their friendship a priority. He’s never had a female best friend before but it’s an easy transition with her.

After that night they exchanged numbers and were quick to start sending funny memes and TikTok videos. Calum downloaded the app solely because of her and when he discovered she had a few videos of her own, he watched the four videos relentlessly.

“You’re a very talented lip syncer, you should go pro,” he’d told her one day over FaceTime while he was making breakfast.

“There’s no such thing as a pro lip syncer,” she snorted back. She was applying makeup in her bathroom sitting cross legged on the counter with her feet in the sink.

“Yeah there’s that show on MTV or some shit where you dress up and put on a whole performance.”

“I would literally die if I had to perform in front of people. No thank you.”

Calum laughed then watched her apply her eyeliner with careful strokes and perfect precision. Whenever she did her makeup she had her hair pulled back in a loose ponytail and her bangs clipped up so she wouldn’t get makeup on them. Seeing her whole face for the first time filled him with even more intrigue and he thought she was even more beautiful.

“Why do you do that on the sink?” he asked, flipping his egg on his toast.

“So I can get closer to the mirror. It’s a girl thing. Doesn’t Bianca do it?”

“Dunno, I’ve never seen her put her makeup on before.”

He would send her photos and videos of Duke and each time she’d comment on how adorable he is and that she would steal him one day.

“You’ll have to get through me first,” he grinned.

“I can take you. It’s one of my superpowers.”

“What superpower is that exactly?”

“If I tell you then my cover’s blown, duh.”

“Why don’t you show me then?” he teased with a slight hint of flirtation.

“Cal…” she warned but couldn’t help her giggle.

“All right, all right,” he smiled, scratching at his head. “Sorry.”

There would be some innocent slip-ups like that throughout their conversations. Calum just felt so at ease with Indie and when she asked him to help her with a photoshoot of hers he was more than excited to accept.

When he arrived at her place, there was music playing from down the hall and he heard voices followed by Indie’s laugh. He follows the sound right into her bathroom where she is with another girl while the bathtub was running water, bubbles rising.

“Did you finally get your own dog?” he asks and the two girls turn at his voice.

“No, it’s for the photos,” Indie smiles. “Cal, this is Inka, she’s going to be in the photos with me and helping you take them.”

“Nice to finally meet you, Calum,” Inka smiles.

Inka’s a little taller than Indie with flowing ink black hair, wide set eyes and brown skin. She has a septum piercing and is also very good looking.

“Nice to meet you,” he nods, and then turns fearfully to Indie. “I’m taking the photos? Shouldn’t you ask Sarah, she’s a professional.”

“I don’t want them to look professionally done. Inka’s big on water photography so she’ll help you. And we need someone to take photos of us together.”

“All right, so…” he glances at the tub that Inka is now bent over testing the water. “What’s with the bubble bath?”

“That’s where we’ll be,” Indie grins, removing her shorts.

Calum is so caught off guard by being the photographer that his eyes watch her step out of them, but finds she has on swimsuit bottoms. At least he won’t be distracted this time like in the meadow or at Andy and Sarah’s when she was completely naked.

“Are you alright with us being topless, Cal?” Inka asks removing her own shorts. He spots some ink on her skin as well, he wonders if they got tattoos together at one point. The styles are pretty similar.

“I’m fine if you guys are,” he shrugs then eyes up the Polaroid sitting on the counter. “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable with me here; I respect the artistry of the naked body.”

“All I needed to hear,” Inka says with a sigh. “The water’s perfect, Indsy. I’ll put on music that helps me get in the zone.”

“Is this the camera I’ll be using?” Calum asks, pointing to the Polaroid as Inka changes the music on her phone to something with a bit of soul to it. The voice echoes very softly within the bathroom.

“Yeah, it’s Inka’s. She’ll show you how to use it while I’m in there. Thanks for helping with this, everyone couldn’t or thought it was weird when I asked them.”

“Glad to be of assistance,” he smiles down at her, noticing she doesn’t have makeup on. “You look nice by the way.”

“Thank you. I’m going to take my top off now,” she touches his arm as if in assurance, her eyes widening slightly. “Will you be okay?”

He knows she’s teasing but he links his pinky with hers that’s on his arm.

“Promise. Now get in there,” he jerks his head towards her bath.

“Sheesh, you’re a demanding assistant.”

She backs away and he examines the camera with curiosity. When Inka and Indie converse behind him, he lifts his eyes to their reflection in the mirror just as Indie is pulling her t-shirt off. Her eyes meet his as she tosses it to the floor and it’s as if the moment slows before she’s stepping into the water.

“Inka! This is too hot!” she squeals, pulling her foot out.

“No, it’s not! Calum, come feel the water.”

He turns and stands next to Indie; he bends to the floor pressing his hand through a mountain of bubbles. It’s pretty warm but he’s come to realize that Indie doesn’t like hot things.

“I think it’s fine but it is too hot for her,” he agrees with Indie.

“Well, you’ll get used to it and if your cheeks get a little red or your chest, then it will make the pictures better.”

Indie sighs; she puts her hand on Calum’s shoulder for extra support and puts her foot in the water again. She lets out a hiss and stands there for a couple seconds. Calum grabs her hand and holds her fingers when she places her other foot in the tub as well. He watches her scrunch her face at the temperature, he can see a red splotch blooming on her chest already and she’s not even fully in yet.

“Darling, it’s really not that bad,” Inka sighs rubbing at Indie’s shoulder. “Is it?”

“I just need to let myself get used to it,” Indie replies and drops a knee, her fingers’ holding onto Calum’s tightly.

“I can get a cold washcloth for you,” he offers but Indie shakes her head and drops her other knee.

“I’ll be okay. Can you get me a bottled water from my fridge?”

“Yeah, I’ll be right back,” he nods and he releases her fingers.

When he returns, Indie is fully in the bath, her hair cascading over her back like a dark purple curtain. Her knees are drawn up to her chest and Inka is on the floor with her camera pointed at Indie. Indie’s head is on her knees, her body curving forward, eyes big and her lips pouting slightly.

Calum doesn’t like how she looks sad even if he knows it’s for the aesthetics of it all. Indie looks up at him then stretches a now bubbly arm towards him for the water.

“Wait, stay like that for a minute!” Inka instructs Indie's pose and the camera clicks. “Okay, you can take it.”

Calum sits against the cabinets next to Inka, paying attention to the buttons on the camera before she takes a picture. Indie leans back with her head tilted back and eyes closed, her breasts pointing out. Then she rested her arms on the edge of the tub, her cheek falling perfectly in the crook of her elbows and she eyed up the camera and Inka. When she looked at Calum, he forgot how to swallow.

“Okay, ready for me?” Inka asks, standing up from her place on the floor.

“You’re going to complain about the water though,” Indie rolls her eyes playfully and turns the tap back on. She shifts to the opposite end so she doesn’t feel the hot water.

“Just take photos you think would be good as candid’s,” Inka instructs handing Calum the camera.

He’s nervous now. He doesn’t want to mess up their vision and he runs over what Inka told him in his head as she takes off her tank top and climbs in with Indie.

“This is so tepid!” Inka shrieks and Indie laughs.

“It’s perfect!”

“You’re such a little weirdo,” Inka drops into the water and pushes the running water towards Indie. Indie sticks her tongue out.

While the water continues to run, Calum takes some practice shots and Inka starts to pull her hair up in a very messy bun with loose strands kissing her cheeks and forehead. She looks very good, actually. Inka has a natural beauty to her, much like Indie does. Calum took photos of that process, Inka is confident in herself like Indie is; it’s all in her posture.

“Remember the first time we were in the bath together?” Indie asks, leaning against the wall.

“Yeah, you were drunk and thought your tub was a whirlpool. But you turned the shower on instead and I thought you were drowning,” Inka laughs.

Calum captures their smiles. He remains silent as they place bubbles on each other’s noses or blow them at each other from their hands. He tries to take as many of those as he can because he thinks they’re charming.

He discovers they’ve been friends ever since Indie moved to L.A and have gone through tough things with each other like bad relationships, loss of jobs, and fallouts from a whole group of friends they were involved in. The more they talked, the closer they got in the tub.

“Here, turn around, I want to get some shots like this,” Indie tells Inka.

They’re in a fit of giggles and laughter as Inka maneuvers in the water, some of the bubbles are rolling down the sides of the tub. Once they’re situated, Indie scoots closer until she’s pressed against Inka’s back. Calum’s reminded of feeling her pressed against his back at Andy and Sarah’s.

“Look at Cal,” Indie says and they both turn to Calum.

He snaps the photo.

“How are you doing over there Mr. Camera Man?” Inka asks leaning against Indie.

“Great. How’re you guys?” he asks.

“Hungry. I want some pizza,” Indie sighs. She presses her cheek to Inka’s neck and wraps her arms around her stomach.

“We’ll order some afterwards,” Inka lifts her hand and pats at Indie’s head affectionately. “Does Calum know you need to be fed every few hours?”

“You make me sound like a baby,” Indie laughs. “Does Calum know?” She directs the question to him in third person, looking at him expectantly.

“Yes, I discovered she gets very feisty when she’s hungry,” Calum laughs.

“He’s a good egg,” Indie says and kisses Inka’s neck.

“Wait, do that again,” Calum says and Indie presses her lips to Inka’s neck. He snaps the picture and he grins. “That’s a good one.”

“Stay professional over there, sir,” Inka warns, narrowing her eyes.

“I am! It’s a sweet moment that’s all. You guys are close and have been through a lot. There aren’t too many friendships like that.”

“I always tell her she’s my soulmate,” Inka pats Indie's cheek then spins around again in the water.

“My friend Ash and I say the same thing.”

“You two take baths together, too?” Inka asks and Indie laughs.

“No,” he laughs. “We wouldn’t fit.”

That gets them both laughing and he snaps a picture of it, the pure joy and amusement on their faces. He notices goosebumps are on Indie’s arms.

“You’re getting cold, Indie,” he comments.

“Yeah, we should get out soon. Did you get some good photos?” she asks, sitting up a little straighter, her hands on the edge of the tub.

“Wait, Cal get one more picture,” Inka stops Indie from standing.

He poises the camera to his eye again and watches as Inka leans in and gives Indie a soft kiss on the lips. She holds the kiss so he can take the picture and he keeps snapping when they pull away and smile at each other.

They both rise from the tub with more water sloshing over the sides; all the bubbles are gone now. Calum stands handing them each a towel; he’s trying to wrap his head around that kiss. He kisses his friends too, but to see Indie be kissed by a girl made that pang form in his chest again like when she hugged Roy and not him.

He shouldn’t be jealous; they’re just friends and he pinky promised.

“I’ll order some pizza and upload these so we can look at them,” Inka says, wrapping the towel around her. She folds it over so it’s held to her body like a strapless dress. “Time to put your camera skills to the test.”

The photos ended up looking really well. He could tell the differences between his and Inka’s, hers were angled in different ways to make the focal point look cool. His photos were straighter on but Inka was impressed by some of his close-up shots of their laughter.

The three of them watched a movie as they ate their pizza, laughing at the scenes and more memories that came about for Indie and Inka. Calum really liked Inka and she gave him a hug when she left, promising she’ll contact him if she needs his help for her own photos.

“You have her approval by the way,” Indie says, moving back to the couch pulling her blanket over her legs.

“Approval?” He joins her resting his arm over the back of her couch.

“Of being my guy best friend. This was sort of a test of hers by having you deal with our shenanigans and being half naked in the tub.”

“Elaborate, please?” he chuckles. “Did she think I’d be weird about it?”

“She’s a little protective over me. We’re best friends but…” Indie looks at her hands in her lap; she starts to play with the edge of the blanket.

“But…?” he prompts and she bites her lip. “I feel like this is a pinky promise moment.”

“It is.”

He holds out his pinky waiting for her to link their fingers. She takes in a deep breath and hooks her pinky around his but she doesn’t let it go when she speaks. Her eyes are trained on their pinkies.

“Inka and I dated actually, for a short time. It was right when I moved out here and we got super close super-fast, I felt the most comfortable with her in the friend group I fell into. She’s the first one I voiced my attraction to women about and she said she was the same. We both don’t like labels. And... Yeah, we dated for a couple months but both agreed our friendship was more important than if we broke up badly.”

“So, you’re attracted to men and women or just women?” he asks softly.

“Both,” she says, her eyes still on their pinkies. “Inka’s the only woman I’ve dated and have been with but I’ve had other crushes. They just never went anywhere.”

“Hey, look at me,” he tugs on her pinky lightly until her eyes meet his. “Why do you seem scared?”

“When I tell other guys about it they get all weird and ask for threesomes or they get freaked out like I'm going to cheat on them with her or something. I’m attracted to girls but it’s more than attraction, too.”

“I get it,” he nods, “you don’t have to explain to me. You care for people for who they are. I’m sorry if you felt cautious to tell me. You can tell me anything, Indie.”

“It’s just nerve wracking, that’s all,” she lets out a shaky laugh. “I knew you wouldn’t be creepy with the photos but while we were doing them I figured this would be a good time to tell you.”

“Thank you for telling me, it helps me get to know you better,” he smiles. She gives him one back then pulls her pinky away so she can give him a hug.

He holds her tightly, feeling how fast her heart is beating. They didn't let go until her heart slowed down and matched his.

☆°•.¸☆¸.•°☆

Every day at the studio, Luke would pester Calum asking when they would finally get to meet Indie. Not long after, Ashton and Michael would chime in as well about wanting to meet her and Calum would do his best to ignore them. But he knows his brothers and they’re persistent to the point where it will make you go mad if you don’t agree.

Today was more of a chill day tossing random lyrics and notes around trying to make it into a song. While the other three were goofing off, Calum was at the piano trying to work out the notes that have been swimming in his head for the last couple months. He has the first and last notes down pat but what is in the middle? He can’t figure it out.

“Hey, Cal,” Luke calls, “you should have a party tonight.”

“What for?”

“So, we can all hang out, drink, eat, meet Indie…”

Calum’s hands fall away from the keys and he twists around on the bench to see Luke smiling with all his teeth. He looks like that emoji with his teeth bared.

“Why do you want to meet her so badly?”

“She’s friends with you, we want to be friends with her as well,” Luke shrugs.

“Roy knows her, why can’t we?” Ashton adds.

“Yeah, is she even real at this point?” Michael chortles.

“Yes, she’s real,” Calum rolls his eyes. “How—”

His phone buzzes on the table.

“It’s Indie!” Luke exclaims trying to snatch up the phone.

Calum darts forward grabbing his phone before they can. Thankfully, it was just a text because he knew if he picked up the phone one of them would have found a way to speak with Indie and say something ridiculous.

“Stop acting like we’re twelve,” Calum shakes his head. “Two of you are married.”

“I’m engaged, actually,” Luke corrects, leaning back on the couch. He crosses his converse covered feet at the ankles. “What’d she want?”

Against his better judgment, Calum opens the message to see three photos and a text. They’re all the same photos just taken in different positions. It’s her naked body, from just below her breasts to the tops of her thighs. She’s poised in a way that you can’t see anything and it ranges from black and white, sepia, and the original photo.

‘Which one should I post?’ was the text sent.

“She sent me photos asking for help on which ones to pick for a post,” Calum says already typing away about how she should do all of them. Then he asks how her day’s going. He looks up at his friends and they’re giving him the same look of expectation. “Ugh, fine! If I invite her over you can’t be weird as shit like you are right now.”

They whoop and holler at that news.

“Finally, we get to meet the infamous Indie,” Luke sighs, resting his head on his hands. Calum throws a pillow right at his face.

☆°•.¸☆¸.•°☆

All of Calum’s friends are mingling in the backyard and kitchen area, conversation and laughter is heard over the low sound of the music playing. He’s ordered pizza and wings for everyone to enjoy and they should be delivered in about forty-five minutes. He’s been anxiously waiting for Indie to arrive but is also nervous about how the guys will act around her.

Bianca is out of town so she couldn’t make it and Calum wasn’t too sure what his feelings are about her not being here. She told him to have fun and not get too rowdy, so he appreciates that small sentiment.

Indie was excited to meet everyone else when he called her and when she asked if she could bring a friend, he assumed it was Inka so he of course said yes.

Boy was he ever wrong.

He was popping open another white claw when Andy and Sarah announced her name. He looks up in excitement to see her hugging Sarah but then it falters when he sees it’s not Inka that’s next to her. It’s that guy Ian from her Instagram posts that she posed with. The pang in his chest is back when Ian places his arm over Indie’s bare shoulders and shakes Andy and Sarah’s hand.

Calum takes notice of her outfit; she has on a dark blue top with the sleeves that only go to the tops of her arms and black jean shorts with some black boots. Her dark purple hair is pulled back behind her head in a sort of braid.

“Hey isn’t that—”

“Indie?” Calum finishes Luke’s sentence and takes a long drink of his white claw. “Yeah, let’s go introduce you.”

Ashton and Michael met them by Indie and she gave Calum a big smile.

“Hey! How’re you?” she asks rising on her tiptoes to give him a hug. Ian and Calum’s eyes meet briefly before Indie pulls away.

“I’m good, glad you could come,” Calum forces a smile. “Uh, these are the guys. It’s about time you all met. This is Luke, Ashton, and Michael. Guys, this is Indie.”

“So, you are a real person,” Ashton nods, shaking her hand.

“As opposed to what? A blow-up doll?” Indie teases and Michael chokes on his own drink.

Calum grins because he knows she’ll be able to handle herself around them. He just hopes they don’t say anything about him that would raise questions.

“I like you,” Ashton smiles. “Who’s this you brought along?”

“Oh! Right, sorry. This is Ian,” she introduces.

Calum eyes him up while he shakes his friends’ hands. He’s about the same height as Calum with short brown hair that kind of sticks up in the front. He’s got tan skin, an arm of tattoos, and has a lean muscular build.

“And this is Calum,” Indie introduces him last.

Calum notices she didn’t say ‘my friend’ or ‘my boyfriend’ when introducing Ian, so what is he exactly?

“Good to finally meet you, man,” Ian holds out his hand.

“Likewise,” Calum makes sure his grip is tight, but so is Ian’s. “Help yourselves to drinks from the coolers and kitchen. Pizza and wings should be coming soon.”

The pang in Calum’s chest only grows as the night progresses. He’s not quite sure what to make of Ian except that he and Indie are very comfortable with each other. When Calum is in ear shot they’re always flirting and touching each other.

“Sooo…” Luke drawls sidling next to Calum. “He’s that guy from her Instagram, right?”

“Yup.”

“Are he and Indie dating?”

“No idea,” Calum’s voice is clipped. He takes a drink of his white claw. The pang keeps getting sharper, his fingers are twitching for a cigarette and now he really wants some weed.

“Are you all right?”

Calum watches Ian come up behind Indie with another drink for her and he smacks her ass then proceeds to rub her back. Indie smiles up at him taking the cup.

“Yeah, I’m all right. We’re just friends,” Calum sighs.

When the party dwindled down, it was only Ashton, Michael, Luke, Andy, Sarah,Indie and Ian left sitting around the firepit. The conversation transitions from topic to topic that are mainly centered on Indie and finding out more about her. Just as Calum suspected, she’s very cryptic in her responses and that makes him smile. Calum’s sitting across the way from her and her legs are resting on Ian’s lap. Ian’s hands are rubbing at her calves.

Calum tells himself it doesn’t bother him.

Somehow the conversation turned to sex, which isn’t all that uncommon for their group but Calum was shooting daggers at Ashton because he didn’t want Indie to feel uncomfortable. As always, she surprised him and she was asking her own questions. Everyone answered her question of what their first time was like and they were all great stories of embarrassing moments.

When it came for her to answer, Calum sat up a little straighter in his chair.

“I was nineteen, wasn’t expecting it to happen at all. And you’re always told ‘oh, it’s this magical moment! You’ll be changed forever!’ but it literally lasted two or three minutes and I was like, ‘that’s it?’” she giggles. “I didn’t feel changed at all.”

“Two minutes?” Michael laughs. “Was it his first time too?”

“Hey, in my defense I’ve wanted to do it with her for a long time and when it finally happened…I lost control,” Ian smiles. “That tends to happen with Indie.”

Calum’s ears feel hot and it’s not from the fire. He ignores Luke’s quick glance to him from the bit of information that Ian was the first guy Indie had sex with.

“And we were also in your parent’s living room,” Indie giggles some more.

“All right, so now the next question…most rounds in one night?” Ashton asks lighting up another joint.

Calum wants to strangle him.

“What the hell is with all the sex talk, mate?” he finally asks trying to play it off as nonchalant, but the way Luke and Michael fidget, he knows it didn’t sound that way. No one else seems to notice, if Indie did he doesn’t know because he doesn’t dare look at her now.

“It’s a beautiful thing. It brings people closer by being open about it,” Ashton rests his ankle on his knee.

Calum snorts and shakes his head crossing his arms. He shakes his leg in annoyance.

Everyone says one or two rounds with little stories with each one. Michael made everyone laugh when he said one and a half.

“I was super drunk and it finally caught up with me and…yeah, I fell asleep,” Michael chortles. His eyes are heavy from drinking.

“That poor girl,” Andy says.

“I married her, so you know she’s the one,” Michael smiles.

“Where are Crystal and Sierra? I was looking forward to meeting them, too,” Indie says.

“They’re both at some fashion expo,” Luke explains. “We’ll all get together; they want to meet you too.”

