#5sos fluf

[getsojaded]

part v: non-refundable || calum hood

word count: 2.3k+

warnings: swearing, slightly sexual towards the end, calum hood x she/her reader

a/n: not the strongest chapter, but i promise shit gets juicy after this, bare with me! hope u enjoy

Having this hotel booked quite some time ago, it was no surprise to the pair that there was only one bed. Were they disappointed? No. But they’d never tell each other that. 

Y/N had quickly changed into pajamas and cleaned up before crawling into bed, laying beside a very sleepy Calum. “Food coma?” She asks him, rolling on her side so that she could face him. “So tired,” Calum nods in response, starting to get under the covers before Y/N stops him.

“No. You’re wearing outside clothes. And you just ate. Brush your teeth. Change.” She scolds him, making Calum lazily get up from the bed and trudge towards the bathroom. “Okay, boss.” He murmurs, shutting the bathroom door behind him. 

As Y/N’s laying in bed alone, she realizes that she herself is extremely tired as well. Comfortable in her position, she brings the covers up to her chin and closes her eyes. She’s so close to falling asleep, until- 

“You gonna move from the middle of the bed for me or what?” Calum’s voice fills the bedroom, causing Y/N to open her eyes and groan at the sight of her ex, standing at the edge of the bed. “I was so comfy.” 

“So was I, but I got forced out of it by somebody in this room. Move it, missy.” He sarcastically scolds the sleepy girl beside him, resulting in her groaning at him and slowly shifting towards the right side of the bed. Calum happily crawls in, the two of them laying on their backs as the only light illuminating their room is the dimly lit lamp to the side of Y/N.

The room’s quiet, the only thing you could hear being their breaths getting heavier as they entered their well deserved sleep. “Goodnight, Cal.” Y/N softly says, turning to her side to face the man beside her. “Night, Y/N. Sleep well.” 

As Calum turns the lamp light off and gets comfy in the king sized bed, Y/N touches his arm softly and whispers. “Let’s not make this awkward. I’m still me, and you’re still you. We’ll be fine.” 

His breath hitches at the sound of her words, grabbing her hand softly and squeezing it. “Yeah, we’ll be fine.” He responds.

He hopes that she’s right.

–

“Get your heavy ass arm off of me,” is the first thing Y/N groans out, as she takes Calum’s arm and swings across his body. Cal had a solid sleep, Y/N uncomfortably waking up to his forearm pressed onto her eyes and nose. 

Calum shakes himself awake, wondering what the hell that sudden force was. He looks to his right and sees a very annoyed Y/N, frowning as she rubs her eyes and gets up. “What happened?” He asks confusedly, sitting up on the bed. “You happened!” She exclaims half mad. “Woke up to your dumbass arm suffocating me.” Calum chuckles at her state of annoyance, as he follows her into the bathroom to get ready for the day. “I’m about to shower, why are you coming in?” Y/N asks suspiciously, reaching for a towel on the rack. He groans at her, asking “Can I go first? We both know you take an atrocious amount of time to get ready. I’ll be quick, I promise.” 

“Ha, funny.. No. Get the fuck out.” Y/N blatantly responds, laughing as she gives him a light shove out of the bathroom and closing the door immediately, locking it. “Asshole!” He exclaims, chuckling as he falls back on the bed, thankful for the extra rest time he gets, at least. 

At least forty-five minutes go by with Y/N still in the washroom. Calum huffs, getting up from his laid out position on the bed and banging on the bathroom door. “What the hell is taking so long?!” 

Y/N swings the door open, revealing herself in nothing but a towel, her hair still damp as dots of foundation are planted all over her face. “I’m not done yet!” She responds, about to close the door on him once again. “Can I take my damn shower? You can stay in here, just let me use the bathroom too.” He groans, taking his palms together and practically begging her to let him in. Y/N rolls her eyes, opening the door wider for him. “Fine. But no shower singing.” 