Then fashion is the next topic of conversation until Ashton opens his mouth again. The weed must have set him off in a very inquisitive buzz.

“Indie, you didn’t answer the round's question.”

“I don’t want to be judged,” she holds up her hands in defense.

“This is a judgment free zone, this is a safe space, c’mon,” Ashton smiles lazily.

Indie looks at each person individually, except Calum before she answers.

“Three times,” she sighs, staring into the fire.

There’s a collective ‘woah’ around the group and sounds of approval. She tries to hide her smile but fails and ends up covering her face.

“Damn, that dude’s got stamina,” Michael says.

“It was a fun night,” Ian smirks while taking a drink of his beer. Indie smacks him in the shoulder and that earns even more of a reaction from the group.

They all want to know details and context, but Calum is seething. He really wants to get up and leave because he doesn’t want to hear anymore, but he knows that will cause more questions.

He remains silent for the rest of the night thinking about everything and questioning everything. He wants to know if Indie and Ian are dating and he wants to know why it matters to him so much. It really shouldn’t and that just makes him angrier.

He’s glad his friends are getting along with Indie, but he wishes it weren’t in this type of context.

When everyone had left, Calum was stuffing plates and cups in a large trash bag then he was going to light up a joint in hopes that would help calm his mind and rid his thoughts of seeing Ian and Indie together. He doesn’t even want to think about what they’re doing right now.

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[wastelandcth]

Lay it On Me - cth

part of nation of two

summary: Petra stays up one night while Calum's away thinking back on all the happy moments she wishes she could relive. Meanwhile, Calum's dealing with the fear of loving someone after so long. 

author’s notes: I hope you guys enjoyed chapter one of Nation of Two and that you enjoy a closer look into Calum and Petra’s little world!

warnings: Not much, just two lovestruck fools missing one another. 

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Sometimes, Petra’s life felt like it was something out of a cheesy romance novel, she felt herself craving to reread the pages that made her cheeks flush and heart race. The pages that had made up her life. She’d stay up at night when she was alone, staring up at the ceiling as she tried to relive the moments she’d treasured so much. She wasn't sure how long she'd been doing this, maybe she had done so her entire life trying to remember the little details of precious moments so they couldn't slip past her. 

Most recently, those memories included Calum and his soft laugh.

If she closed her eyes and focused, Petra could almost live through the flower shop exchange. She could feel her heart race as she turned the corner into the vase aisle and was met with a familiar face of a stranger. Calum had been wearing a shirt she'd remembered seeing him wear at some show online, the soft white shirt lined with red fitting his arms and chest so snug it made her lose her breath. His hair was blonde and cut short, making his jaw seem soft and the perfect place for Petra to kiss. His tanned skin was smooth and the tattoos on his arms decorated him like a piece of art. If Petra really concentrated, she could still smell his cologne, the woodsy scent that seemed to be mixed in with something sweet. It wasn't too strong, but she had been close enough to Calum that she could smell it over all the flowers in the store. 

When Petra opened her eyes again, the darkness of her room brought her back. The moonlight was filtering in through her window and gave a soft blue hue to everything. Her arms spread out at her side and she felt a pang in her heart as her left hand didn't bump into the warm body she'd gotten used to being there. Calum had been gone for almost a month now, leaving the side of his bed cold and empty. He'd been busy with work and Petra appreciated when he'd have the odd minute or two to call her so they could catch up, even if it had to be two in the morning and her sleep-filled brain could only come up with strange answers. Not that it mattered too much because before the conversations turned into anything meaningful, Calum was saying goodbye and promising to call when he could next. 

But Petra still loved him. She loved Calum and the short phone calls, where the only thing that mattered was that he ended them with a quiet I love you and kissy noises. She loved the Calum who was living his dream every night out on a stage in front of thousands of people. The Calum who at the end of every show would snap a picture and sent it to Petra with another cheesy pickup line or a joke he'd heard that day. Petra was in love with the Calum who would call her in a rush and babbled out some story where his brain worked faster than his mouth and his giggles warmed Petra's heart from halfway across the world. Even in the darker days, when they both craved to feel the touch of the other and their usual happy interactions were clouded over with a pang of sadness. Petra knew it would all be worth it when she was in the arms of her lover in a week's time. 

"Can't sleep?" Calum's groggy voice rang out into the darkness of the room. 

"I got too used to having you sleep next to me, jerk," Petra laughed, her eyes falling back onto the small screen next to her head, "You're seriously not gonna let me see your new haircut yet? I'll see it all over the internet by lunchtime tomorrow, you know that?" 

"Yeah, you might," Calum laughed, "It's a surprise though! You love surprises," 

"I also love running my hands through your curls," she snorted and shook her head, "I just miss your cute face."

"I miss your cute face too," Calum chuckled, letting out a sigh as Luke called his name out from outside the tour bus, "I've got to go, but I'll talk to you soon, okay? Try and get some sleep,  darling."

And with that, Petra was thrown back into the silence of her dark room. The sun would be up in a few hours and that would mean she definitely wasn't getting any sleep so she closed her eyes and begged her brain to let her drift off. Eventually, her breathing evened out and the pillow she'd been using as a replacement for Calum lulled her into sleep. 

Arpeggiated chords rang out from the room next to the entrance where Petra had been standing, the chill from outside hitting the back of her neck as she pushed the door closed with her foot. The house was warm and Petra could smell the soup that was brewing in the kitchen but her legs lead her towards the soft music that was playing in the living room. In the corner of the room, near the big windows that show the snowy landscape that Petra had been out exploring just a few minutes earlier, Calum was sat by the piano. His eyes were focused on the keys in front of him, his fingers working over them as if he'd played the piano his whole life. With every note he played, Petra felt herself drawing closer and closer to him, her hands landing on the softness of his shoulders with a soft squeeze. 

"How was your walk?" Calum asked, the soft music coming to a stop that left the house feeling empty and Calum was glad Petra's hands were on him, the shiver he'd felt earlier replaced with her warmth. 

"It was nice," Petra mumbled, her hands massaging his shoulders and working Calum as he'd worked the keys a few seconds ago, "I like it here."

"I do too," Calum mumbled and leaned back against her touch, "I like being here with just you and the snow and the piano."

"It's nice," she agreed, her eyes looking out the window as the snowfall began again, "Complete opposite of our beach dates,"

"We can just stay in and watch the snow, eat some delicious soup," he mumbled and hit a few more notes on the piano before standing up to wrap his arms around Petra, "Maybe watch a movie or read a book."

"That sounds lovely, we can keep warm by the fire and hope that no bears find this place too cozy and try to break in," Petra laughed.

In the haziness of her sleep and the sunlight hitting her face, Petra could still hear the warmth in Calum's voice when he'd read to her that night next to the fireplace. She could still feel the way his arms were wrapped around her as he read about the highlands of Scotland. How his voice felt like a warm blanket and how the grassy hills of the Scottish countryside filled Petra with the urge to explore them with Calum.  As the memory of her dreams slowly faded and the sunlight warmed her face, Petra found herself alone in bed, wishing she could hear Calum's soft voice and his best try at a Scottish accent. 

Calum had been staring out the window of the tour bus for hours, watching as the landscapes changes from desert mountains to a lush forest with trees that went back as far as his eyes could see. He'd been sitting in the backroom for so long the sun had gone down and the stars were twinkling above him, the room now dark and the bus silent as his bandmates slept the night away. Calum usually never had trouble sleeping on the bus, he was usually exhausted from the busy days tour had him working. But ever since the start of this tour, where he'd left Petra behind for a few months while he left to promote the latest album the band had released, he'd had trouble sleeping. 

The silence on the bus hadn't helped either, it had made Calum's thoughts louder and even the movie playing quietly in the back room hadn't stopped his thoughts from running faster than the cars that sped past them in the night. Calum was exhausted, how could he not be when the band had done back-to-back shows for the past week paired up with endless interviews during the day. The only time the band had a real break was during the drives between stops and even then, it was only a few hours spent sleeping or reviewing what that next week would look like for them as a band. 

Calum had noticed how tired he looked. He saw it every morning when he washed his face in the tiny bathroom, how his eyes were puffy and the darkness under them gave away just how exhausted he was. He saw it when the label sent them promo clips to approve and his smile didn't reach his eyes. He saw it when the other guys laughed and joked around with one another while he stood off to the side, quiet and yearning for a nap. He was pretty sure that if he could see how tired he was, the rest of the world could see just how far gone he was. And that meant that Petra could see how tired he was. 

Fuck, Calum missed Petra. She had been such a constant source of Calum's happiness in the months leading up to this promo tour that Calum hadn't realized how much he'd miss having her around. Petra's name meant rock, something Calum found ironic since she was the one who was always grounding him, and in many ways, Petra was his rock. She was the one that Calum found himself drifting towards when he needed to feel more like himself again. She was the one who would always hold his hand when he needed it and would listen to Calum's mumbling whenever he'd decided to let his brain talk. She was his rock and Calum missed the hell out of her. 

He'd been trying to write more while on tour, figuring he might as well put his insomnia to use. His old journal had been used up and Calum had been regretting having to buy another one. That was until Petra had shown up with a going-away present, the brown paper bag she'd been holding was decorated with flowers and hearts. At first, Calum had been confused, because he didn't know going away presents were a thing and he hadn't gotten Petra anything. But after she'd kissed his cheek and told him it was nothing serious, Calum's nerves settled and he opened the bag to find a leather journal, much like his old one, with his initials stamped on the side of the binding. 

"So you can keep writing those pretty songs," Petra had mumbled, her cheeks flushed as she played with the bracelet that Calum had given her a few weeks back, "Or just to keep your mind off of things."

Calum had been writing in the journal every chance he got, the unlined pages filling with song ideas and little doodles that Calum found helpful. He'd write about his day sometimes, whenever something memorable happened that he wanted to remember in order to tell Petra or his mom later on. He even sometimes sketched what he saw out the window of the tour bus, although those were never really any good. It wasn't until that night that Calum had been lost in the landscape that he noticed a page near the back of the book had been folded. It was only on the top corner, a fold so small Calum had wondered if he'd done it himself on accident and it wasn't until he turned to the page that he realized what had happened. The page, which had been filled with doodles and handwriting that wasn't Calum's, warmed his heart and made him smile for the first time in weeks. His fingertips traced over the words, almost as if he could feel Petra's touch through them, almost as if he could see her writing in the middle of the night much like Calum did nowadays. 

"I know you might be tired and stressed. That you might miss home and Duke and everything that brings you warmth. But your dreams will always be important to not only you but those who you make come true as well. I don't know when you'll read this or if you'll even find it while you're away but I hope it brings a smile to your face. The world deserves to see that pretty smile you reserve for only special moments. They deserve to hear your thoughts and that laugh that makes my heart race. I hope you don't mind that I stole one page from your notebook, it seemed like a fitting gift to give you, better than a piece of paper in your coat. 

Thank you for letting me into your world and letting me find your love. I'll forever be grateful. 

I love you to the end of the universe and even further. 

Petra."

Calum's smile, the one he'd reserved for Petra apparently, hurt his cheeks. He'd reread the note over and over, soaking in her words and if he closed his eyes and tried hard enough, he could almost hear her saying them to him herself. The promo tour might long and lonely, but that didn't mean that Calum hadn't had a piece of home with him the entire time. With a deep breath and his blanket wrapped around his shoulders, Calum walked back to his bunk. The journal was tucked under his pillow as if Petra herself had been captured between the pages and Calum could just open it and see her again whenever he felt alone. 

Calum's eyes felt tired and the more he relaxed on the bunk, the more he realized just how much his life had changed since finding Petra. He'd never had to deal with leaving a loved one while touring. He never had to deal with the time zones fucking up his calls or having to wait hours for a text back from someone because they were asleep as he was waking up. He never had to worry about whether his partner was missing him and much as he missed them. But then he met Petra and that all changed. Leaving her bed that morning had been hell, he'd dragged himself out of the apartment, trying not to convince himself to turn around as he hit traffic on the highway and go back to the warmth of her bedroom. He'd closed his eyes and held her a little longer as he'd said goodbye to her by the kitchen that morning and it was all so new and different that Calum hadn't expected to have it hit him so roughly. 

He hadn't expected to push all his defenses down and become so vulnerable for someone before. So when his plane had taken off and the city had become a blur of streets and then hidden beneath clouds, Calum wanted nothing more than to be back with Petra. But he had her note, safe in the journal with his initials and the page smelled like her perfume so maybe it'd be okay. Maybe Calum would smile a little brighter during the meet and greets and he'd chuckle a little louder during the interviews and make sure he spoke his mind a little more often. Even as his eyes squinted at the dim screen in front of him, his fingers typing out a message to the love of his life, he couldn't believe how lucky he was to have Petra in his life. With his phone set next to him and his heart happy, Calum's eyes closed and for the first time in weeks, he got some well-deserved sleep. 

Petra woke up a few hours later, alone once again, but her heart warmed at the sight of the notification on her screen. She knew that Calum had been having a rough time on tour recently and she was hoping that he'd find her letter soon. The message she'd hidden in the middle of a journal he'd held so close to him ever since it became his. Even the chilly air that was coming in from the window Petra had left open couldn't stop the warmth that she felt inside her, knowing that Calum had gotten her message. He was always laying down his love for her, showing it in different ways like how he held her closer whenever he was near or how he'd tell her all about his day even when the rest of the world thought of him as a silent man. Petra knew that it wasn't true, that the Calum she knew and loved would talk off her ear if given the chance, which she often did give him.

 She knew that he would have a hard time being away, he was a homebody and he'd be gone for a while, so with shaky hands and a heart full of love, she'd written down the words she'd so rarely had the courage to utter to him, the words she held so close to herself in fear that he'd slip away. But Calum was always surprising her and it hadn't been too much of a shock to know he appreciated the message. Calum's love was always finding her, even when the bed was lonely and he was miles away. She'd been staring at the message for while, her fingers ghosting over her screen as her heart raced and her smile widened with every reread of it. 

She'd reply eventually, once her cheeks stopped blushing and her smile stopped making her jaw hurt. But for now, the early morning sun lulled her back to sleep and her eyes closed slowly. She hoped that she'd dreamed about the snowy cabin and the hills of Scotland again, but really, any dream with Calum in it would be worthwhile. 

"Thank you for the beautiful words, you've always known exactly what to say when I need it the most. I love you forever, rock."

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[floating-in-the-blue]

First Lines

I was tagged by the best muffin, @merihn

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favourite authors!

from recent to older.

In Your Starlight (Julie and the Phantoms, Willex, Star Trek AU, T, ~46k, ongoing)

Rematerialisation was always a bit of a system shock but usually, you could prepare for the sensation ahead of time. Since all three cadets had been caught unaware, they were now stumbling off the transporter platform, disoriented.

'In Your Starlight' Missing Scene: How to Understand Your Boyfriend (JatP, Willex, Star Trek AU, G, 2k)

Willie was not a good liar and he knew that his feeble excuse of 'needing to check something' didn't sound very convincing. And of course it was bullshit. He'd had all day to check things if things needed checking. So no wonder Alex looked confused and hurt.

Tell Me I Am Yours (JatP, Willex, College AU, T, ~4k)

This had been a stupid idea. That much was apparent the moment Brad opened the door for Alex and called him Patrick, his breath smelling overpoweringly of alcohol and cheese puffs.

ignoring: Starlight Sonata (extended smut chapter from In Your Starlight)

ignoring: Breathe [Extended] (Metal Gear Solid, based on a roleplay so the first lines aren’t mine)

Land of Confusion (JatP, Alex/Luke/Reggie/Willie, Willie joins Sunset Curve AU, T, 1,5k)

They had all agreed that their sound would be better with a rhythm guitarist joining Sunset Curve but when they finally found one, all three grappled with the aftermath of that decision.

Will You (JatP, Alex/Luke/Reggie/Willie, canon divergence AU, T, 9,4k)

Alex had not seen the kiss coming. Which was all the more surprising since he had been waiting for it basically since the day Willie had run him over.

Show Me How to be Whole Again (Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, fanon!Thesesus Scamander/Percival Graves/Credence Barebone, post movie 1 canon divergence AU, E, 7,5k)

A Graves never asks for help.

Percival had discarded most of the things his father had taught him but this lesson had stuck around longer than most.

You don't ask for help. You get where you want by hard work and determination. Needing help is showing weakness and no Graves is ever weak. 

Well, fuck that.

The Last Standing (JatP, Bobby | Trevor Wilson, canon compliant, T, 6k)

“Come on.” The voice is distant, muffled by the static in Bobby‘s head. He dimly feels the pressure of a hand taking his, stumbles after the vague outline of the girl and finds himself in a car, feet pushing against empty bottles and knickknack, the scent of cheap air freshener in his nose.

Home is Where My Ghost is (JatP, Willex, post-canon, G, ~4k)

“Willie!” Alex sighed with relief as he spotted the familiar figure on the skateboard. He hadn't been sure where he'd find his friend, had been terrified that Caleb had done something to him in punishment for the boys' escape. But here he was, skating around the same museum he'd brought Alex to just a few weeks earlier.

ignoring: Plot Bunny Crib (collection of short OS)

And then tea (Good Omens, Aziraphale/Crowley, post-canon, T, 666)

Aziraphale was personally responsible for devouring countless items of food in his time, from cakes to sushi to ice cream. But this had been the first time that he himself had been devoured.

Thursday (Metal Gear Solid, Solid Snake/Otacon, grief fic, G, 778)

“The bed is too big.”

He’s aware of heads nodding even as he continues to stare at his shoelaces. They all know this.

“But a smaller one would seem wrong. No space for him.”

Him is David. Him is also Solid Snake but they don’t know that. For once, it doesn’t matter.

Cancer he said because everybody understands cancer and it’s close enough.

Imperfect Paradise (MGS, Solid Snake/Otacon, missing scene from Battlefield, WW I/WW II AU, G, 1,5k)

Something has been on Hal’s mind for a while now but David doesn’t ask. If Hal wants to confide in him, he will and until then, David will be patient.

Lomqa' (Star Trek Discovery, Hugh Culber & Ash Tyler | Voq, post 2x08 canon divergence, G, 1,3k)

Ash Tyler is horribly familiar with the acidic taste of guilt on this tongue; the way it burns his throat until he hardly knows how to speak anymore. How to breathe.

Guilt is a hungry demon sitting in his chest.

But anger is sitting right beside it, hissing in his veins, his ears, his head. Boiling his blood.

Under My Skin (MGS, Snake/Otacon, florist/tattoo artist AU, E, 11k)

The first thing he notices is the smell. The air is humid and heavy with the perfume of flowers and plants. Hal rubs his glasses clean off the fog and puts them on again to take a look around. It feels like a different world, the noise from the street muffled, like a shop-sized slice of paradise.

Hal sneezes.

31 (Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries, Phrack, post tv canon, G, 8k)

The Honourable Miss Phryne Fisher prided herself in always taking great care in how she dressed. She enjoyed the power that comes from the right fashion and wielded that power well. She also did not believe in hiding her age or her body. And both had been very kind to her throughout the years.

Phryne was always impeccably dressed but this day warranted extra care. It was a special occasion and one she had waited thirty-one years for!

Love Me To the End (Fantabi, fanon!Thesesus Scamander/Percival Graves/Credence Barebone, music AU, G, 550)

The first time Credence heard Graves’ music, he wanted to wrap himself in it, let the voice caress him and keep him safe. Blood on his back and bile in his mouth. But music in his heart.

The Dog Dilemma (MGS, Solid Snake, 50 cats AU, G, 2,6k)

The weather took a turn for the worse as Snake got into the town proper. Rain was beating onto the windshield, rendering the world outside into a blur and maybe he should have picked another day for this but now he'd gotten this far. Besides, it would be dry inside the shelter and Snake was nothing if not weatherproof. He'd gotten through worse inconveniences than rain.

Team Up or Go Home (MGS, Solid Snake & Otacon, pre-Philanthropy, G, 1,8k)

There was snow in his nose. And his ears. Two places that it definitely wasn't supposed to be. He wasn't that much of a fan of snow anyway but when it intruded into his body, he could almost say that he hated it.

ignoring: Love is in the Folds (Doctor Strange’s Cape/Thor’s Cape, crackfic)

The Dress (MFMM, Phrack, canon divergence, T, 1k)

He thought he was prepared by now for Phryne's sartorial arsenal. The luxurious fabrics, satin gliding over her body with every move, furs framing her lovely face, begging, tempting to be touched. Jewellery made of diamonds and sapphires that burnt with an inner fire just like their wearer. He thought that he has seen it all. The lethal dresses full of feminine power, the flowing folds of trousers, the practical yet stylish clothes she dons for more dangerous missions. He has seen the kaleidoscope of colours and patterns to bedazzle all senses and has grown used to it.

But this is new.

Generosity (MFMM, Phrack, canon divergence, E, ~2k)

After kissing Phryne, after finally making it clear how much he wanted and needed her, Jack had thought the rest would be simple. Glorious and exquisite, for sure. Maybe even poetic. But ultimately simple. He hadn’t counted on sudden nerves making his fingers tremble and his cheeks flush. He hadn’t expected how hard it would be to look Phryne in the eyes, those lovely eyes, once they were alone in her boudoir.

Worst Man at the Wedding (MGS, Kazuhira Miller/Ocelot, possibly canon compliant by who knows, T, 1k)

He looked handsome in the tuxedo, there was no denying that. But then, he had always been handsome, no matter the clothes. He'd looked handsome in the blazing Costa Rican sun, wearing only far too small speedos and sweat on his skin, and he'd still managed to look handsome after being cut into pieces, wrapped in blood and dirt and excrements. Though the latter was a look best appreciated from a very far distance! It wasn't really fair, this outrageous beauty, but Ocelot wouldn't exactly have given his right hand and a leg for that particular superpower.

I haven’t done this in a while so this was fun! Thanks again for the tag, darling. It appears I rarely open with direct speech. But I have no idea which one is my favourite opening? So how about you guys tell me which you like best (regardless of whether you know the fandom or context or whatever)? Please?? :D

As for tagging ... puh, most fic writers I know have already been tagged, but let me see who I can pull up from my other, dormant fandoms: @kbstories (hey, look! I remembered your new URL :D), @hot-elf, @firesign23, @bettsican

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[cal-puddies]

daddy issues || poly!lashton

as always, big shouts to @kindahoping4forever​ we love her. 

Poly! Lashton: the blow job || daddy’s home || cream pie || take the pleasure, take it with the pain || all at once this is enough || caught in between || take my heart, hit the back || daddy issues || needy || only you know the way that I break || picked all my weeds but kept the flowers

Luke was annoyed. Since you’d all gotten back from New York and Ash had gone back to work, he’d barely gotten any time with either of you, and you hadn’t really been spending time with Ash either, but you also seemed to be busy. 

That left Luke alone this morning. You’d crawled out of bed early, showered with Ash and then left a little after him, kissing Luke goodbye. He didn’t even really know where you were off to, he thought Ash mentioned something about your family. 

He lays in bed, not sure what else to do with his time. Normally he has you, and you two always find something to do. 

He sighs, sending two ‘miss you’ texts. Ash responds and says he’s coming home at lunch, and Luke thinks it’s for him. But then he confirms he’s going to work from home for the rest of the day. As if Ash could read his mind.

Luke’s mind wanders, starving for attention in this house was usually the hardest thing to do, but he seemed to be doing it just fine. 

He starts thinking about you, his baby girl, or rather, their baby girl. It didn’t start that way, and he loves that the two of you get along now, but he does miss being the solo point of interaction for you unless it was the three of you. You’d open up for Ashton but really only if Luke was there and seemed to let you know it was ok. 

He thinks about you using the strap on on him in New York, how fuckin hot you looked. He liked you owning him like that, having that control. 

He thinks about the way it looked as Ash’s cock hit into your body that night, the moans that left your lips. 

His eyes close as he wraps his hand around his hardening cock, he liked being between the two of you but what if you were between them? 

He gives a few soft tugs on his cock. 

You, vulnerable for them, trusting them both… that seems to do it for getting him hard. He grabs your lotion from the bedside table and he starts to lazily stroke himself. 

He thinks about you, how innocent you look when you’re on your knees and how quickly it changes when Ash is deep throating you, you become this amazing little porn star when being used. He’d like to share Ash’s cock with you some time. He can’t believe you never have. 

And then the thought is there. He thinks he’d start, getting Ashton as hard as possible before pulling you in to join, kissing over ash's cock together, helping you take ash in your throat… he grips a touch tighter, moving his hand faster over his cock, giving it the little twist at the end like you do. He uses his free hands to squeeze his balls before using it to play with his nipples. 

He lets out a few little whimpers, a moan of your name. His mind wanders to how tight you’d feel with both him and Ash inside of you, if Ash would even go for it. He moans a little louder, picking up the pace a little more. 

Ash watches from the bedroom door, having heard the moan of your name when he walked in. Luke's eyes were tightly shut, he wondered what Luke was thinking about. But he knew from watching his hand speed up and add that twist, he was definitely missing you, and whatever was in his mind was dirty. 

He wanted to join, but he didn’t want to ruin Luke’s orgasm, and didn’t think he had time. So he waits, watching, listening. He watches as Luke turns first onto his side and then he flips onto his stomach. Luke starts rutting his hips into the bed, and Ash is surprised when he starts touching his ass, gripping the flesh like he would, the way baby girl does. 

His head is turned away from Ash, and ash bites his lip, watching as Luke uses a finger to tease his own hole. Ash has seen Luke in a lot of different ways but never quite like this, so horny and left to his own devices. He wanted to know what Luke was thinking about. What fantasy was running through his mind as he was rutting against the bed, whimpering and moaning, teasing a second finger in. 

Luke sucks in a sharp breath, “ah ah fuck.” He moans, his hips slow until they stop and Ashton knows he’s cum. 

Ash waits, eventually Luke will get up and he wants to thank him for the show. But sooner than he thinks, Luke’s looking at him, still laying on his stomach. “Hi daddy.” Luke murmurs, clearly a little tired from his morning activity. 

“Hi Lukey.” Ash grins moving into the room. 

“How long have you been there?” 

“Watched you touch your cock, all the way to fingering your ass and cumming… what were you thinking about?” Ash asks, laying next to Luke so he could kiss him. He threads his fingers in Luke’s hair. 

“You and baby girl… wonder what she’d be like between us. Wonder what it’d be like for us to suck your cock together.” He admits. 

“These are great questions Lukey, and I think we should explore them with her… why don’t you clean up and then come to the office, we’ll order Lunch.” Ash murmurs, kissing him. 

When Luke wanders into the office 45 minutes later, Ash is finishing a conference call. His jacket is on the back of the chair and his shirt sleeves are rolled up, exposing the tattoos he has. Luke likes the sight of Ash like that. He waits in front of the desk. 

Ash stands and comes around the desk once off the call. He kisses Luke and then leaves his hands on the side of Luke's neck, gently rubbing his thumbs on his cheeks. “Everything ok baby boy?” Ash asks, searching Luke’s eyes. 

“You’ve been really busy since we got home and baby girl is always out the door lately…” 

“She hasn’t talked to you?” Ash checks. 

“No.” Luke shakes his head, “doesn’t feel like either of you have been talking to me much.” 

“Which means you aren’t getting any attention.” Ash scrunches his nose. “I’m sorry about that baby. I’ll be better.” He sighs. “Watching you was hot but, seeing you like that reminded me I haven’t been very attentive and I’m sorry.” 

“It’s ok.” Luke shrugs. 

“It’s not. Not at all. I’m taking care of you and I enjoy taking care of you and if I’m not doing that then… what’s it for?” He reaches for Luke’s hand, “you’re my gorgeous boy, I want you to ask for what you want and need, like she does. If you wanna have her together, like truly together, I wanna do that with you, but I don’t know that if you don’t tell me.” Ash kisses Luke’s knuckles, “what do you want to eat? Anything.” 

Ash wakes you up the next morning and pulls you to his bed, “wanna talk about Luke, baby girl.” He murmurs against your cheek once he gets you cuddled in bed, your back to his chest.

“Everything ok?” You ask. 

“I wanna ask you the same thing.” 

“Yeah, I’ll let you guys know if somethings up.” You shrug. 

“Mmm kay, we’re here for you, don’t forget that.” He pulls your face toward him and he presses his lips to yours. “I caught Luke masturbating the other day, and he admitted he felt a little neglected.” 

“Oh… yeah I guess I have been a little busy.” You admit. 

“Me too. I just assumed you were taking care of him, we haven’t really checked in either… It’s ok.” He assures. “Just wanna make it up to him. It was pretty desperate.” 

“You wanna take him out? Let him get some attention, see where the mood and the night goes?” You ask. 

Ash agrees and keeps you close until he has to get up to get ready for work. “I’ll make reservations for tomorrow night.” Ash says, leaning over to kiss you. “Go shopping today? Something sexy for Luke.” He mentions. “Dress, lingerie… the whole nine.” He hands you the black card from his wallet, “I’ll call and get you one, today baby girl.” He says, finally thinking about it. He kisses your forehead, “and no touching today. Him or you.” 

“You want me to take Luke with me?” You check. 

“You can.” Ash ties his tie, “don’t let him see what you’re getting though.” 

Ash grins at you, getting ready in his bathroom. There’d been a long discussion about you getting ready with him versus with Luke. Finally, Ash offering the surprise caught Luke’s attention more than anything else. 

And Ash is flirty with you, wanting you to be ready at any moment Luke might be. He whistles at you in the lingerie, the grin almost takes over his entire face, but once you slip on the Louboutins, he’s done for. Your ass already looks good in the tight black dress, but with the heels? And he likes how the dress accentuates Luke's favorite part of you with it being strappy over your cleavage. 

You and Ash are ready before Luke, by some miracle. You wait in the living room, Ash goes to set some stuff up in the playroom, leaving you to wait for Luke. 

Luke’s wearing a blue shirt, tucked into black pants, and he’s got it unbuttoned, exposing his chest. He whistles when he comes down the stairs, looking at you. 

“Hey handsome.” You greet, smiling at him. 

“Look at you gorgeous.” He grins, grabbing your hand to spin you. “That ass is working baby girl.” 

“I thought you were a tits guy.” You pout. 

“Definitely working too.” He grins, pulling you against him for a kiss. “Where’s Ash?” He asks. 

“Right here.” Ash says coming down the stairs. He smiles, dimples on display, “my babes, clean up so well.” He’s in a white shirt, sleeves rolled up, unbuttoned to show off his chest like Luke, and a pair of navy pants. He kisses you both. “Alright, lets go, my loves. Dinner awaits.” He grabs your hands and pulls you out the door. “You look hot Luke.” He compliments. “Bet baby girl is loving your ass in these pants because I know I am.” He grins. 

“Yeah but fucking look at her.” Luke says and you blush. 

“Daddy’s looking hot too.” You cock your eyebrow at him. 

Ash opens the door for the backseat for you, and the front for Luke once you’re in. 

Before you even get sat for dinner, people are commenting on how good Luke looks. The man exudes confidence and people always notice him. The hostess grabs onto his arm to lead you to your table, complimenting him. Luke is grinning widely. 

Ash senses your jealousy and rests his hand on your lower back, because he had no problem touching you in public anymore, and Luke could any time he wanted too. He gently grips your hip and leans in, “he’s gonna be in our bed tonight baby, begging you to let him cum. Remember that.” He whispers. He pulls you tighter against him and kisses your cheek as Luke pulls the chair out for you. 

You and Ash watch as a parade of waitresses and waiters come by, checking Luke out, just to get a little of his attention. He barely paid any mind to you and Ash and he was loving the attention. That was the point, he was practically glowing. 

Drinks went the same way. You and Ash touch Luke, and compliment him, whenever possible. But he loved the stranger's attention more than anything. 

“Hey Peachy. Why don’t you sit in back with me?” You ask, walking to the car, arm in arm with both of them. Ash notices your mischievous grin and allows it. You sit right next to him, “did you have a good time tonight, handsome?” You ask. 

“I did baby girl. But I hope the night’s not over.” He glances at Ash in the rear view mirror.

 “We’re just getting started, baby boy.” Ash promises. 

You pull him in for a kiss, resting your hand on his thigh, “you look so good tonight, peachy.” You run your hand up his thigh, over his stomach and onto his chest, scratching gently at his chest hair. “You’re chest exposed like this? How’s anyone supposed to ignore you?” You murmur against his mouth. “So much attention everywhere we went and walked by…” you hum to him. 

The party is moved to the playroom with drinks once the three of you get home. 

“Peachy… will you touch yourself for me, like you did for daddy?” You ask, wanting to experience his desperation as well. 

“I didn’t really do it for daddy, baby girl, he happened to catch me.” Luke touches your cheek, “besides, want one of you to touch me… that’s what I was missing anyway.” He admits. 

“You don’t want me to watch? Pretty little attention whore like you? Don’t get shy on me now Lukey.” You tsks, reaching forward to rub his cock through his pants. “Got so hard getting all that attention, didn’t you?” 

Ash notices Luke’s ears perked up when you called him an attention whore, and he steps in, “what, is daddy’s cock slut not being agreeable?” He asks, squeezing his hand around yours on Luke’s hard on. Luke moans slightly, “was it the squeeze, or was it cock slut?” Luke moans again. “I’ve got an idea… Lukey, you wanna hear and see all the dirty things you are to us?” He asks. 

Luke nods, and if at all possible he seems to get harder beneath your hand. Ash disappears and comes back quickly, handing you a marker, and keeping one for himself, he leans in to kiss Luke, undoing his shirt and pushing it off his shoulders. He pulls away to neatly write ‘daddy’s cock slut’ across Luke’s collarbone. He cups his chin, “you like being my cock slut, don’t ya Lukey?” He coos. Luke nods, shifts himself back a bit, reaches out to rub on Ash’s thigh. “Ah ah baby, no touch unless I say.” Ash looks at you, waiting for your addition. 

“Pretty lips… makes him the perfect cum guzzler.” You script it over his left pec. “Get naked.” You direct. 

He scrambles quickly to get off the bed, getting completely naked. Ash moves the hair off your shoulder and pulls the zipper down on your dress, leaving you in a lace corset and panties. You watch Ash pull his shirt. “Look at how hard the little cocksucker is.” Ash points out to you, writing it on Luke’s stomach as he stands before you. 

“You like being a little fucktoy, don’t you?” You ask, reaching for his cock to stroke. You watch him nod. 

“Like being nothing more than a tight hole for us to put our cocks in, huh, baby boy?” Ash asks. “Make us cum?” 

Ash grins as Luke whimpers when you stop touching him to write the new phrases on his thighs. Once the ink paints his skin, you tease his cock with your tongue, licking up the underside, swirling it around his tip before wrapping your lips around it and sucking just a little before pulling off with a pop. “Always such a horny slut, aren’t ya baby?” You tease. 

Ash kneels behind you, “don’t let him cum.” He whispers, kissing your neck before disappearing into the closet for toys. He comes back with just one, your strap on. Ash helps you to your feet and gets you strapped in, “watch that slut’s mouth water for two hard cocks for him.” He says a little louder for you. You write ‘slut’ across Luke’s ribs and he moans. “Gonna be daddy’s dirty little cum dump tonight.” You write ‘cum dump’ down his right arm and then Ash is pushing him towards the bed, bending him over it. 

You watch as he drops to his knees behind Luke. Whatever was about to happen was likely more intimate than you’d ever experienced watching them. Ash presses open mouth kisses over the back of Luke’s thighs, rubbing his hands over Luke’s skin. “My naughty pillow prince.” He hums. Ash pulls Luke’s cheeks apart and you watch as his tongue rolls over his hole, much like it does when Ash eats you. 

Luke’s entire body reacts with a shiver, he’s wordless but plenty of random sounds are leaving his throat. “Haven’t done this for ya in a while, have I baby boy?” Ash teases, before going back in flicking his tongue over and over the area, you were getting wet just watching it. 

He waves you over and Luke desperately reaches for you, pulling you in so he couldn’t have you closer to suck on the toy. Luke threads one hand into Ash’s hair, the other slips through the harness and he pulls you in, giving you innocent eyes as he takes as much of the strap on in his mouth as he can. You let out a moan watching him. 

“Such a good cock slut, Peachy.” You coo, threading your fingers in his hair. “Pretty and so willing.” You start to thrust your hips and he relaxes his throat to take the rest of the toy, but it’s short lived because all he can focus on is how close Ash is getting him. “Such a good bottom, aren’t you, baby boy?” You tease.

Ash pushes away, a mischievous grin on his face and Luke’s faces tells you what happened. He was about to cum and Ash took that away from him. “No no no no, daddy, please!” He begs. 

“Please what, baby boy?” He asks, standing next to you, pulling you into him. Ash is hard, Luke is undoubtedly hard and probably leaking, and you can feel the wetness pooling in your panties. Ash undoes the harness, “you’re so fun like this, a fuck toy for me and baby girl to use.” He speaks to Luke, “she got your throat warmed up for me?” He checks. And Luke whimpers because he knows he’s not cumming yet. “Let’s get you naked baby.” He says to you, pressing his lips to yours. He has Luke feel between your legs, “she wet?” He asks, and Luke nods. “Good, she can use one of your thighs to get off, while I use your mouth as my own personal cum dump.” He says it playfully. 

Luke groans but changes positions, pushing himself up on shaky legs to flop on the bed and hang his head off the edge. You straddle his thigh and swirl your finger in his leaking pre cum. “You like it when daddy and I use you?” You ask, Luke groans out an agreeance, “yeah, of course you do, love being something for us to use, make ourselves cum, you clean us up. Daddy’s right, such a good fuck toy.” You grab the marker and scrawl that largely over his stomach. You lean over and kiss him briefly, and then Ash is pushing into his mouth. 

You push your hands against Luke’s chest as you get a rhythm going. “Relax your throat baby boy.” Ash encourages, his hand applying a gentle pressure around his neck. Ash leans in to kiss you, “how you feeling baby girl?” He asks.

“So good daddy.” You run your hands over your body, squeezing your breasts, tugging on your nipples. 

“Yeah, me too,” he groans, “you’re so fucking hot. This slut is perfect for this… look at his leaking cock.” 

“I know…” you grin, sliding a finger up his shaft, “are we gonna let him cum?” You ask. 

“Mm mm, not yet. Wanchu to cum on his thigh though, and I’m gonna cum down his tight throat.” Ash grins, kissing you again. 

“Can I tease his cock?” You ask into the kiss. 

“You wanna touch his cock?” Ash pulls out of the kiss and watches a coy smile cross your face, “yeah, do it.” He encourages. 

You grip Luke in your hand and give him a few firm tugs before letting go, he’s wrecked already, and you know he can’t take much, but you’re gonna push him. You grip him again. “Peachy.” You coo, “so hard for daddy and me. Bet you need to cum so bad don’t you baby? All the teasing, all the name calling… my wet pussy on your thigh, daddy’s hard cock down your throat… tough night for you.” You jerk him a few more times. “But I bet all the attention has been worth it. Hasn’t it baby?” 

“Fuckkk he’s good at this… you about ready baby girl?” Ash groans. 

“Yeah daddy.” You nod, letting go of Luke’s cock so you can go back to focusing on making yourself cum. 

Ash cums first, a hot grunt leaves his throat as he releases his load into Luke’s mouth. He pulls himself away and collapses on the bed, smacking your ass, encouraging you to speed up. “Get that orgasm, gorgeous.” He encourages, sitting up to watch you. Luke pushes himself up too, leaning in to kiss you and share a bit of Ash’s cum. Ash lands another quick smack to your ass and then you cum, a sputtered moan against Luke’s lip. 

Luke watches as you lift your hips off his thigh and push back to sit between his legs. Ash pulls you into a kiss. Luke resituates and lays back, catching his breath, wiping at his eyes from the tears after having Ash down his throat. He loves it though, he looks at the two of you, fuck was he in love. With both of you. Clearly trusted you both with his life. And more importantly his heart. Sure you’d been calling him filthy names since you got home, but you were also calling him yours, and that’s what he really heard, his cock heard the dirty things but he heard where he belonged. 

But his cock ached, the bad kind, been hard for so long with no relief. His balls were so full, he thought for sure they’d explode. And Ash was touching you, just lightly, sweetly kissing you, “doing such a good job.” He praises you. He gently taps Luke’s thigh, “Lukey, why don’t you go look at yourself. And then tell us how you wanna cum.” Ash mentions. He watches Luke drag himself off the bed. “My gorgeous boy, perfect little slut for us.” Ash says, watching Luke look in the full length mirror. 

Luke reads all the dirty words again, inked on his skin in a magic marker. He runs his fingers over some of the letters, he thinks he might be getting harder if at all possible. 

“What do you think, Lukey?” You ask, “how do you wanna cum tonight?” 

He shrugs, “not sure.” He hums, “daddy knows.” He mumbles. 

You and Ash exchange a quick glance, both knowing exactly where this is heading for Luke. He comes back to the bed, crawls to Ash and grabs him for a kiss. Ash threads his fingers in Luke’s curls, “I’m gonna have you. Baby girl is gonna suck your pretty cock.” Ash murmurs to him. “You’ve done amazing, my slut. Can’t wait for you to cum for me… for us.” He presses his lips to Luke’s again, and then Luke looks to you, wanting a kiss. You let him deepen it. 

There’s some shifting, getting Luke into position and you and Ash situated. Luke holds onto your thigh, to ground himself as Ash pushes himself in, he almost loses it immediately when your mouth surrounds his cock. He tugs on you, trying to resituate you in a way he wants, pulling you so your over his face while you blow him. He wants to taste you. 

“Lukey… baby boy.” Ash coos, “hold it as long as you can for daddy, ok?” 

Luke half heartedly agrees as he pushes his face against your core, lips wrapping immediately around your sensitive clit. He pulls your hips down on his face and you gasp, pulling your mouth off his cock. 

“What’s wrong?” Ash asks, working a teasingly slow rhythm for Luke. 

“He’s… ahh… like that Peachy.” You praise.

“Gotcha,” Ash grins, understanding your distress. “I wanna watch him cum.” Ash mentions and you grin back at him, nodding. He keeps it slow, 

And then Luke is whining, pulling his face away from you to let out moans, he quickly taps the back of your thigh and you pull off his cock. You take one look at him, and resign to sit next to him. “I’m gonna cum.” He groans to you. 

“You’re supposed to, Peachy.” You gently caress his face, scratch at his little bit of stubble and lean in to kiss him. He bites your lip and moans loudly into your mouth as  Ash hits a particular spot in him. 

“That’s it.” Ash says, “give it, slut, it’s what you’ve been wanting all night.” It sounds loving coming out of his mouth though, instead of the rough sound it usually has. 

Luke lets out another low moan, and then his cum starts spurting, Ash drives his hips in one more time and grabs Luke’s cock to milk every last drop of cum out of him, slowly sliding his hand over the shaft and squeezing at the tip. 

“Impressive load, Peachy.” You murmur, threading your fingers in his hair. 

He gives you a tired smile and gently rubs his finger tips over your skin, “thank you baby girl.” He winces as Ash pulls out and then Ash sits next to you, “thank you daddy.” He murmurs to Ash, staring at both of you. 

“You came a lot Lukey, don’t think I’ve ever seen you cum so much.” Ash mentions. 

He has cum all over his chest and stomach, and not just the usual couple ropes, it was more than you’d seen from either of them. Ash runs his fingers through some and holds them to your lips. You open your mouth and take them in, cleaning them off, “taste so good, Peachy.” You moan. 

“Did so good, baby boy.” Ash praises. “I’m so proud of you.” Luke watches in awe as you feed some of Luke’s cum to Ash. He groans, “I always forget how good you taste.” Ash kisses you, “we should let him have some. He worked hard for that orgasm, he should know how good it tastes.” 

“I think that’s a great idea.” You lean over and lick some cum off Luke’s chest and then lean in to kiss him, you push the cum into his mouth and suck his bottom lip as he tastes and swallows. You pull away and look at him, caressing the side of his face, “you were so good for us, Peachy.” You grin. He gives you a bit of a dopey smile. 

“My pretty little cum slut.” Ash grins, he runs his fingers through more of the cum, “you wanna lick it off baby girls tits? I know I do.” He asks Luke, smirking at you. He reaches over and rubs it on your nipple, “let him have it.” 

Luke sits up to get your nipple, mostly because he wants you to hold him, or someone to hold him. He realizes the haze of the orgasm isn’t lifting, and he feels needy, but not like when he needed to cum, he just needs to be held, and keep hearing how good he was, how proud they are, how much they love him, how he’s theirs. 

He moves his tongue over your nipple, grabbing onto you at the waist. You grab for him too, tangling fingers in his hair, holding him close to your body. You look at Ash and he knows exactly why. 

“Let’s get our boy cleaned up.” Ash murmurs, “then we can all go lay in bed.” 

You end up in the shower in Ash’s en suite, it’s the only one big enough for the two of them, and you. Luke’s body relaxes under the hot water, and you and Ash take time scrubbing him clean of all the dirty words scrawled on his skin, murmuring ‘I love you’ and ‘I’m proud of you.’ Ash keeps referring to him as ‘his’ or ‘ours’ and you’re both showering him in physical affection. 

You notice that the terms showing ownership seem to keep him the most relaxed so you start murmuring that he’s your Peachy and you’re so in love with him while you hold him as Ash goes to get towels for the two of you. 

You settle into bed and Luke immediately curls into you, Ash goes to get waters for the three of you. He crawls in the bed on Luke’s other side and Luke immediately goes to him, resting his head on Ash’s shoulder. You push yourself against Luke’s back, pressing soft kisses to his skin. 

“My baby boy.” Ash murmurs, holding his face as he leans in for a kiss. “Proud of both of you tonight, but especially you Lukey. Didn’t complain about anything and took everything. Glad you’re both mine.” 

Luke hums and the three of you lay quietly for a while, he shifts, laying on his stomach, his head on Ash’s chest, he pulls you to him. Encouraging you to lay on him. You rest your head on his back and gently rub your hand up and down his side, Ash has his fingers threaded in Luke’s curls. Luke likes being between the two of you. He feels safe and relaxed, he’s where he belongs. 

The haze starts to lift a little and he looks up at Ash for a kiss. “Hey there handsome.” Ash whispers. 

“I love you.” Luke whispers to him, he touches your hand, “ love you too, beautiful.” He lets out a little sigh, “thank you for tonight.” 

“Didn’t mean to leave you hanging Lukey.” Ash says, meaning to apologize again. 

“I know daddy, I need to ask for what I need next time.”

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Wildflower

Soulmate AU where things in your life appear as flowers tattooed on your skin, each with their own meaning. Inspired by this enjoltaire fic because it bangs and a little bit of skam s2.

Chapter One

Calum set his neatly wrapped gift for Michael upon the designated table deep into the living room, conveniently placed next to what was to become the drinks table. He turned around upon hearing a thud behind him only to find Luke watching the bottles roll away from his feet, hand still gripping the handles of a ruptured plastic bag.

“For fucks sake, Luke,” Calum chuckled as he strolled over, an amused smile on his lips. “What made you think that carrying ten litres worth of drinks in a plastic bag would be a good idea?”

“I didn’t think,” he confessed with a small laugh, his unbuttoned shirt showing the place where the green carnation met the bold amaryllis on his chest.

Luke had grown so much since the small carnation bloomed on his chest while watching ‘Romeo and Juliet’ in his english class, aged thirteen. He was confused when everyone began to whisper something he could clearly tell was about him when getting changed for PE. He was confused when someone yelled “Luke’s a faggot!” while pointing to where he felt a tingling sensation a few hours prior. He was confused until he looked down at his chest, realisation finally dawning on him. That same day a second flower appeared on his ribcage. A geranium, symbolising true friendship, as Calum defended him to the class. Calum’s ankle bloomed the same flower too. It took years before the proud amaryllis bloomed by its side, Luke finally ready to show the world his pride.

Calum carried the bottles to the table two by two while Luke unloaded the mixers from the other bag with angelica covered hands. Inspiration.

The birthday boy finally walked in with a wide grin, arms excitedly dropping over his two friends’ shoulders in an attempt to hug them simultaneously while they wished him a happy birthday.

“Thank you, and thanks for helping boys,” Michael told them cheerfully, breath exposing the celebratory shot he had already taken before the party had even started. “I think we ought to put half of these outside so it’s not too crowded in here, don’t you think?” He asked the pair, arm going over Luke’s head to clutch the vodka.

Michael’s forearm was covered from wrist to elbow in pale blue forget-me-nots, the soulmate flower that represented true love. He got it on that trip to Bali all those years ago when he met Charlotte and greeted her with a one armed hug, forget-me-nots blooming where his arm met her back. Luke’s left shoulder was also decorated by the same flower from when Adrián, his current boyfriend, tapped it to grab his attention, returning the wallet he had oh-so-conveniently left upon the table.

Calum didn’t have forget-me-nots.

“I think that your wish is my command, birthday boy,” Calum agreed, grabbing two bottles by the neck to take them outside. That’s where he found Ashton, lining the edge of every surface with LED lights.

Ashton couldn’t bloom. No friendly geraniums, no innocent daisies, no humble bluebells. No flower, no matter how deeply he felt any emotion, decorated his skin. He cried in Calum’s arms the day his soulmate bloomed the forget-me-nots under his touch. He cried because he thought he wouldn’t have a soulmate; cried because a part of him hoped that if any flower was powerful enough to etch his skin, it would be the one to represent the truest and deepest of loves. Tattoos of any flower were illegal so Ashton always hid the skin he was ashamed of beneath long-sleeved clothes. As much as Calum hated his flowers, he was glad he wasn’t like Ashton. He would hate to be an outcast.

“Who’s up for a duet?” yelled a voice where the karaoke machine was set up, a few hours into Michael’s birthday bash. Something deep within him compelled Calum to leave his beer in Luke’s hand and join in, taking a microphone from the stranger’s hand.

He had never seen anyone like her.

Flowers were etched into every bit of skin Calum’s eyes could reach. Chrysanthemums, lavenders, lilacs, bluebells and peonies, and that was only what he could see on the arm she had extended towards him. Joy, distrust, confidence, humility, shame. She lifted a brow at his looming gaze, equal parts accustomed and displeased, before hitting start.

There was a three second countdown before Calum sang the opening of ‘The Time Of My Life,’ encouraging the surrounding crowd to cheer. He smiled watching Michael pull Charlotte into his arms to dance with him. Smiled as everyone else paired off to sway to the music or sang along. Smiled at the girl when he faced her to harmonise in the chorus, eyes subconsciously dropping to the pink camellia on her collarbone. Longing and desire. She turned away with a frown to face the lyrics instead, away from Calum’s curious eyes. She refused to meet his eyes again until the song ended with the cheers from Michael’s friends.

“I’m sorry,” Calum said as he chased behind the girl, her eye on the drinks table. “I didn’t mean to offend you in any way, I’m really sorry.”

“You can’t be that sorry if you did it twice,” she replied with an air of false carelessness, grabbing an empty cup. He had to lean close to hear her, close enough to smell the sweetness of her perfume. She was quick to pull away before he accidentally grazed the colourful skin of her shoulder, refusing to let him into her personal space. “Here’s a quick tip: you’ve got a couple neurons and muscles to control where your eyes go, might wanna try using them sometime.” The malice in her voice struck deep into Calum’s marrow who was left there dumbfounded, watching her curls bounce as she walked away with a fresh rum and coke.

He didn’t see her again for the rest of the party.

Calum traced over the pink carnation on his wrist: the symbol of motherly love. Apparently he bloomed it at age two on a hot summer’s day at the pool. Being the mischievous toddler he was, he took advantage of his parents being distracted while looking for his snack to run off towards the big pool and hop into the water. His mother’s heart dropped once she noticed his little legs running away. He was only submerged for a few seconds before a nearby swimmer hoisted him up and out, the poor toddler crying from the shock. His mother told him off as she held the tearful boy to her chest, not letting Calum out of her arms once for the rest of their day out. A smile pulled at her lips when she noticed the flower later on in the evening, one of the first since the careless incident. She was happy that his first bloom was something he would be able to treasure for the rest of his life.

“Pass me the silver one,” ordered Michael, snapping Calum out of his thoughts. He nodded, pulling the requested tinsel from the cardboard box to give to his friend. It was the first week of december, a week closer to partying like crazy as the clock strikes twelve, and Calum found himself helping Michael decorate his christmas tree.

“Shouldn’t you be doing this with Charlotte?” Calum couldn’t help but ask as he untangled the blue tinsel, “just seems like a very coupley thing to do.”

“Are you insinuating that we’re not a couple?” teased his friend as he spun around the tree, strategically wrapping the silver tinsel around the leaves. “And no, because apparently I turned into a bossy little bitch last year and she doesn’t feel like dealing with that again.”

“And yet she still married you, bossy little bitch and all,” Calum commented as they chuckled.

“That’s what soulmates are for.”

Calum hummed, the topic of soulmates and love always being the one to silence him. It’s not that he didn’t believe in love, he saw it every day. He saw the love Michael felt for Charlotte when he teared up as she walked down the aisle. He saw the love Luke felt for Adrián whenever he’d surprise Luke with whatever flower he picked on his way to see him, ready to tuck it into his curls. He could see the love Ashton felt for Rosie when he couldn’t seem to let go of her hand, no matter where they were. Calum couldn’t deny the existence of love. What he could deny however was the existence of his own soulmate, someone who’s character complimented his own in every aspect. Someone who would be willing to deal with his ups and downs and love him every step of the way. The concept just seemed too unrealistic to the pessimistic man.

“Cheer up, you’ll find her,” Michael reassured him with a comforting squeeze to the shoulder, knowing exactly where his friend’s mind had run off. Calum offered him a tight-lipped smile as he placed the final bauble on a branch, stepping back to watch Michael place the star up top. The doorbell rang a few seconds later, eliciting a delighted cheer from the pair.

“I’ll get the pizza, try not to fall off of the stool while I’m gone,” Calum joked as he made his way towards the door.

That’s when he saw her.

The flowers that filled every inch of her arms were covered by a woollen jumper this time, but it was still her. She looked surprised too, not expecting him to be the one to receive her at the door. Her surprised expression only lasted a few seconds it morphed into a displeased demeanour.

“Are you going to let me in, or what?” she asked him coldly, clearly unamused by his presence. Calum muttered an apology under his breath as he moved out of the doorway, shutting the door once she was in Michael’s apartment. He shot his friend a confused look as he watched him engulf her in a hug.

“Rory didn’t have anything to do this evening so I just invited her to hang out with us. That’s fine with you, right?” Michael told Calum quietly when she had gone to grab them some beers from the kitchen, earning an approving hum from Calum. Unlike Rory, he didn’t have a grudge against her.

Something made Calum feel out of place as he sat with them on the sofa, silently eating his pizza as they made comments about the film he didn’t choose to watch. He’d occasionally hum in agreement with Michael’s opinions regarding the scene. He wasn’t expecting Rory, or anyone for that matter, to show up and spoil the time he wanted to spend with his friend. He hated feeling out of control of the situation. He hated feeling like an outsider.

“I looked for you, you know?” Calum muttered when Michael went to answer Charlotte’s call, knowing they’d have a good few minutes to themselves.

“You’re stalking me?” Rory questioned with a hint of sarcasm in her voice, giving him a quick glance.

“I meant at the party,” Calum explained, holding back a ‘dumbass’ while running a hand through his blonde locks. “I wanted to apologise to you again.”

“Look, Cam,” she said, turning to face the apologetic man. “I don’t need your apology. You saying sorry does literally nothing, so save it. Everyone else manages to stare at my shitty blooms without repenting. I doubt it’ll be hard for you to learn to do the same.” There was that malice again, the same poison she spoke with last time. Calum was taken aback by how coldly Rory treated him. He didn’t understand the reason behind her harsh words, nor why she wouldn’t just accept it and move on. At this point, he didn’t want to either.

“What’s wrong with you?” frustration forced Calum to ask, aggravated with her behaviour. “I know your blooms are personal and I know I shouldn’t have stared at them, but that doesn’t justify you acting like a bitch towards me. What happened that made you have such an inferiority complex that you just have to be rude to people who try to be nice to you to feel cool?” Calum spat, arms folding over his chest. “Were you never validated as a child, or what? Did mommy never compliment your drawings? Or did daddy never come to any of your ballet recitals? You were still wearing an A cup 8th grade and you were bullied for it?” He questioned replicating the tone she had used to talk to Cal. “Whatever it is, you have to seriously get over it and start behaving like a normal fucking person. Stop feeling sorry for yourself and grow up.”

Suddenly, Calum began to feel a tingling sensation on his hip, cutting off his furious speech. Rory watched in confusion as he lifted up his shirt to see his new bloom, horror painting his features as he realised what flower he will be tainted with forever. A petunia. Anger. Neither of them spoke as Calum slowly let go of the fabric, hoping to calm down as soon as possible. And then he left. Calum just stood up and walked out of the room, out of the apartment, out into the streets. He sat in his car, staring blankly at the steering wheel. Nobody wanted a bad bloom. And Calum now had two.

Calum’s phone buzzed in his pocket, probably Michael asking for an explanation for his sudden departure. But it wasn’t Michael. It was a message from an unknown number.

“I’m sorry.”

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Going the Distance

Inspired by @aestheticcalhood on ig (bolded is was she tweeted) and this. Some of y’all be mad that our mans cut his hair again. Dejalo if he likes it then he likes it. This was originally going to be about the G’Day USA event, but I rewrote it lol

Summary: Cal somehow convinced Sol’s dad into letting her travel to Australia with him and the boys for the Fire Fight Australia benefit concert. Actions then show, how they’ll go the distance for each other.

Word count: 5.3k words

Warnings: Some smut I wasn’t planning on writing lol 

maybe angst??

Enjoy <3

“That was wild. Sandy from Grease hugged me. I can’t believe she just confirmed that me, Sol Mariana Gutierrez-Solano, is cute. I mean obvio, but Olivia fucking Newton-John called me cute.” I blabbed to Cal when we got to the hotel room. 

We were going to stay with Cal’s mom, Joy, but since she lives on the other side of Sydney, it would be a waste of time driving back and forth from her house to the main part of Sydney. Cal held the door open for me to enter. Before going in, I held onto his shoulder as I kicked off my boots.. But Cal made sure to wake me up when Alice Cooper was performing, so we can go watch him out with the crowd. He told me to stay down there while they performed, so he can just come back and watch Queen right after.

“When was that? Because you were asleep everytime I would go over and check on you.” He teased without looking at his phone. Earlier today we were at the Fire Fight Australia, FFA, benefit concert. Cal and Joy picked me up from the airport and drove us straight to the stadium where the concert was being held because they had sound check. The second we got to their greenroom I passed out on one of the many couches. 

“It’s not my fault I can’t sleep during flights, so I’ve been up for over 16 hours. On top of that I pulled all nighters the past few nights to get my school shit done, so I can enjoy some days in Australia. Because my best friend somehow convinced my overprotective dad to let me cross the Pacific Ocean for a few days just as I settled into spring semester.” I argued while trying to pull off my‒Cal’s jacket off. I sat on the floor and pulled out some sweats, also Cal’s, to change into. 

On the drive to the stadium he had me change into their Friends of Friends merch to promote while I walked around. Olivia also thought my t-shirt was cute too so...

After a few seconds of silence, I looked back at Cal, and he was still on his phone. I drowned the pang of jealousy that crossed my heart, thinking that he was talking to someone. Though it’s been months since he talked to someone. 

Luke casually mentioned it to me, a few days before they left for Sydney, when Crystal asked us about our, the bands plus me, Valentine’s Day plans.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, scrolling and pausing every three seconds to read whatever he was looking at. I watched his frown deepen. I know that look on his face. It happens when he’s over thinking something, like when he can’t  get the right line for a song. 

“Hey, you okay?” I asked with concern. 

“Do you think I made a mistake?” Cal  ran his hand over his freshly cut hair.

“With what?” I asked, sitting next to him.

“Buzz cutting my hair.” He looked up at me. I looked down at his phone. From what I could read, there’s a bunch of fans tweeting that they wanted the curls back and were upset that he cut them. They’re still not over it? They had the same response a few weeks ago at the G’Day USA event.I anonymously went off on a few Tumblr accounts that complained about his hair the day after the event. They cared more about his hair than the fact that he was being selfless and spent his birthday rehearsing his butt off to perform for a benefit concert that hit close to home.

Malagradesidas, they can’t appreciate shit. 

“I still can’t believe you keep going to my cousin, so he can cut it.” I said, trying to lighten up his mood. 

“You said he’s in barber school.” He replied defensively. 

“For three years,” I pointed out to him. He was about to say something, but I continued, “it’s a ten month program. They still have him work with the mannequin heads. I’m surprised your head is still attached.”  

“Sol , jokes aside, what do you think of it?” He asked, the question heavy with insecurities. 

“Honestly?” I asked. On my knees, I  got behind him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he held onto my arms. I try not to think of the heat he’s giving off and how that makes me feel some typa way.

Then I finally say, “ From a fan’s perspective, I think that we should stop worrying about your hair. We should acknowledge the fact that you’re more happy and confident with yourself, which should be all that matters. Personally, I fucking love it. I mean it really suits your current style and vibe. Sure you looked good with curls, can’t deny the facts,the buzz-cut just represents how you’ve matured and grown as an artist.” 

“Really?” Cal asked quietly, a little surprised that I told him all of that, but at the same time he sounded relieved that I did.

“Pinky swear.” I held out my pinky to him, so he can interlocked his. 

After a few minutes I unwrapped my arms from him and laid down near the nightstand. I reached for the room service menu on the nightstand. Cal followed suit. He tapped my legs, so he can rest in between them as I rubbed his head. 

This kinda became our thing. It started when they were touring with the Chainsmokers, and their team asked me to go on tour with them. That summer I interned at their management's studio shadowing one of their music producers that helped produce their CALM album. They wanted me to get a feel of what touring was like and other aspects of the music industry, for the future, and to add to my resume. I agreed, much to my dad’s dismay because it meant taking a semester off. 

 Anyways, one day while the boys waited until they had to go back on stage and perform ‘Who Do You Love,’ there were no open seats for Cal to sit, so it kinda just happened. Luke had a field day when it first happened. Because I may have accidentally called him drunk, crying about how I have hella feels for Cal, when I meant to call my cousin, Lucas. After that I changed Lucas to Pelucas.

“I’m hungry. What’s a Halal snack box?” I asked. The only thing I recognized on the menu was fish and chips. 

“They’re similar to carne asada fries, but Middle Eastern.” He explained. He pushed himself up and rested his head on my nonexistent boobs, pushing my shirt up with him. I try to ignore the heat one of his arms is giving off as he’s resting it on the exposed part of my stomach. 

“That sounds good.”

“You’re going to eat that at,” he lifted his head to look at the alarm clock, “2 in the morning?” He asked, looking up at me. 

“Yeah, it’s not like I never eat at one am. I am a college student.” I shrugged. I reached over to grab the phone and order it, but half with no meat for Cal. 

The lady told me that they will send it up in fifteen. Cal went to get his laptop, so we could finish watching Nailed It! France. We were facetime watching it while I was at the airport yesterday. Today? A few days ago? Honestly, I’m not sure what day it is. 

“You actually got it done.” Cal said as he crawled over me. 

“What?”

“Your ‘whetu’ tattoo.” He said, rubbing the tattoo over with his thumb. I wonder how his thumb would if he were to rub my cli-

“Yeah, I was in Guadalajara with my cousins. Kenny’s girlfriend’s brother is a tattoo artist. I was like fuck it and got it done. Plus, I’m able to hide it. You know my dad.” I said, pulling down my shirt. I was basically showing him my bralette covered my nonexistent boobs to him. 

We both got our nicknames tattooed. On good days I like calling him ‘frutita’ which means little fruit in Spanish because kiwi is a little fruit. Mama Hood was actually the first one to call me ‘whetu,’ which is star in Maori. Then Cal started to call me that  just to tease me, but it kinda stuck. The nickname played out well because my name is literally sun in Spanish. I had planned on getting it tattooed on my ankle, but I love wearing rolled up jeans. So it became a big no because my dad would have murdered me, so I went with getting it on my rib like Cal did. 

“How did you manage to get it done? You’re the most ticklish person I know.” 

“I had like six Palomas in my system and didn’t feel shit. I could get run over again and not feel anything.” 

“I still can’t believe you walked to school after getting hit by a car.” Cal said, shaking his head; once again moving my shirt up.

In the beginning of my summer internship Cal made a comment on how I'm always on time to things. I casually brought up that I'm so punctual that I got run over while I was walking to school my senior year, but I quickly got up and continued walking. I made it to my math class before the warning bell rang. In my defense the car had left, and I was doped up on adrenaline. 

“I had a test for IB Math HL, and it was critique day in IB Art. I couldn't not go."

"You're insane."

"But you love me." I smiled, rubbing his hair once more. 

A few minutes later we heard a knock on the door. Cal went to retrieve our food while I went to the bathroom to change into the sweats I left out earlier. 

He came back after a couple of minutes. "Sorry that took a bit. The lady’s daughter was a fan and asked for a picture.” 

“Oh that’s sweet of you." I said, reaching over for the tray of food. 

We ate in silence, occasionally laughing at the contestants’ misfortunes. I’m not sure how, but I ended up cuddling with Cal. I sat between his legs with my back to his chest. One of his arms was casually wrapped around me. I felt his chest rise and fall every time he laughed when the main judge would make a face at what the contestants were doing. After two episodes, I stopped paying attention to the show. I started to get jittery and moved around trying to get comfortable. I accidentally hit a bump on Cal’s thigh, and he let out a moan in my ear sending shivers down my body. I turned around to look at him. My eyes glanced down at his lips. Then I looked up and met his eyes. I did the unthinkable and kissed him.

I pulled away seconds later. 

“What the fuck Sol?” Cal asked, pushing me away. . 

Ya me chingue. 

I swallowed hard, "I'm sorry. I shouldn’t have um, I’m sorry."

"Yeah, you shouldn’t have. Look, I'm gonna take a shower and go to bed. Let’s just pretend nothing happened." He mumbled past me. 

Nomás que chilles, I told myself.

I wanted the bed to swallow me whole. I curled up in a ball on the bed near the edge, but not too close to the edge where I could fall, nor close enough to Cal. I covered myself with my blanket. 

Cal came out a few minutes later and got under the covers on his side. A blanket of tension and awkwardness covered us.

In a matter of minutes, Cal was out cold. That was when I let out my silent tears. 

I'm an idiot. This shit would happen to me. 

I spent the whole night going over every single thing Cal has ever done for me. From defending me when some of his fans called me a clout chaser because I posted a picture with him at the beach after a long night in the studio. To flying my dad out to spend my birthday with me in the middle of their tour. To now, how he somehow convinced me my presence here was crucial for the success of the band. I stupidly let myself catch feelings for him. 

Some time in the middle of the night Cal reached over and pulled me to his chest in his sleep. I carefully lifted his arm off me and switched with a pillow. 

I couldn't stand being in bed with him and got up. I went over to the couches and started working on my paper for my philosophy class. It wasn't due until a few weeks from now, but I needed to occupy my brain on something other than Cal.

Cal's alarm rang, jostling him awake. From the corner of my eye I watched as he looked confused at the pillow and got up. He grabbed some denim jeans and his infamous sensations t-shirt from his suitcase and went into the bathroom. 

I heard a knock on the door and begrudgingly went to see who it was. 

"Hey. Why aren't you ready?" Luke greeted.

"I forgot about this extra credit thing that's due before midnight. Because attendance is part of my grade, I need all the points I can get with all these absences." 

"Oh, well you better be ready later. We are going to that deli cult later today." He said.

"Yellow Deli is not a cult, cult. It's just a chain of restaurants that play folk music." I defended my favorite place in my home town. 

While touring I would wander off to the Yellow Delis if they were close to the arena. After their show in San Diego, Cal and I detoured to the one in my hometown on our way to LA. My goal is to visit every single one around the world.

"Hey." Cal said behind me. 

"I should get back to work. Have fun." I replied, avoiding Cal's gaze.

"Bye, Sol."Luke said, waving as Cal pushed him out.

You poor obvious soul, Luke. 

I couldn't concentrate on the conclusion for my paper, so I hopped in the shower. I changed into some shorts and a backless tank top. 

I quickly called home to check in. I almost lost it when my dad started telling me how proud he was that I’m following my dreams and that I have good friends here to support me. 

I really want to go home. I could ask my dad, but I don’t know how to tell him that I made a complete fool of myself and let my feelings get the best of me. He was the one to teach me not to let my feelings get the best of me. 

I checked my messages and there's a bunch from Luke asking what happened between Cal and me. He even quoted Shawn Mendes because he 'could cut the tension with a knife.' The last one I read was that they couldn’t do Yellow Deli because they have an interview later today. I tossed my phone on the couch. 

Tiredness finally hit me, letting me doze off. When I woke up, I heard Cal in the bathroom talking to someone.

“I’ve missed you too, love… I can’t wait to see you...” He said to whoever he was talking to. 

I took a deep breath and got up to where my backpack was. I pulled on my airpods and scrolled through cooking videos on IGTV because I didn’t want to hear the rest when he got out. I pretended not to see Cal when he walked out of the bathroom in just his pants. 

I glued my eyes to my phone watching Martha Stewart make some caramelized mustard-marmalade wings. The wings actually looked good. That’s coming from a lemon pepper wings lover. It’s been a minute since I’ve had wings. 

“Sol.” Cal patted my leg, startling me and causing me to drop my phone on my face.

“Jesus, Cal.”

“Sorry, I er. Can you help me pick out a shirt?” He asked. 

In less than 24 hours this dude really rejects me without having a mature talk about it and now asks me to help him pick out a shirt for his date later.

“Yeah, um, what shoes are you wearing?” 

If you were to look up clown in the dictionary, my face would be the picture they provide you with.

The guys came by to get Cal for their interview. Luke had tried to convince me to go with them, but I easily played off that I wasn’t feeling well. It was a believable lie, they know about my sensitive stomach, especially when it comes to flavorless cardboard that’s trying to pass as Tex-Mex food.

I spent a good 30 seconds making a pros and cons list on why I should stay. Couldn’t think of a pro other than I can say that I’ve been to Australia. Everything else I came up with was in the cons part. Then and there I decided to book a flight back to LA. 

Was it immature that I was running from my problems? Yes, but I need to clear my head. I also need to start distancing myself from Cal, for the sake of salvaging our friendship.

After spending an hour with Chase, letting them know that it was me in Australia, and that I wanted to buy a plane ticket, they still needed a few days to process and make sure it really is me. I ended up calling my cousin. 

“Pelucas, can you do me a favor?” I asked.

“Hey, baby, what’s the matter? How’s the land down under? Have you met any of the Hemsworth brothers?”

“Can you book me a flight? The minute I land, I’ll venmo you the money. I can’t be here anymore.” I said, trying to keep my voice from cracking, but failing miserably. 

“Yeah, everything alright?” He asked. 

“Um, not really but I’ll tell you about it when I get home.”

 I stayed with him until he booked the flight. It leaves tomorrow after 11 in the morning. I started fixing my duffle bag. I stared at the pile of clothes I left neatly folded on the couch. It took everything in me not to put Cal’s clothes, the ones I had collected after he would let me borrow them, in my bag. What I did keep was his Empathy hoodie he lost to me in a bet. 

I couldn’t fully leave him all away. 

Luke came by to check in with me and told me that Cal was with his cousins and might come home late. That part of me was slightly relieved that he didn’t end up going on a date. 

When Cal came back, showered and went to bed while I pretended to sleep. 

Around six in the morning, I quickly changed into jeans and slipped on my shoes. I left Cal a note with some bullshit excuse about school. 

Fourteen excruciating hours later, I was in LA. After getting my bags, I went to the Chase atm and took out $500 for Lucas. He was waiting for me at the loading zone. I quietly climbed in his car. 

“Here, baby,” He said, handing me his Starbucks cup, “from the look on your face, you need it more than me.”

“Thanks.” I mumbled taking a small sip. I almost gagged from how sweet it was.  

“So…”

“Oh, here. I’ll give you the rest later. The atm only lets me get out $500 at a time.” I said putting the money in the cup holder. 

“That’s not what I meant.” 

“I know, can we talk later? I just want to get some sleep.” 

“Okay, baby.” 

We got back to our apartment in less than 40 minutes. I silently went into my room. I quickly showered and slipped on my cloud pajamas and Cal’s Empathy hoodie before climbing onto bed. 

I haven’t even bothered checking my phone since letting my dad know that I’m coming back early. When I turned it on, I was flooded with twenty missed calls from Cal and a bunch of texts from the guys asking why I left. Turning it back off, I went to sleep.

Hours later a pounding on the door woke me up. If Santos, my neighbor’s ex boyfriend, is drunk again and causing another scene, I won’t hesitate to call the police. I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost two in the afternoon. Oops. 

“Sol, open the door. Your cousin just told me you’re here when I saw him in the parking lot.” Cal called from the otherside. 

Pinche Lucas.

I walked over and unlocked the door. He let himself in. 

“You have some fucking nerve, Sol. After I fly you out-”

“If you’re mad about the money I can Venmo it to you.” I snapped at him.

“I could care less about that. You can’t just leave the country without telling me!”

“Honestly, Cal, if you flew across the Pacific Ocean just you yell at me, get out.”

“You’re acting childish. You kissed me and you ran away, plain and simple, Sol. We agreed to put it behind us.”

“No, you practically demanded that we do. I can’t just put it behind me. I would be lying to myself about how I feel about you if I did.” I said,  my voice cracking at the end. I turned away, embarrassed that I’m crying in front of him.

“Luke called me an idiot.” He said after a few minutes passed. “Even called me out on my bullshit. I spent most of the flight thinking about what he said, and I think he’s right.”

“What did he say?” I asked quietly.

“That I’m a coward. Apparently, it’s obvious as fuck to everyone, how I feel about you, but me.” He chuckled to himself, but continued. “I was… am afraid of these feelings I have for you. Not because of you, but because I never felt anything like it. Your kiss caught me off guard, so I did what I always do; push people away. What I didn’t expect was for you to also push me away.  When I woke up and saw that you were missing I freaked out. Then I saw my clothes that I gave you on the couch and got angry at myself. For being an idiot.”

“I love you, Cal.” The words escaped my lips, like they had a mind of their own. 

"Yeah?” He asked. I slowly nodded. "I love you as well. Can I kiss you properly?" 

I grabbed his face and met his lips with mine. This time the kiss was perfect. Cal pushed me against a wall, deepening the kiss. We fought for dominance, but I let him have it. He descended from my jaw down to my neck. 

"Bedroom." I panted as he continued kissing all over my neck. 

He pulled away and led me to my room. He pushed off all of my things from the bed. I climbed onto the bed. Cal slipped off his shirt before joining me. I reached down to remove his hoodie, but he stopped me. 

"Keep it. I want you to ride me with it on." He whispered in my ear before lightly biting it. I moaned before I pulled his lips back to mine. Without breaking the kiss, he spread my legs to fit between them. I felt him harden against my thigh as he grinded himself on to me. 

"Do you want me to eat you out or skip all of that and just go for it?" He asked, pulling away from me. 

"Um..."

“Yeah?” 

All I can do is nod. 

I kissed him once more before tugging on his sweats. I desperately want to make a comment on his lack of underwear, but Cal manages to take off my pajamas. I only realized when he pushed aside my panties and two of his fingers teased my entrance before entering me. I let out an embarrassing moan earning a snort from Cal. He tried gripping my hip with his other hand, but his hoodie kept getting in the way.

“This is so fucking annoying.” He mumbled. He pulled off his hoodie while he continued moving his fingers at a delicious pace. 

“Holy shit, Sol.” He groaned in my ear. I’m about to come by him just groaning my nickname.

Cal hovered over me. He leaned down again, meeting my lips. His hands sync up with his lips as they wander down my body. Fingers deftly run over my breasts as his lips follow kissing down my breasts. He continued his journey, kissing down to where I wanted him the most. 

Cal slowly peeled off my panties and situated himself in between my thighs. He put my thighs over his shoulders and slowly kissed up my thigh. 

“Cal, please.” I begged. 

“Please what?” He teased as he smirked.

One of his hands wandered to my entrance, and in a teasing manner he rubbed me right where I wanted him to fuck me. Fuck, I need him in me so bad.

“Cal, I fucking swear. Please.” I moaned.

That’s when I felt him taste me; his tongue slowly circled my clit. I lay there frozen. I couldn’t look away. He met my gaze as his ring and middle entered me while he continued to have me with his tongue. 

“Cal!” I cried in pleasure as I came undone. 

Cal unwrapped my legs from his shoulders. I pushed him off me. I reached down to the little door on my nightstand and grabbed a tampon box where I hid my condoms and tossed him one. He quickly opened it and slid it on. 

Cal teased me as he rubbed himself on my folds. I whined, slightly sensitive to what he did to me a minute ago, but ready to have him in me. 

If he doesn't do something, I will push him off and get myself off. 

Cal grabbed my hips, slowly pushed himself in; he filled me completely. He looked at me, probably gauging my reaction. I nodded and he began to move; it took me a few seconds to adjust to him.

My hands gripped his arms, and I lifted my hips to meet each of his thrusts. Cal’s grip on my hips tightens as he met my thrusts in slower, rougher and deeper movements just how I like it. After a few minutes, I grew tired and let him continue thrusting into me. Cal reaches a spot that sends chills all over my body. Our lips met again, and they have the same urgency as his thrusts. I started to feel my orgasm coming closer. One of his thrusts caught me off guard, and I clenched around him. It caused him to stop his movements and softly groan a curse into my shoulder.

“Cal, I’m-”

“I know, ” He groaned. “I got you, Sol.”

He started thrusting into me again, but this time in fast yet deep strokes. My orgasm took me by

surprise. I yelled out Cal’s name. He lifted his head and smirked.

After my high fades away, he continued to have me like before: slow and rough. A few minutes later, his thrusts grew sloppy, he’s about to come.

“Cal.” I managed to groan as I clenched around him again. He’s really gonna make me come again, and I haven’t recovered from the first one.

“Shit, come for me.” And I did. Cal thrusted a few more times before I felt him release in the condom. He pulled out, and collapsed next to me. Our breathing is loud and heavy, like we just ran a marathon.

“You’re incredible,” he panted, pulling off the condom and throwing it in the bin.

“I know.” I shrugged. He playfully rolled his eyes at me. I gave him a quick peck before I got out of his bed. He rolled over and grabbed my hand, stopping me.

“Where are you going?”

“The bathroom,” I snorted, picking up his hoodie, “I’ll be right back.” 

I went into the bathroom and quickly did my business. Before putting on his hoodie, I stared at myself in the mirror. Cal left marks on my hips from where he was grabbing me. He left some hickies around my neck and collarbone. Those are going to be a bitch to cover up. I wonder if I left him any. 

I walked out, and he’s just in grey sweatpants. If he asked, I would be ready for round two. 

“Are you gonna come to bed or just stare at me?” Cal asked.

 I rolled my eyes and walked over. I got in a comfortable spot on the bed as Cal opened my legs so he could rest on my chest. I ran my fingers over his hair.

“I miss this hoodie.” He said after a few minutes of silence. I was so close to falling asleep.

“You lost that fair and square. Who bets that they can out swim a nationally ranked swimmer?” I asked as a matter of fact. 

“You cheated.” He accused.

“No, I didn’t. Not my fault that you never asked about my swimming experience.” I countered.

“No wonder you were so confident in betting your dad’s Mustang.”

“Yet you still bet you could win.” 

“I love you,” he mumbles sleepily.

“I love you too,” I reply.

“I was talking to my hoodie.”

“Cal?”

“Yeah?”

“Go to sleep.”

Later that day, I woke up to an empty bed. My heart sank when I stupidly reached over to where Cal slept last night. Ugh, he probably regretted it and is trying to figure out a way to not make this awkward between us. Hell, I bet he’s on a plane back to Sydney.

I heard a crash from the kitchen and Cal cursing. I walked out to see what was the commotion. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you. I wanted to make chi-lakes for you and bring them to bed.” Cal said, his cheeks lightly flushed. He was really gonna make me chilaquiles. 

“Oh,” I managed to say. Okay, fuck those the thoughts I just had. 

“Yeah, I wasn’t sure if you added the tortilla chips before or after the sauce.”

“I’ll make them.” I pushed him away and got another pan. I moved the Costco bag of tortilla chips out of my sight. “Tortilla chips, really? My abuela would have hit you with a wooden spoon if she saw you. Chilaquiles are trash if you make them with tortilla chips.”

“Well, you’re out of tortillas.” 

“Nevermind then. What do I have?” I asked. 

“We can Postmates something.”

“Fine.” I said.

I could convince him to get Roscoe’s. I’ve been craving it for weeks.  

“Roscoe’s? I really want some waffles.” He suggested, showing me his screen.

“Yes, please.” I smiled

Cal quickly ordered our usual, the Big Mama Special and a side of waffles for him and Herb’s

Special with a side of mac and cheese for me. 

While we waited, he’d taken us to the couch. At first we were just watching the Kids Baking Championship, but I’m now sitting on his lap, sans hoodie, dealing with his never ending teasing because Cal can’t keep it in his hands to himself.

“Stop that, that shit fucking tickles.” I laughed as he blew raspberries on my ribs.

“Hey… shit, those are Sol’s tits.” I heard Lucas’ boyfriend say, then the door slammed. 

“On fucking god, Sol, if you’re both having sex in the couch.” Pelucas yelled from outside. Cal and I couldn’t stop giggling.

#calum hood imagine #calum hood #calum hood blurb #calum hood smut #calum hood fanfic #calum hood fanfiction #aestheticcalhood #yellow deli

[rosyrosethings]

Harry and Y/n broke up a while ago but decided to be friends but Harry gets sick and Y/n takes care of him.

This is kinda a part 2 Harry doesn’t love Y/n anymore. But you don’t have read part 1 or maybe you do. Depends on the person.

Part 1

Harry and Y/n decided to just become friends after the break up. Even though Harry left her for someone else. Y/n couldn’t really live without him. She knew all of her life and they were dating for about 5 years going on 6. So they’ve been best friends since the break up honestly. Even though Harry and his girlfriend didn’t work out. Y/n was still there for him even though he made a dumb decision by Leaving her. But she was starting to like her co star Luke. In the movie that she was playing in. Luke was awesome and beautiful. So she felt like everything was going back on track. She was staying at Her friends Bri apartment until she found her own apartment. But she spent most of her time at Luke’s house.

Today she realized she hasn’t talked to Harry in a while. So she decided to call him and see how’s he doing.

“Hello?” Harry answered sounding horrible. Her face immediately scrunched up.

“Hello? Is this Harry? Did you a rat crawl in your throat or something.” She laughed. Harry rolled his eyes. “No I’m sick.” He said following by a cute sneeze. Y/n frowned.

“So what are you doing to fix that?” She asked. He shrugged and realized she can see him.

“Nothing. I might order some uber eats and eat a burger.” He said,

“No you’re sick. You need a home cooked meal not freaking take out. Be there in 5!!” She said, hanging up the phone. Quickly getting dressed. Luckily Luke was not here so she didn’t have to tell him where she was going. So she left the house stopping by the grocery store to get some food to make Harry and went to his home. She knocked on the door. Harry took to long to answer so she used the key she never gave back. Once she opened the door revealed Harry looking so cute and puffy in a over sized sweater and joggers.

“If you’re gonna use your key then why knock. “ he sniffed turning around walking back to the couch he lied on the couch snuggling back up in his cover.

“Because you took to long to answer the door.” She said, as she locked the door behind her. Placing her keys on the table. Then walking over to Harry. He was so adorable she thought. She kneeled down to eye height with him. She placed her hand on his forehead.

“You’re burning up love and you’re all wrapped up in these covers.” She said, he looked up at her. “I’m cold and hungry.” His green eyes just as beautiful as ever. He was thinking about how beautiful she was without any makeup her skin was glowing as it always does. He really missed being able to kiss and touch her skin when he wanted to.

“I’m gonna make you some chicken noodle soup. I’d be right back.” She said as she got up taking the grocery bags going to the kitchen. Shortly after cooking she was back with home made chicken noodle soup.

“Okay Harry sit up so you can eat.” He obliged to her command and sat up. Wrapping the blanket around his shoulders. She placed the tray of food in his lap.

“You remember when i bought this and you said you were never gonna use it?” She said referring to the food tray. Harry rolled his eyes at her and smiled slightly . “Y/n can I just eat my noodles?”he asked,

“Of course love.” She said and she sat next to him. Looking up at the tv. Seeing that he was watching the office. “Gosh Harry you’re watching the office without me?”

“I thought we agreed to watch together on Netflix.” She said looking over at him.

“We did, But we were in a relationship back when that happen.” He said, slowly eating his soup.

“Ohh yea. Well the office is funnier when you have someone to watch it with.”

“You’re right and aren’t you here with me?” He asked,

“Yes.”

“Are we watching the office together?”

“Yes.”

“Well seems like everything is right where it’s supposed to be.” He said with a slight smirk. causing y/n to smile. She loved to spend time with Harry. It always made her happy. He sat the tray down on the coffee table in front of them. Y/n frowned. “Harry you didn’t finish your soup.”

“Because I’m cold.” He mumbled, laying his head on her shoulder. “I want you to cuddle me.” He said pouting. She sighed.

“I will cuddle you but you have to take some medicine first and finish your soup.”

“You promise?”

“I promise Harry. I’d even play in your hair.” Harry immediately perked up and took his soup not even using the spoon just slurping it through the bowl. Y/n laughed as he finished his soup quickly. Placing the bowl on the table. She handed him the little cup of blue thick liquid that was on the he tray.

“Now bottoms up.” Harry quickly took the blue liquid making a funny face. She handed him his glass of water that quickly gulped down after that nasty medicine. He placed the empty glass on the table.

“Now we cuddle?” She nodded laying back on the opening her arms for him. He took off his sweater. Revealing his perfectly sculpted chest. His tattoos were soo hot. Y/n had to quickly snap herself out of it.

“Noo you have to take this off. I like skin to skin contact. You know this.” He said tugging at her white tshirt. Y/n laughed looking down at her T-shirt. “Harry you know I’m not your girlfriend right? Shirts off Is girlfriend privileges.” She took his hand. “Now lay down.” He pouted but nodded.

“I bet Luke gets to see you shirtless.” He said pouting while snuggling into her chest. Realizing she doesn’t have on a bra on. She put her hands through his hair. “Go to sleep Harry.” But Harry didn’t wanna sleep. Today was there 6 year anniversary and he wanted to spend it with her. Harry begin to rub on her thighs. Y/n didn’t pay too much attention to it though. She was on her phone scrolling through her Instagram. Harry really missed her. He just wanted to be like this forever. He snuggled into her neck.

“Stay the night?” He asked, Y/n sighed.

“Harry I don’t knowww.” Y/n said skeptically. Y/n said biting her lip.

“You can’t leave me. Remember what happened last time when i got sick?” Harry said lifting his head up to look up at her. Y/n thought back to the time Harry had a temperature of 104 and he was sweating in the middle of the night. He had such a high temperature that he was delusional. He thought he was cold. Y/n was on the phone with the doctor all night.

“Okay fine.”

//

Y/n ended up falling asleep with Harry on her chest. Harry on the other hand was too busy watching her face to sleep. He didn’t sleep. He was scared if went to sleep she’d be gone and he didn’t wanna deal with that.

“If you keep staring I will get up and walk away.” She mumbled, eyes still closed. He chuckled and continue to looked down at her. Y/n phone started to ring. She groaned and grabbed it answering the call. She knew it was luke

“Yes?... I’m sorry I was sleeping.. im at a friends.” She said, followed by long silence. Harry looked up at her wanting to know what’s going on.

“You’re at Harry’s aren’t you?” Luke said, y/n but her lip.

“Yea he was sick and he had no one to take care of him.” She said like a young child explaining to her parent. Luke groaned angrily as he paced back and forth through his home.

“Y/n Harry is obviously still in love with you. he wants you back and you’re just falling into his trap!” Y/n rolled her eyes at Luke’s response. “Luke he left me.. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want me.”

“Y/n have you fucking looked in the mirror. You’re amazing and he realized what an asshole he is for leaving you!” He let out another groan in frustration. “Fine whatever. Fall for his game. I won’t always be here when he hurts you.” With that he ended the call. Y/n set down her phone with a sigh and looked down and the green eyed boy below her.

“What happened?” He asked, y/n laughed. “Nosy much?” She said back at him. She placed her hand on his forehead.

“You’re still warm. Let’s go upstairs and get you in bed.” She said, as she tried to sit up but the boy wouldn’t move. “C’mon Harry.”

“Are you gonna leave once we go upstairs?” He asked, as he sat up . His head down. Y/n frowned.

“Harry do you know what today is?Out of all dats to leave you alone why would I go today?” He couldn’t help to break into smile. She remembered it was there anniversary.

“I miss you. I’m sorry for what I did. I really need you in my life and I’m sorry.” He said looking up at her. She put her hands through his his hair and kissed his nose. “Harry how do I know you won’t just stop loving me again?”

“Marry me?” He asked, Y/n looked at him him confused trying to process what he said. “What?” She asked. Harry stood up

“Wait right here!” He demanded as he ran upstairs to his bed room going through his drawer on his dresser pulling out the small box and he quickly ran down stairs.

“I bought this right before I went on tour for our 6 year anniversary. I meant to give it to you once I came home but Instead I was being an asshole.” He said as he went down on one knee. He looked up at her sitting on the couch.

“Harry what are you doing?” She said, even though she knew exactly what he was doing.

“Y/n I don’t wanna live without you anymore. I don’t want to wake up to anyone else. I just want you. All of you and with this ring if you accept. I promise to love you forever and no one else. So will you marry me.”

“Yes, Yes, Yes!!”He grabbed her hand and slid the ring on her finger. She immediately wrapped her arms around him. ”I love you.”

” I love you more.” he said as he held her tightly.

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles smut #harry styles fluff

[calumcest]

masterlist

ok firstly please bear in mind most of these fics were written in 2014/15 when i was 16 so please do not judge their quality too harshly

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ao3

[there are some fics on there that i haven’t put here, mainly chaptered fics but some others too]

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drabbles (malum, lashton, cashton, mashton)

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lashton

i can count on the sun to shine

It’s not been the easiest of days, but it’s not been the roughest either, so Ashton’s half-surprised when Luke crawls into his lap and curls up in it, looping his arms around Ashton’s neck and nosing into Ashton’s neck, breath warm and even against Ashton’s skin.

my beating heart belongs to you

“God, you’re all sweaty,” Michael adds, and Ashton snorts because that is fucking rich coming from the guy whose sweat has disintegrated two shirts so far this tour. “That’s how Luke likes me,” Ashton fires back, and Calum pulls a face whilst Michael laughs. “What’s how I like you?” Luke asks, coming up behind Ashton and wrapping his arms around him, resting his chin on Ashton’s head.

young and in love (that should be enough)

“Ashton.” Luke draws out the second syllable, pouting to add effect to his words. “Lukey,” Ashton says, stringing out the second syllable too in a softly mocking manner. “What do you want?” “A cuddle,” Luke announces, “from my favourite boyfriend.”

say you’ll never change

@Luke5SOS: It feels like we’re ready to crack these days you & I

it feels like we’re ready to crack these days, you & i [extended version of above fic]

It’s not really that pathetic that Ashton’s got tweet and text notifications on for Luke. Not really.

we gamble with desire

“Guys,” Michael says, making his way into the back lounge. “Have you heard of fanfiction?”

rules of the band

In retrospect, it’s kind of Ashton’s fault that it all starts. He’d eaten the last of the Vegemite, something he knows Michael and Calum feel very strongly about, and it had resulted in a sheet of paper pinned to the fridge by a frog magnet that had ‘Rules of the Band’ scrawled in Calum’s handwriting at the top. Rules of the Band

      NOBODY WILL EAT THE LAST OF THE VEGEMITE!!!

soulmates

“Do you believe in soulmates?”

my friends are a different breed

“What’s happening?” Calum says, walking out into the living room. “Luke and Ashton weren’t kissing,” Michael informs him. Calum nods. “We weren’t,” Ashton says in what he hopes is a believable tone.

i’ve got a lot of friends who are stars

The city’s fucking beautiful at night.

dreams only last for a night

Luke prefers it when Ashton’s asleep.

happy father’s day dad :-)

@Calum5SOS: @Ashton5SOS happy Father’s Day dad :-)

my friends are everything

CH: Who’s eaten the last of the fucking vegemite

AI: wtf that was like rule number 1

my new comfort zone

It’s when it starts getting to the tense, anticipatory bit of the film where the gang of actual idiots are about to enter the house which Luke’s ninety-nine percent sure has a murderer in it, that’s when Luke whimpers and turns away from the screen, burying his face in the crook of Ashton’s neck.

as the night gets older of you i grow fonder

Luke’s eight when Ashton moves in next door. (based on the video for you belong with me)

coffee shop soundtrack

“Mind if I sit here?” the guy asks, and there’s a kind of apologetic hint to his tone. “Everywhere else is full.” Full? The coffee shop's never full- Oh. Apart from today, apparently. Every single seat is taken. “Oh, Luke says. “Uh. Sure.“

taking the long way home

“May we have your attention for flight BA8227,” the tinny voice of the announcement says, and Ashton’s stomach sinks. They never announce anything he wants to hear; there’s never any we’ve upgraded hardworking and broke session drummer Ashton Irwin to first class, he’s also been given unlimited air miles and a refund on his overpriced tuna melt. “We are sorry to announce that this flight is delayed by approximately seven hours. This is due to unforeseen adverse weather conditions. I repeat-”

if these walls could talk (they’ve seen way too many things)

The announcement comes late, at eight p.m., interrupting radio and TV broadcasts and flashing up on phone screens. Due to the current pandemic, the state is now on mandatory lockdown for three weeks. All citizens have until midnight to return to their places of residence. Those outside after midnight will be subject to severe penalties. Further information to follow. “You have to leave,” Ashton says. “You have to go.” Luke blinks. “They’re locking down the state.”

as he faced the sun he cast no shadow

Ashton doesn’t really realise he’s fallen out of love until it’s happened. 

you and i were fireworks that went off too soon (soulmate au)

chapter one ~ chapter two ~ chapter three ~ chapter four ~ chapter five ~ chapter six ~ chapter seven

The tattoos appear one Wednesday night. What’s yours?” Michael demands, sounding beside himself with excitement. Luke frowns. “What’s my what?” “Your tattoo.”

fight so dirty but your love’s so sweet

Luke hates a good ninety-five percent of his job. A solid thirty percent of that comes from the fact that he works as a receptionist at a hotel, which he thinks is possibly the most thankless job humanity could possibly have created. A further ten comes from the fact that his desk is right next to the kitchen, meaning mouth-watering smells are constantly wafting under his nose, and Luke’s not allowed to eat on shift. Fifty-five percent of it, though, is Ashton.  

there’s no time for running away now

It’s three a.m., and Ashton’s awake. On the surface, that might not appear to be a problem. And ordinarily, it wouldn’t be - ordinarily, Ashton would either roll over groggily, will sleep to come with every fibre of his being and maybe a quick prayer or two, or read something mind-numbingly boring like his urgent work emails to send him back to sleep. This, however, isn’t the most ordinary situation. Ashton is awake because of Luke.

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malum

make me a promise here tonight

“Calum,” Michael says, walking into the bunk area and stopping in front of Calum’s bunk. “Cal.” “What?” Calum asks, not looking up from his phone. “I think we should get married.”

we know this is the way it’s supposed to be

Calum’s always the first person Michael rings in an emergency. Like right now, for example. Right now’s an emergency. “What the fuck do you want, Clifford?” Calum groans, voice tinny through the shitty phone line, but he’s picked up after the first ring so Michael knows he doesn’t mean it. “I need help,” Michael says, trying to stop the phone from slipping down his chest from where it’s pressed between his shoulder and his ear. “Green, blue, or black?“

the first time i’ve seen love (and the last i’ll ever need)

“Tell me a story.” The words are whispered into the fabric of Calum’s shirt, and Calum’s arms tighten around Michael as he hums in response. It’s familiar, the situation, because it’s what Michael always asks for when he’s tired, scared, lonely, or just wants to hear Calum’s voice.

it should be criminal that you could be mine

He can’t help but get a little jealous when Ashton and Luke start properly dating, though. He can’t help but get jealous of the way Ashton’s always taking Luke out for dinner, always holding his hand, always buying him presents, always making these romantic gestures that Michael’s never had from Calum. (or calum’s version of a dinner date)

it always will be you (wherever you are)

It started off as something kind of unnecessary. Calum already had a Twitter account, and he wasn’t someone who was afraid to speak his mind. If he had something to say, he’d say it on his public account. He’d only made the account for when he was in a bit of a shitty mood and wanted to vent or when he had an inappropriate joke that only Michael would find funny.

falling asleep on a stranger

As it is, his bus is running late today and Calum had run all the way to the bus stop from his house (a good two minutes of exercise, at least, which means he’s breathless and almost breaking a sweat by the time he reaches the bus stop) because he’d thought he was late. When he realises, however, that he could have had an extra ten minutes and actually eaten some breakfast, he groans, lets his eyes flutter shut and mutters “fuck me.” “Excuse me?” a surprised voice says, and Calum opens his eyes so fast he thinks he might have accidentally blinded himself. Standing to his left, an amused look on his face, is a boy with fluffy-looking blue hair (blue).

this could be the start of something new

He pushes past throngs of tired-looking businessmen to get into the last carriage, looking around for some seats. He’s not the only one who’s had that idea, clearly, as the last carriage is nigh-on full and Calum has the choice of two seats - one next to a balding man who’s eating what looks to be a tuna sandwich (Calum balks at the very idea) and a tattooed-up-to-hell punk kid with a shock of light pink hair in a suit, jacket on his lap. Calum goes for the latter.

you’re already the voice inside my head

“Michael didn’t say anything, mate,” Luke says, confused. “Yes, he did,” Calum says, exasperated. “I…no, I didn’t,” Michael says slowly. “What the fuck, Mike?” Calum says, perplexed. “I didn’t say it, Cal…I thought it.”

i want to teach you a lesson (in the worst kind of way)

“Who’s that, sir?” Lily asks, jabbing at the window. “The new PE teacher,” Michael says. “He’s cute,” Sarah says, and a couple of the girls nod vigorously. “He’s also twice your age,” Michael says. “Go on, off to your practice rooms.” The girls groan, but one by one pull themselves away from the window and start to wander off. Michael stays by the window, one eye on the girls to make sure they actually go where they’re supposed to and one eye on the new PE teacher, who’s dividing the class up into groups and handing out footballs. He is kind of hot, Michael supposes, if you’re into muscular guys who are clearly good at sports. Which Michael most definitely is.

dancing with the demons (holy spirit, holy spirit)

“You’re kind of a shitty demon,” he tells Calum, who scowls. “Fuck you,” he says. “You’re kind of a shitty angel.” “Oh, dude, I know,” Michael agrees.

only you (and you can hear me) 

“Uh,” Calum says, looking out into the crowd, and Michael follows his gaze, trying to find what Calum’s staring at. “I’m going to go to the teepee with Heather.” Michael’s stomach sinks. “Really?” he asks, before he can stop himself, looking over at Calum. “Yeah,” Calum says, turning to look at Michael, and Michael whips back around before Calum can see the look of please don’t written all over his face. “Alright.” (tiny dancer scene from rocketman but happy)

i took a walk with my fame down memory lane (i never did find my way back)

chapter one ~ chapter two ~ chapter three ~ chapter four ~ chapter five ~ chapter six 

“Fucking shite,” Liam says, over the sound of the crowd’s growing murmurs. “Would’ve rather watched City fucking lose.” They all know he’s lying. Liam’d probably rather cut off his limbs one at a time than sit at home to watch City get thrashed. It reminds Calum where he is, though, as he takes a sip of his beer with slightly shaky hands. He’s in fucking Manchester, in a dingy bar with two of the biggest pricks he’s ever met in his life, watching shitty bands play mediocre songs to avoid having to watch his football team get massacred by Everton. It grounds him, shakes him out of it, makes him remember that he’s here, in England, not in Sydney, and he’s twenty, not seventeen. That was then, and this is now. But for a moment - just for a few seconds - he could have sworn that then and now were the same thing. Just for one moment, he could have sworn he’d seen Michael Clifford. - or: calum's in oasis and michael's in blur and it's the height of the 1990s britpop war

couldn’t make it more obvious could you (be any more obvious?)

“D’you think he was being serious?” he asks Ashton, who’s already engrossed in his phone again. “Hm?” Ashton says, without looking up. “‘Bout what?” “Jack.” That makes Ashton look up, brow furrowed. “What about him?” Calum hesitates. “Y’know,” he says, a little uncomfortably. Ashton cocks his head, raising his eyebrows in an I don’t know sort of way. “About them. Sleeping together.” “Oh,” Ashton says, shrugs, and turns back to his phone. “Yeah, obviously.”

love would burn this city down for you 

There’s something so comforting about the city. Calum remembers the first time he’d got it, that rush of everything and nothing and beauty and reverence as he’d stared out at the brightly-lit scene before him, overwhelmed and trying his best to drink it all in. Fuck me, he’d thought, a delicious numbness licking at his nerves. I’m fucking irrelevant. (It was the first time he’d ever known peace.)

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cashton

‘cause all of the stars are fading away (just try not to worry you’ll see them someday)

Growing up isn’t easy. Nobody ever told him it would be. You’ll get hurt, his mum would say, eyes big and sad, and he’d shrug and say that’s life, not really understanding what she meant because he was yet to spend three nights in a row staring up at his ceiling, drunk and high and so miserable it somehow felt like everything and nothing at the same time. It’ll be difficult, his manager had warned, when they got their first tour with One Direction, and Ashton had shrugged and said isn’t everything?, not realising that what ‘difficult’ meant was sacrifice; his sleep, his home, his self, everything torn out at the roots and tossed aside for him to gather back into his arms again. The hardest part of growing up, though, isn’t when things happen to him, when someone breaks up with him or wakes him up two hours after he’s gone to bed or puts him on another plane six hours after he’s just got off one. The hardest part of growing up is when he looks around him and realises I’m not happy.

#ignore this post #also im gonna have to put up posts of the ones that i havent posted on tumblr yet soon #cos rn half of them are just linked to my ao3 #but im gonna space it out bc its annoying #and also i'm going to be very discerning #bc some of them are...to put it politely...RUBBISH #and when i say some of them i mean every single one of them #being proud of things you've written? could never be me

[dongiovannaswife]

Would it be overkill if I asked for all of them?

How about 1, 3 through 8, and 11, 12 and 13? Oh wait, is that too much? Sorry if that's too much! ( > w < ') (I just love you and GioGio together❤)

It’d be a shame if I answered them all right here right now, during my break *eyes emoji* *eyes emoji* *eyes emoji* 

Thank you so much for sending this in! ily friend. ♥♥♥ 

@star-birthmark said: Alright so I'm gonna pull a Lena and just ask for all the questions. Is that good? Great. Love ya

I was just thinking about you doing the same to me so HA I read your mind. ASAsask. Thank you so much <3 

Under the cut for those not interested :D i did not proofread bc my head hurts ;w; 

1.       Does your F/O have a birthmark? (or any type of freckles or beauty marks?)

Beside the glorious star birthmark (which I know I have a spicy hc about uwu) Gio has this super curious and small birthmark on his back, it’s not that noticeable unless you see him closely uwuwuwu.

2.       Is your F/O the type to volunteer to their community?

I mean, he’s,,, literally a mafia boss. His posture on Passione and his work is far from honest, but I feel like he’d actually would open shelters or donate to good causes, and since I hc him as a lawyer, perhaps he volunteers from time to time so he can help people with cases, obviously he doesn’t accept any money from them, as he knows what it’s like.

3.       Does your F/O the type to be giving or to take?

Younger Giorno (I’m not talking from a romantic aspect, calm down please), is the one to always give and get surprised when he gets something in return —the adult Gio from my ship knows how to give and receive equally.

What I’m trying to say is yes, but I don’t know where yet, haven’t thought a lot about that.

4.       Does your F/O have any battle scars?

Better yet —is GER able to regenerate cells fully? That would make him like a super cell, you know. No but seriously, say GER is able to do so, and Giorno wouldn’t have any scares from the events of VA; but what if his moral called for him to do so, to let his skin carry some of them. Say, a scar from Narancia’s last moments on his chest, unnoticeable now due to the tattoo on his chest.

5.       Does your F/O wear make up? (Do you think they would be open to wearing makeup if they don’t wear it daily?)

I feel like he’d wear the casual lipstick from time to time, but not really always. Unlesss someone *wink wink* convines him to do his makeup one day so he can try it.

6.       Has your F/O ever dye their hair or worn a wig?

Nah.

7.       What is your F/O fashion taste?

ignore the boob window and think about luke Hemmings or this. Exquisite, would give him kith.

8.       How tall is your F/O?

1.98 cm uwuwuwuwuw

10.   When if your F/O birthday?

9.       What is your F/O’s blood type?

AB.

April 16. ♥

11.   Does your F/O know how to cook? If so are they good at it?

He knows how to cook, yes, but he’s not that good —somehow I feel like his coffee would taste LIKE HEAVEN.

12.   What is your F/O favorite flavor?  (sweet, sour, bitter, salty and umami (savory))

Sweet, definitely. When he’s a bit tired from it, though, he goes for bitter things.

13.   If your F/O could be a fan of any video game what do you think it would be?

Metal Gear Solid 4.

14.   What type of aesthetic does you F/O have?

The sense of freedom when you glance at the sunrise. If that makes sense of course.

15.   What color if your F/O eyes?

Turquoise! So pretty aaaaa uwu.

17.   If you could matching tattoos what would it be?

16.   Does your F/O have any tattoos? If not do they like or hate the concept of tattoos?

An owl on his chest, a vine on his index from his left hand and a sunflower on his ring finer; he’s thinking of getting something for the twins, but he’s not sure about what yet. 

A small Aloe Vera potted plant on our necks (based off an ask I remember getting a while ago —if that person is still around, your idea might come true buddy).

18.   Does your F/O have any piercings?

I die for the thought of him with a lip ring. But I don’t really think he has any of them, the lip ring is a matter of,,,, other impulses akdjslkd.

19.   Is your F/O a cake or pie person?

Both. Both is good. Has a leaning to pie, but loves both.

20.   Is your F/O a morning or night person?

Night person.

21.   Is your F/O a coffee or tea person?

Coffee, I don’t think he likes tea *that* much.

22.   Is your F/O half empty or half full type of person?

I’m not sure, tbh.

23.   Does your F/O have a pet? If not in canon what do you think they would have if given the chance?

Listen, a panther would make the best pet for him. But I think he’s a cat person. Not like he doesn’t like dogs, but a cat is probably something he enjoys most.

24.   Is your F/O the type to want to live in the city or live out in the country?

City.

25.   Does your F/O like to swim?

Yes.

26.   What harry potter house would your F/O be in? (Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin)

Nah fam, I’m not really interested on HP, sorry.

27.   If your F/O was in “avatar: the last air bender” what type of bender would they be? (air, water, earth, and fire)

Some of you will kill me for this but I haven’t watched it, ever. :D

28.   Is your F/O LGBT+?

Nope, at least not for me. You are free to headcanon him as you wish. Pleadon’tstartdramathisisnotmeanttooffendanyone.

29.   Does your F/O have any artistic hobbies? (Knitting, drawing, painting, etc)

Drawing, but it’s most for stress relief.

30.   What’s a piece of clothing your F/O is never seen without? (glasses, a necklace, hat, etc)

The arrow he hangs around his neck or just carries around hidden.

31.   What type of scent does your F/O remind you of?

There’s this perfume I absolutely love and I can’t really describe it, but it’s WildCountry.

32.   What’s something you see often that has little to no relation to your F/O but always reminds you of them?

Flowers and vines :,)

33.   Do you have any silly nicknames or pet names for your F/O?

A LOT.

34.   What does your F/O house/apartment look like? (or what do you think it looks like)

If we talk about his years of “I live alone yeee” then pretty much no decoration, excepts for the plants or books he keeps —overall, what you could call monochromatic. Once we get married, we pick a style, with classical sculptures and roman like architecture

35.   What season reminds you of your F/O? (winter, spring, summer, fall)

Fall.

36.   Have you ever had a dream with your F/O in it?

Yes uwu.

37.   Does your F/O play any musical instruments?

No really.

38.   What’s a song that reminds you of your F/O when you hear?

Gold by Prince.

39.   What is your relationship like with your F/O?

We,,, in love,,,, yes.

40.   How long have you been with your F/O? (or at least been interested in them?)

Interested in him,,,,,, I’m not sure if one or two years?? But in the “”””storyline”””” seven years.

41.   Where is your F/O from? (as in born)

Japan.

42.   Is your F/O the type to read reviews, or just go with their gut

Better yet, contacts.

43.   What does your F/O’s Saturdays usually look like?

Some paperwork at home studio, comfy causal clothes (black jeans and white tee, barefoot).

44.   What is your F/O’s most valuable possession?

The arrow lmao.

45.   What’s a fad you can see your F/O taking part of?

Analyzing music together!! :D

46.   does your F/O prefer to work alone or with a team?

Team.

47.   How well does your F/O know tech? (such as computers, smart phones)

I feel like he knows a lot asdkad.

48.   What’s some advice your F/O would tell you?

“Stop thinking you are not enough, stop thinking no one loves you, stop thinking you are worthless; stop with all your self-destruction.”

49.   What animal reminds you of your F/O?

Lion!! :D

51.   What’s the most interesting fact you know about your F/O?

50.   What color reminds you of your F/O?

Gold AND turquoise

Canon or made by me?? The first would be his favorite musician, because OH I like that musician too, even before knowing him. The second it’s about his scars.

#shiningdoradiamond #star-birthmark #GioLena

[caffeinatedfantasy]

The Seal pt 17: Emotions Running

{ Chris: [bio] [Prologue] [Story in Tumblr] [ AO3 Link From Beginning ] 

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I was a little surprised that I'd managed to slip away from the entire house the next day. I'd kept glancing over my shoulder, expecting Mammon to pop up behind me as I walked through Devildom, but... Nope. Even glancing at my D.D.D., none of them seemed to have noticed yet. It was a relief, but also... I couldn't help the twinge of pain in my chest. I pushed aside the familiar voice saying that's what I should expect, That of course none of them would notice. They only pay attention to you at all because they have to... Between Diavolo putting them in charge of me and the pacts, there's really no other reason for them to even--

I cut off the thoughts abruptly, tapping my forehead with the edge of my DDD a bit harder than necessary. I couldn't let those thoughts get started. I'd made a point to make it so that they wouldn't notice me for awhile, so it only meant that I was succeeding. That was how I should look at it. I took a deep breath to steady myself. I needed to hit up the Library, that's why I was out. Getting some peace and quiet to finally look at the case I'd gotten was the point. I'd left it with Belphegor perhaps too long and that worried me. I didn't know if he'd gone through it or taken anything out, and I didn't know if that even mattered.

But it was mine and had been given to me and there was a part of me rather reluctant to let them see it. What if it was something I shouldn't have? What if Lucifer got mad about it? At least the Library wasn't far and it wasn't long before I found myself a corner to hide out in, getting some books for my classes on the way. I pulled out all of my things for my homework, but that wasn't what I was there for. I just wanted an excuse set up. [I winced. Some habits were hard to break.]  I sighed, finally pulling out the leather case and placing it on the small table behind the stacks of books.

It was like an old soft-sides leather briefcase my dad had had when I was younger, but the handle at the top had broken off, leaving it to look almost like a mailer instead. I could feel... Something from it. And I frowned a little bit. The risk of handling it myself, without telling any of the others about it, was that if the magic inlaid in it was dangerous, I'd have no way of knowing about that, much less how to protect myself if it were. I'd started to sense magic in general, but this. I frowned. And went for it anyway, struggling with the buckle for a moment as it seemed keen to stay shut.

I hissed when the metal bit into my skin, drawing blood that smeared along the leather strap. And with a faint glow and a silent 'pop', it opened. Maybe Belphegor hadn't managed to open it before?

Undoing the other strap, I slid the contents onto the table. Inside was a journal, a sealed letter, a couple pouches, a pack of cards [they didn't look like tarot, but I was unfamiliar with anything except playing cards] and, at the very bottom, a small pendant on a silver chain. My hand shook as I picked up the pendant. It had a sigil on it. One that I recognized from when I'd looked into the Seal. I instinctively touched the tattoo on my stomach, wondering if somehow the witch had been able to sense it. I could recognize what the sigil was for, but...

I slipped the pendant down my shirt, tucking it, chain and all, into my bra before I sorted through the other things. Dried herbs in one pouch, crystals in the other. I recognized some of both. Dandelions, star anise and lavender stood out to me. And then opal, turquoise and amethyst of the stones. I didn't remember their properties, but they seemed like things a witch would have, at least. It didn't make sense why she'd give them to me, though. Maybe it was just not wanting the police to have the stuff. And since it had been her not-apprentice that had killed her...

I flipped through the journal briefly. The notes were all in English, and seemed to be instructions for spellwork and potions. She must've thought me a witch or something. I wasn't even sure if any of this would help me, since I couldn't really do magic, but... I guess it was still nice? Sliding the other things back into the case, I was left with the letter. The wax seal [with a stylized 'G' stamped into it] was still intact, and there wasn't a name on it from what I could see. I wanted to know, but I hesitated breaking the seal. More bad habits. But I ducked into my bad and pulled out a small knife I'd gotten and a lighter. Heating up the knife briefly, I slipped the edge of the blade under the seal, melting the wax enough to pop open the envelope.

Sliding out the letter, I scanned it, hoping it might have some more information for me, but unlike the journal, this wasn't in English. It was... Latin, I think. The strange thing was that it started with 'Chris'. My name. She'd shown that she could see the future, but how could she have known this would go to me? It bothered me. And I wanted to know what it said, but it had been a long time since I'd really tried to read much latin. I sighed, slipping it back into the envelope and using the knife to re-seal the wax. I put that with the rest of the things, slipping the entire care back into my bag. No real answers. It just seemed to be a witches kit. Except for the letter.

I needed to ask someone. I was slowly coming up with more and more questions and I didn't even know where to start on any of this. It wasn't my world. The only magic I knew was from stories. And D&D might not be the most reliable here. I was getting more and more involved in all of this and if the other night had been anything to go by, I was already well past what I could handle on my own. I hadn't even known what Belphegor had done. Or what I had. [I felt a flush of embarrassment remembering it.] And he'd called me an empath. If that hadn't just been me having a sex dream, what did that even mean?

Leaning back in my seat, pushing my glasses up and pressing the heels of my palms against my eyes, and I groaned to myself.

"Come now, the homework can't be that bad." I jumped, knocking my glasses askew at the voice. I recognized it and, after adjusting them to sit properly on my face, I found Simeon standing there, smiling gently at me. I chuckled nervously at the comment, straightening out and staring down at the papers I had splayed out on the table as my "cover".

"No, I was thinking of something else." I apologized, looking up at him. I could ask him in theory. He was an angel, after all. They were supposed to be good... But for some reason...

"Can I help?" I shifted awkwardly at the question, glancing down at the papers and sort of shuffling them for something to do with my hands. He probably could help me, to be honest. But guilt welled up in my chest at the idea of even asking. I hummed, trying to play it off.

"It's fine. I wouldn't want to bother you with it." I swear it wasn't meant to sound as self-pitying as it came out to my ears. I winced at it, but sent him the most reassuring smile I could. He opened his mouth, looking ready to speak, when I interrupted him. "Anyway, I'm about done with homework ether way."

A pause. That was not my best deflection. And he was watching me, that calm smile still on his face. It made me nervous and I glanced down at my DDD to see if an excuse to change the topic had popped up in the form of a text from one of the brothers. But no, that had been too much to ask apparently, as there was still nothing on my screen. Just me and Simeon. I set it down, not wanting to be rude, and looked back up at him. His smile brightened, spreading across his face and making me want to return the expression without even giving it a thought. 

"If you're done, would you like to join me for lunch?" I hesitated. I had no reason not to. And he'd never been anything but nice. [And it would do me good to maybe not worry about the brothers for a bit. I shrugged.

"Let me put these away, and then sure." It took a few moments, and Simeon helped, but it wasn't long before we were headed out of the library, my bag thrown over one shoulder and having to jog a little to catch up to the angel. [How on Earth did he move so fast without looking hurried in the least?]  We were making small talk, though. Our classes. How I was adjusting. It almost felt like a normal sort of conversation, really. I was nervous enough around him that I wasn't entirely retaining much of the conversation.

"Luke is quite fond of you." He commented, and that perked me up far more than anything else he'd said. "Perhaps you should come over sometime. He's told me you like baking as well."

"He's a sweetheart. And he gets too riled up by everyone's teasing!" I laughed, puffing out my cheeks a bit as I thought of it. The demon brothers did the same thing to Mammon, but he was far more used to it, it seemed. He didn't take it as seriously as Luke seemed to. Or perhaps stay as affected by it. "Was he not used to it before now?"

Simeon shook his head, looking quietly amused. "No, he always stayed close to Michael, and he's too serious for that."

"From that tone of voice, I'm assuming that you tried." He was making it much easier for me to forget he was an angel, talking about Luke and Michael this likes. Especially when he chuckled at my assessment, looking far too guilty.

"For the most part, jokes like that go over his head." The idea of a mighty archangel that Michael was supposed to be not getting jokes was immensely funny to me. I didn't know what Michael looked like, but I could still imagine the expression well enough. [In my mind, he looked like Luke's older brother, with how the younger angel spoke of him, that's simply how I saw things.]

"Hopefully Luke is picking up some humour while here." I chuckled. While it was fun to tease him, it would be much better if he didn't get quite so upset about it.

"That's what I'm hoping for, at least.." Simeon nodded, giving me a soft smile. He looked like he was about to keep telling me about Luke when he looked up abruptly. Something passed across his face that I couldn't quite make out before his familiar smile reappeared and he turned his attention towards the restaurant we were approaching. "Ah, here we are."

"Chris! You're feeling better, I see!" I was greeted by Diavolo's cheerful booming voice and nearly tripped over my feet. Simeon's steadying hand appeared at my arm.

"Dia--Lord Diavolo! Simeon didn't mention I was-- Yes, I'm feeling better." I didn't entirely know how to act around the Demon Lord. Which should be silly since I lived with the 'Seven Rulers of Hell', and spent much of my time giving them more shit than was really appropriate. [I suspected any demon wouldn't get away with it.] With Diavolo, I don't think it helped that he was so fucking hot. And I'd seen him in his demon form and I swear it had come straight out of one of my wet dreams. I hadn't been able to look him in the eye since. But I did my best as he led the way into the restaurant.

At least Asmo's insistence on making sure that practically all of the clothes I owned here in Devildom be nice was keeping me from feeling too out of place. I ordered something small. With some wine because fuck it, I was going to need something to survive this. Diavolo was largely making small talk with Simeon for awhile, talking about the angels, mostly. And how their communication had been going. A pang of envy hit me. Was I the only one not allowed to contact home? [No, I couldn't think like that. What the fuck was with my emotions today?]

I was starting to zone out from their conversation, draining my first glass of wine and starting to look about when my D.D.D. rang. I nearly dropped my glass at the sudden noise. And the sudden looks. I felt like they were annoyed at me as I scrambled for it, pulling it out and immediately clicking the 'don't answer' button before I noticed the name on the screen.

Lucifer.

Shit. He wasn't going to be happy about that. I didn't remember hearing my DDD go off before, but this hadn't been his first time calling me, either. I frowned slightly. He'd called, and so had Mammon. And some texts from them-- Why hadn't my DDD been working and-- I glanced up, feeling their eyes on me.

"Sorry. Uh. Looks like I forgot to let Lucifer know I was going to be out..." Diavolo's eyes narrowed a little bit at that and -- oh that's right he could tell when people were lying. I winced. I almost expected him to get angry at me, but he beamed instead and waved over a waiter.

"Get a picture of us." He told the waiter, plucking my phone from my hands and handing it to him. The demon nodded and Diavolo started pulling me in towards them before he even explained. "You can send him a picture. I've seen you send them to him before..."

Yes, when I was just hanging out with Mammon or Levi or Beel and feeling far too lazy to say that I was still doing exactly what I said I'd be doing. Not like this. But I was practically pulled onto the Demon Lord's lap, with Simeon barely leaning into frame, and a couple pictures were taken before my phone was handed back and I was red. I could feel the heat in my face so keenly that my eyes were starting to hurt and I moved back to my seat. Diavolo was still grinning as I sent the pic to Lucifer with a message. 〈Went to the library. Ended up at lunch with these two.〉 And because I couldn't help myself. 〈Tell Levi if I die from a nosebleed not to mourn me.〉

The three little dots popped up. Disappeared. Popped up again. Disappeared once more time before. 〈We'll talk when you get home.〉

Iiiii was definitely in trouble. I shot a quick message to Mammon too, since it seemed like he was going to be in trouble too. 〈sry luv u don't be mad〉and sighed, putting my phone back into my bag.

"It's good to see you're getting along with them!" Diavolo's deep voice was warm and pleased. He had talked so much about wanting the three worlds to get along, after all. And considered us to be guinea pigs so to speak. But I couldn't help but smile. Because I was quite fond of them, at least.

"It's strange for me to be in a house with so many people, but it makes it hard to feel lonely, at least." Which... Was actually very true. And something I hadn't even realized was true until then. Save for today, when I had gone out of my way to avoid them, I couldn't recall a specific time feeling lonely down here in Devildom. And that made me smile.

"That's fantastic. I was worried when Lucifer told me that you'd said you wouldn't get involved with any demons while here, but it seems like you've changed your mind." My eyes went wide and I stared for a moment. First off, Lucifer had told Diavolo that and second off-- Was Diavolo under the impression that I was involved with--

"I-I mean. I'm-I'm still not getting involved. Not like. I mean, I'm doing the pacts, but I'd meant that as in like. Dating or sex or anything and--" Oh dear God now he looked confused and that confused me and I looked over at Simeon for some sort of help, but he didn't seem to be offering me any. It was as if he was waiting to see how this would go. "Is that, uh. Is that strange?"

"A little bit." Simeon did finally answer. He was calm, amused. And I couldn't read his voice. "Especially since you made a pact with Asmodeus."

"But it's just a pact, it's not like we're married or anything..." I was trying to blow it off like I was joking, but Diavolo still looked a little confused, though not angry.

"No. Perhaps you're right, it wouldn't be that strange to humans, would it?" Diavolo answered, humming thoughtfully. But he shrugged. "Still, I am excited to hear that you've become close friends with them."

I smiled back at that. I did consider them friends. And Diavolo started asking me questions about them and I happily answered. I realized the confusion at what I'd meant must be even stranger considering I freely shared a bed with Mammon and Beel at times. Or how I'd stayed up, more than once, baking for Beel. Or hung out in Levi's room and simply sat together playing games [on different consoles]. Or Asmo's pampering and cuddling and helping him apply lotion and.

Oh dear lord. I was acting like I was dating them. Just without the sex. The more I talked to Simeon and Diavolo about them the more I realized how attached I was already getting to them and hadn't that been the other part I'd wanted to avoid with that rule of mine? Getting too attached? Because at the end of the year this would be over and I'd never see them again.

But... I focused on talking about them instead, finally relaxing into the conversation with Diavolo and Simeon at least, despite the feelings gnawing at my chest. I'd made pacts with four of them. And they were mine. There wasn't any other word for it.

#obey me #the seal obey me fic #obey me fic #obey me mc #obey me mc chris #i have mixed feelings on this chapter

[isobel-thorm]

nic/john/sharky and “I may be an idiot but I’m your idiot.”

Combined with @zacklover24‘s prompt #11: “Be my wife” - though changed accordingly. 

It’a Beautiful Morning, We’re Looking for Something Dumb to Do

During a particularly lazy morning, Sharky lets some insecurities slip and John and Nic have a question for him in response. 

Nicolette Raylan had marched back into Prosperity’s master bedroom, intent on letting her husband and their boyfriend have it for letting her be the only productive one that morning. They had a lot of work to do that day. They needed to turn one of the vegetable gardens, check up on the Ryes and deliver a few building supplies to Wheaty, and she wanted to get a head start on the day. But her boys hadn’t moved at all, and they hadn’t even come to investigate when she had showered and left the bathroom door open. She was intent on finally dragging them out of bed, but the sight to behold stopped her in her tracks in the doorway.

Sharky was out cold, but he had shifted since she had left. His head was on John’s forearm and he had brought up his knees to John’s chest.

For someone who, even before the Collapse, never shut up about John’s assumed sexual prowess, Sharky seemed more content to cuddle with the man.

Still, the sight was adorable, and she went to retrieve the old Polaroid camera she had found while scavenging one of the old bunkers a while ago. The boys were going to kill her, but if she got to commemorate this, so be it.

She found the camera and took the photo.

The noise woke John and he blinked wearily at her for a moment, then upon realizing Sharky had one of his arms pinned, he heaved a tired sigh and lifted one hand in order to beckon her back to bed.

“We’ve got things to do,” Nicolette pointed out.

“Then what was the point of coming out to my place? Besides, yeah we do, and you’re on our list, Shorty,” Sharky pointed out, though his voice was sleep-heavy.

“We run this place. We’re entitled to sleep in.”

Nicolette tiptoed over to him and poked the Sloth tattoo on his chest, but realized too late it had put her in grabbing range, and John leaned up in order to get an arm around her and pulled her across his body and in between him and Sharky. For someone who had at least initially protested, she gave up immediately and stretched out along John’s side.

John turned his attention to Nic’s outfit- if you could call it that. One of his button-ups with nothing underneath- she knew he could appreciate that, at least. It was the fact that he was clearly distracted by her wearing a pair of Sharky’s boxers- made perfectly evident by the flame patterns-  was paired with his shirt. “What… is this?” he snapped the waistband of the boxers for good measure.

“Hey, they are freshly washed entirely clean, thank you very much.”

John had no idea what the Hell that meant, but judging by how Sharky snorted, he figured it was an inside joke. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to understand it.

“I just miss my college hot mess days,” Nicolette protested.

“You’re always a hot mess,” John corrected.

“Thank you. I just wanted to look the part again,” she replied as she passed him the mug of coffee then lay down so she was back to chest with Sharky and draped her legs over the man. “You love it, don’t lie.”

“I do but I’m still appalled at your taste.”

“I can say the same about my choice of men, too.”

John shrugged. “Well, you did pick Charlemagne.”

“Hey, fuck you,” Sharky cut in,

John flicked his ear, and Sharky immediately did it back.

Comfortable silence passed for a while as  Nicolette got settled back into bed- or at least what two of them thought was comfortable silence.

“Hey.. … you guys know I love you, right?”  Sharky asked after a while.

Nicolette, already experienced with Sharky’s switch of topics gone from comparing shitty action movies to comparing him and her to the characters and then an extremely heartfelt confession, bolted upright in order to face him. “Of course we do.”

“I was joking, Boshaw,” John agreed.

“No! I know that, I jus’… I dunno, I ain’t good with words like you two.”

“Sharky,” the other two said simultaneously, same tone inflection and all, by sheer chance.

Sharky motioned at them. “See? That. I don’t have that with y’all, and I just… I don’t know. I just… wonder if I’m starting to intrude here is all. I mean I know we’re all a thing and it goes beyond this place an’ all but-”  

Nicolette stared at him for a moment, and she could feel John tense, at a loss. “Of course it goes beyond a bed. You’re my best friend, pretty sure John can count the number of friends he’s got on one hand and you’re one of the first couple of fingers, Cal still calls you ‘Dad’ half the time and the jig’s been up for years, you’re part of us, part of this,” she insisted. She thought for a moment. “You know that garbage show V you had me watch during one of our marathons back before things went to shit?”

“Yeah?”

She pointed to herself. “Erica,” she pointed to John. “Hobbes,”  she pointed to Sharky. “Jack. Hell, Star Wars. Leia, Han, Luke before it got weird. Ariadne, Eames, Arthur, get me? You’re part of us. I promise. There’s just…”  she trailed off.

“We had to come a long way before we could happen,” John offered, squeezing Nicolette’s hip gently to make the point he meant just the pair of them. “It was a lot of work and changing, so… we might have a… deeper understanding of each other on some level. With you two it’s easier because there was… nothing to change. You weren’t on opposite sides- well, as heavily as we were. You two were immediately best friends, immediately something- I didn’t have that luxury.”

Sharky paused, considering.

“Hey, we love you too. You’re one of us. Promise. Okay?” Nicolette tossed her leg over his again and leaned into him.

“Yeah, yeah,” Sharky nodded, though he only seemed two-thirds convinced.

“Hey,” Nicolette repeated, “You only aren’t official because we didn’t think you were big on the whole commitment thing. We figured with all your stories about all your game you’d wanna move on.”

Sharky looked perplexed for a few seconds. “I mean, I did, but… then I realized what you just said. I mean y’all are the closest thing to best friends I’ve got and we’ve all been through some shit together and I fuckin’ love Cal and you’re both so attractive I just wanna slap you and then this shit happened and we didn’t fuck anything up and you still like me and we’re still friends and I uh… I just… really… like this? And uh-”

“Marry us,”

Sharky slammed his mouth shut at her request, then looked at John who looked equally startled, but John being John immediately let the look of surprise drop and he looked at the other man expectantly.

“Uh, wha…?”

“Be. Our. Husband,” Nicolette replied.

Sharky blinked at John, who shrugged. “You’re… proposin’? Here?”

“If I’ve let my idiot of a best friend-boyfriend think for a second that he’s not good enough for me or us, I’ve fucked up nearly beyond repair, so yes. Be our husband.”

Sharky looked from her to John and back. “Uh… Johnny Boy?”

“My wife is asking you a question, Charlemagne. We’ve… discussed it. Now all that’s left is you actually answering.”

“And I wouldn’t be-”

“You haven’t been imposing at all ever,” John cut him off. “We were just… being weary of you mentioning not wanting to get married.”

Sharky started again, then scoffed. “Fuck what I said, man. I’d marry the shit out of y’all. So uh… Yes.”

Nicolette shrieked at that and immediately started peppering him with kisses, and John merely managed to reach up and take Sharky’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze to avoid overwhelming the poor man.

When Nicolette finished with him, Sharky pulled away, beaming, then stopped short. “Hold up, is this like your guys’ common law marriage bullshit with you guys just calling each other it, or that whole to do by the Yes sign when y’all got actually married?”

“Your call,” John answered.

“… Can we just have a small thing at your place?”

“Of course.”

“Right on,” Sharky nodded slowly. “Man, Auntie Addie’s gonna be so jealous.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet,” John deadpanned playfully.

“Holy shit, I’m gonna be a fuckin’ Raylan. How badass is that?”

“Pretty badass. And babe, you’ve been a Raylan since you went dynamite fishing in my presence like, the first week I knew you. I thought only my family was dumb enough to do that.”

“Hey, it fucking works.”

“Only you would focus on that, considering what we just asked you.”

“Hey, I can multitask. I’m just that multitalented,” Sharky objected.  “Like right now, I am perfectly happy if we get to the X-rated celebratin’ part.”

“That, is the most sensible thing you’ve said the whole day,” Nicolette pointed out, though she scooted up so she could throw one leg over his hip.

“Including ‘yes’?”

“Especially including yes. Horrible mistake you’re making, marrying us.”

“Yeah, well, I’m an idiot, but I’m your idiot.”

“You’re damn right you are,” she replied, before the three of them promptly went through with Sharky’s request.

#Anonymous #John Seed #Deputy Nic #Sharky Boshaw #I was gonna do art for this til I remembered my art skills are mediocre at best

[luke-got-me-feeling-hemmotional]

Christmas (Preference #4)

Luke

“Babe, do you want all the boxes down? Like things that aren’t for the tree?” Luke yells from the loft. “Uh, yeah, please.” You shout back, from the kitchen where you’re starting dinner. Luke nods to himself, and grabs a box, climbing down the ladder and sets down the box on the floor. After a while, Luke manages to bring all the boxes down and they’re all placed by the tree. Luke begged you for you to allow him to put the tree up these past couple of days, but you said it was too early, so now it being the 8th of December, you finally caved and agreed. So whilst you were at work, he went and got the tree and by the time you were home it was ready to decorate. “You ready?” Luke questions as you walk in, wearing a Christmas jumper, holding a cookie you bought on the way home. “Sure.” You nod and open up one of the boxes. “We should really get some new decorations baby, we’ve had the same ones more or less for the past 3 years.” You tell him as you peer into the other boxes. “I did get a small collection last year, from when I was on tour.” Luke replies, taking a bite of your cookie that you’d almost forgotten in your hand. “You got like 3.” You deadpan and take some fairy lights out. “More than you.” He sassily speaks and grabs the other end of the lights. “Should I put some music on?” You ask, as you take out your phone. “Yeah.” He shrugs and starts to wrap the lights around the branches, as the beginning beats of Christmas Time (Dont Let The Bells End) by The Darkness begin to play. “Why do we have so many glittery snowflakes?” You question, picking out some things to hang on the tree. “This is gonna be a bitch to clean up.” You add. “Okay all the lights and bead things are on the tree, now you can add whatever you want.” Luke announces as he takes the few steps over to you, running his hand down your back. “Wasn’t this your mum’s?” You ask, holding up a shiny reindeer. “Something like that.” He nods and picks up some red tinsel.“And that’s that.” You say as you place the star on the tree. Stepping down from the chair, walking over to Luke to admire your work, and he slings his arm lazily over your shoulders, his fingers subtly copying the beat of the song on your collarbone. “Does it look right to you?” He asks. “I think so.” You answer, tilting your head to the side slightly. “Wait, I know what will make it right.” You claim and leave the room for a second, coming back 5 minutes later with the cat and a framed picture of Draco Malfoy. Leaning the picture against the trunk  and then putting the cat under the tree, all she does is sniff it. “Really brings it all together.” You purse your lips as you admire it. “Yeah, totally.” Luke replies unsurely. “What’s next?” Luke questions. “I want to put some fairy lights around the front door.” You tell him. “That would look cool.” He agrees and picks up the lights, following you into the foyer. “How on earth are we supposed to get these up there?” You ask as you look up. Your house has got really high ceilings, one of the main reason why you bought it to be honest. “Edna.” You call the cat, she comes trotting up to you guys, and you lift her up, seeing if she can reach it. “No?” You question, bring her to your chest. “You did good.” Luke compliments as he stokes under her chin. “Why dont you get on my shoulders, see if you can reach it from there.” He suggests. “Could work.” You nod and put the cat down. Luke kneels down by the stairs and you stand on the third step, putting one leg after the after on his shoulder. “You ready?” Luke asks. “Yep.” You answer and let out a little squeal when he stands up. “I’m gonna trip over this cat.” He mumbles as he walks over to the wall. “Okay, this is good.” You comment after a while of taping the lights to the wall. “We’re a good team.” Luke says. “Always have been, baby.” You tell him and press a kiss to his head.

Michael

Although everything is nicely decorated at your house, seen friends and family a lot recently, pretty much everything is perfect, you can’t help but feel lonely. You’re asleep with half a cold bed, there’s only one plate on the table, there’s always plenty of room on the sofa, and there’s only your shoes by the door. You’re missing your other half. The one that makes everything okay. You knew when you started getting close with Michael that he’d be gone a lot, but that was a fact you were willing to take on. Saying that, it does make the time you do have together, a lot more special. The last time he went, you bought a dog so the house wouldn’t feel so lonely. It’s not like you can just join him on tour whenever you fancied, you were tied down to your job, and you loved it too much to quit. Usually you and Michael decorate the tree and around the house together, but this year he wasn’t around, so you had to do it yourself, and it wasn’t the same. There were no laughs, there were no kisses that made you forget all about it, there was no Michael wrapping tinsel around you, there were no boys that come over towards the end of it, and there were no Christmas songs sung together. You tried to get into it, but it didn’t feel right without Michael. He said he’d be home by the 19th, and when he told you, you both got a little upset, because this time of year is always special for you two, but sometimes things happen and you can’t help it. Usually you’re alright with him going on tour for a long time, but this last stint has just gotten to you. It’s not like you’re sad all the time, you’re just down sometimes, and you miss not only Michael, but all the boys. Today your whole family and family friends, were at your parent’s house for a family Christmas type thing, because your family is spread out all over the country, and some people want to spend time with their own family on Christmas, so it’s the only time people can get together this time of year. You’re spending Christmas with Michael’s family this year, so you wanted to have a Christmas with your own family. The majority of the time you were happy, interacting with everyone but now that the meal is over, and everyone is spending time with their partner or family, you feel lonely. Just sitting in the corner with your dog and your phone, watching everyone be with their loved ones. “(Y/N) do you want anything else to eat?” Your mum asks you. “No thanks, I’m still recovering from lunch.” You joke and rub your stomach. “Alright, love.” She smiles and asks some distant cousin the same question. “You alright kiddo?” Your dad asks, sitting down next to you. “Yeah, I’m just missing Michael.” You sigh, petting Buster your black Labrador’s head. “He’ll be home soon enough.” He reassures. Your dad and Michael have always gotten on, which shocked you because when you bring home a boy who’s got dyed hair, an eyebrow piercing, and multiple tattoos, usually it doesn’t sit too well, but they got along really well, they could’ve talked forever if you didn’t pull Michael away from your dad that day. “Yeah, it’s just this Christmas hasn’t been the same this year, I know it’s only the 14th, still quite a lot of time left, but I like spending Christmas with Mikey, this is the first time he’s been away during the holidays and it doesn’t feel right.” You vent as Buster begins to readjust himself right on top of you, then looks up at you, asking what’s wrong, making you smile as stroke his side. “When’s he due home?” He questions. “19th.” You answer and the doorbell goes off, making Buster whip his attention towards the direction of the door. “A little birdie told me something else, go get it.” He teases and you look at him suspiciously, but get up anyway, the dog getting up with you and following you towards the door. “Who is it Buster?” You get him all excited and he starts jumping around, wagging his tail and his mouth wide open. Opening the door, you look up, being met with the person you haven’t seen in 5 months. “Michael!” You grin and step outside  wrapping your arms around him, his arms doing the same to you. “You’re actually here.” You breath as you pull back from him, but still having your arms around his shoulders. “Yeah, I am.” He nods, using the same tone as you. “Can’t believe it.” He adds, holding your sides tight. “But you were supposed to be home on the 19th.” You remember. “Suprise.” He chuckles and connects your lips with his, something you’ve both been missing since he left. Michael tucks you closer towards him by your waist as you kiss him. “I love you.” He mumbles against your lips. “I love you too.” You repeat, as you always will, and he connects your lips again, but before it can get into anything serious, you feel some paws jump up at you both. “Oh I’m sorry.” You laugh and stroke his head. “How could I forget you?” Michael cooes and kneels down on the floor, beginning to fluff up his fur. “Did you miss me?” He chuckles as Buster goes crazy. “Looks as if he did.” You comment and Michael looks up at you, a smile growing on his face. He wraps his arm around your hips and rests his chin on your stomach. “Did you miss me?” He asks. “A lot, a lot more than I thought I would.” You confess, and run your hand through his hair. “Well I missed you a whole lot too.”

Calum

“Charlotte, baby, stop eating the batter.” You chuckle as she sticks her hand in the bowl, with a a little chocolate around her mouth, all she does is look at you with a curious look. “Finn you wanna change the song?” Calum asks your son, running his hand over your back as he walks past. “Yes, daddy.” He nods and picks up Calum’s phone with tiny chubby fingers, the beginning tune of Merry Christmas, Kiss My Ass by All Time Low coming on, making you chuckle. “How come Char gets to eat the cake and I can’t?” Finn asks as he sees his sister. “Because I’m mummy’s favourite.” She smirks at him. “Here.” You take a wooden spoon with a little bit of batter on it and hold it to his mouth. “By the time we put it in the oven, there’s not gonna be any left.” Calum comments, walking towards you guys, lazily slinging his arm around your waist. “Charlotte, stop eating.” You stifle a laugh and take the bowl from her. “Come on, babygirl.” Calum smiles at her, picking her up from the stool she was on, taking her to the sink to wash her face and hand. “Mummy.” Finn mumbles against your leg. “Yes?” You raise an eyebrow. “When’s uncle Ash coming?” He looks up at you. “Soon, baby.” You assure stroking his head. “Uncle?” Charlotte questions. “Yeah, uncle Lulu is coming as well.” Calum tells her. “But first we’ve gotta finish this so no more eating.” You add and turn around, beginning to tip the mixture into a cake tin, with the help of Finn. “Okay, who don’t you and Charlotte go into the living room, and play with your remote control cars.” You suggest, and Finn bolts off the chair and runs off down the hall, Charlotte shortly following him. “You look pretty.” Calum mumbles, pressing himself against you from behind, placing his hands on your waist. “Thank you.” You chuckle, beginning to fill the sink up so you can do the washing up. It’s Christmas eve, and all the boys are coming over, it’s kinda a tradition that they come over on Christmas eve and you all eat a lot of food, and the boy’s bring over a present for Finn and Charlotte. “You look pretty cute too.” You add. “That’s nice.” He mumbles against neck, causing you to lean to the left slightly. “Yeah.” You agree, turning around so you’re facing him, and wrap his arms around his neck loosely. “I. Love. You.” Calum says between eveey peck. “I. Love. You. Too.” You do it back, making him smile. You brush your lips against his, making him groan appreciativly, tugging you slightly closer to him. Calum smiles into the kiss as Fairytail Of New York plays in the background, suddenly a remote control car interrupts you as it drives into your sock covered feet. You pull away from Calum and look behind him, seeing Michael and Finn, Michael with a smug smirk and Finn with a excited smile. “We have visitors.” You inform and walk out of his grip. “Hi Michael.” You drawl. “Hi Y/N.” He copies your tone. “Hey.” Calum greets, picking up Finn, whispering to him and he walks into the living room, you and Michael follow him in. “Hey guys.” You smile, watching Luke interact with Charlotte. “Hi.” Luke greets and uses Charlotte’s hand to wave at you, making her giggle. “So how’s your- oof.” Ashton gets cut off by Finn jumping on top of him. “How come every time you come over you steal my children from me?” Calum huffs sitting next to you. “And me.” You raise your hand. “I don’t know, I guess we’re the favourite.” Ashton shrugs. “Right Charlotte?” Luke asks. “Yeah.” She mumbles, playing with his necklace. “I need to finish washing up.” You inform and get up, letting go of Calum’s hand. “I’ll help you.” Calum says and stands up, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “No funny business.” Michael smirks and you give him the finger. “Y/N, you are around children!” Ashton scolds. “Yeah, my children.” You tell him and head to the kitchen. After a while you’ve finished washing up and putting everything away, with some help with Calum, although you would’ve gotten through it all a lot faster if Calum wasn’t there because every other minute he wanted to either kiss, cuddle, or dance to the music, and by the time you were finished, the cake was done and you got a small flutter in your stomach, and a small smile made it’s way on your face. You told Calum to go into the lounge as you decorated the cake, your nerves building up. “Mummy!” Charlotte squeals and runs up to you, wrapping herself around your legs. “Uh, yeah?” You raise an eyebrow looking down. “Luke was tickling me.” She mumbles, glaring at Luke and he just smiles smugly at her. “I want to be the favourite uncle.” Michael whines as Charlotte goes over to Calum. “Well maybe you’ll be the favourite for this one.” You suppress a grin, avoiding their confused gazes. You leave the room for a second, coming back with a cake that has icing on it that read baby #3. Placing it on the coffee table, biting your lip as Calum reads it, his face lighting up. You’d been trying for a while now but haven’t had any luck, it’s nearly been a year and a half since you’d been trying. “No way.” He shakes his head with a grin, standing up, coming over to you. “Are we really having another baby?” He questions, holding your arms in his hands. “Yeah.” You nod with unshed tears in your eyes as you smile at him. His smile widens and he brings you in for a hug, pressing a kiss to your head. “How long have you known?” He asks as you pull back. “A couple of days.” You answer, wiping away the few tears. “I love you so much.” He chuckles and connects your lips together. “Hear that Finn and Char, you’re gonna have another sibling.” Ashton tells them as Calum presses a hand to your stomach.

Ashton

“Come on Y/N it’s almost Christmas!” Ashton encourages you as you look up at him from your laptop, unamused. “I know.” You reply, going back to your laptop. “You’ve gotta get at least a little festive.” He claims. “Hey, I wore red lipstick the other day.” You tell him. “Okay, a lot to more than that.” He emphasises. “I live in a decorated house.” You offer. “Yeah, that I decorated.” He huffs. “I helped decorate the tree.” I inform. “Babe, you put like 3 baubles on and a bit of tinsel then ate a load of Quality Street.” Ashton corrects you. “I’m so festive in the eating department. I’ve eaten so many chocolate coins, Santas, Quality Street, Celebrations, Roses, and so many mince pies. Get off my dick.” You say, making him laugh. “I’ll give you that, but it’s not the type of festivity I’m looking for.” He tells you. “What do you want me to do? Wrap myself in fairy lights every morning? Add a little tinsel to my outfit? Use baubles as earnings? Wear antlers 24/7?” You question. “Wouldn’t mind it.” He shrugs. “You only listen to 3 Christmas songs, which are All I Want For Christmas Is You covered by My Chemical Romance, Thank God It’s Christmas by Queen, and Christmas Time (Don’t Let The Bells End) by The Darkness.” He sends you a knowing look. “I listen to Wonderful Christmastime and Fairy Tail Of New York, thank you very much.” You explain as Ashton puts on some Christmas music, making you sigh. “Like, how can you not like this?” Ashton asks as Last Christmas by Wham plays. “I never said I didn’t like it.” You claim. “Then why don’t you play it?” He raises an eyebrow, sitting next to you, slipping an arm around your shoulder. “I don’t know.” You shrug, leaning against him. “I’ve known you for almost 5 years now, and you never get into Christmas, you might go to a Christmas party, but you don’t dress up, you just drink and socialize. Isn’t there a picture of you where Luke wrapped some tinsel around you and you look so unimpressed?” Ashton laughs. “I just don’t get it, I don’t get the hype, it’s one day that’s hyped up for 24 days, and it’s always underwhelming on the day, and there’s always so much pressure for it to be a good one.” You explain your view point. “I can see that, I guess. What about when you were a kid?” Ashton questions. “I was kinda the same, never got into the festivities, I just got excited for the presents.” You reply. “You rarely ever go home for Christmas, since we’ve been dating you’ve only gone home twice.” Ashton points out. “2 reasons for it guess. One because usually I was working over Christmas and all my Jehovah friends would come round and we’d socialize and throw a mini party. Then second because my parents always argue on Christmas, they always do, and it ruins the whole day, and in a sense it’s kinda ruined the whole season for me. There’s always so much pressure for them to not and you end up skirting around certain topics and you could cut the atmosphere with a knife.” You explain. “Aw babe.” Ashton glances down at you with sympathy. “It’s fine, I’ve used to it, it’s not as bad as it seems because me and my siblings have some fun on our own.” I shrug. “Where are you spending Christmas this year? Last year you spent it with my family.” He questions. “Uh, I think my dad wants me to go down, but none of my siblings are going, I’ll feel bad if I don’t go because they’ll be on their own.” I sigh. “You’re always welcome with my family, you know.” He tells you. “I know.” You smile and peck his jaw line. “Now let’s dance to this song.” Ashton smirks, pulling your laptop off your lap and placing it on the coffee table. “Nooo.” You whine as Ashton drags you up and into the open space, as It’s The Most Wonderful Time Of The year by Andy Williams plays. You stand still, your arms dangling by your side as Ashton dances around you as if he was in some kind of tribe. “Come on, dance.” Ashton giggles, clutching onto your forearms, shaking you a little. With an eyeroll and a huff, you befins to shuffle your feet, joining in halfheartedly as you laugh at Ashton’s dance moves. “No, you can’t grind to a Christmas song!” Ashton whines making you laugh. “Let me lead.” You chuckle and begin to dance with Ashton, taking the reins as Ashton has a goofy smile. “You’re cute, my little Grinch.” He laughs, pulling you into a hug. “You’re cute as well my little Who.”

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