“No promises, funny gal.”

Calum takes a good fifteen minutes to fully wash himself, and as for Y/N, she’s still only on her blush and bronzer for her makeup routine. She hears the shower turn off which doesn’t think too much of, but when she makes eye contact with the naked man beside her in the mirror, she yelps and drops her makeup brush. “Calum! Why did you open the shower curtain?!” 

“What, you expected me to stay in here until you were done? I have to get ready too!” His wet, still naked body steps out of the shower onto the mat beneath him, water dripping from his hair as he reaches for a towel on the empty rack. “Y/N. I need a towel.” 

Y/N sheepishly looks down at the towel she’s still wearing, scoping out the situation and now realizing that the both of them are practically naked, one piece of cloth being the only thing covering her bare body. “I’ll get another one from the closet,” She embarrassingly mutters, walking out of the bathroom for a brief moment to grab him one. Y/N hurriedly passes Calum the towel, staring a little too long at his lower half.

“Nothing you haven’t seen before,” He smirks at her, wrapping the towel around his waist. She scoffs at him, looking at him with wide eyes. “Too soon, man,” She responds, as she sets her face with her setting spray, turning to Calum and giving him a small spritz of it as well. “Hey!” He shakes his head, shocked by the sudden mist of water. “Not my fault you were eyeing me.” 

“Your literal cock was out. If it was any other man, I would have done the same thing.” Y/N tells him, moving to the side of the counter to give him space, so that he could blow dry his hair. “Okay but answer this honestly.. Does it look like anything has changed about me?” 

“Shut up, Cal!” 

– 

“So what is the plan today?” Calum asks Y/N as she finally is finished getting ready. Calum had gotten ready later than her, yet managed to finish about thirty minutes before she did. Typical Y/N behaviour, and Calum’s used to it. He takes a look at her outfit, which consists of a black sports bra and baby blue biker shorts. “Today, we are hiking!” She excitedly responds, pulling out her phone and taking a seat next to him to show him the photos of the potential trails they could go on. “So this one’s called Mount Koubou. It takes like two and a half hours, and hikers said that once you reach the top, you can see Mount Fuji,” She tells him, as he takes her phone and scrolls through the various photos “It’s cherry blossom season too, so it will be extra pretty for photos! And here’s the other one, this one’s called Nokogiriyama. This one takes around four hours, and there’s like some super steep steps but we end up super high up. Up to you.” 

“Definitely Mount Koubou. I’m extremely out of shape,” He responds, laughing as he passes her phone back. “Well, it looks like I need to change.” Y/N takes a look at his outfit compared to hers, knowing that his black button up shirt and black jeans will come back to bite him in the ass if he doesn’t change his outfit. “Did I even pack any hiking clothes? I didn’t know we were gonna be doing this shit.” Calum rummages through his suitcase, only finding a pair of athletic shorts. “Here, take this,” Y/N tosses him one of her oversized band tees that was meant for her pajamas. “Either that, or you can take one of my sports bras. Your choice.” She giggles as he walks into the bathroom. “Pajama tee will do very well, thank you very much.” He responds sarcastically.

They make their way down to the hotel lobby and walk outside towards the nearest taxi once Calum finishes changing his clothes. She briefly tells the taxi driver their destination, and the driver closes the partition and begins to make his way there. “Why did you wear makeup on a hike?” Calum asks her, almost out of nowhere. “Well, I have to look good for the photos! Oh by the way, you are going to be my photographer today, thank you very much.” 

“Since when did I agree to this?” He sassily replies, shooting Y/N a look. “Since I said so. Don’t worry, I’ll take some for you too! There was this photo I saw on Instagram that I wanna recreate, it’s like where these stairs are and there’s cherry blossoms everywhere. Apparently it looks nicer in the evening because these lanterns light up, but knowing us we’ll probably get lost and it’ll be super dark and scary by the time we finish. Also, there’s an alternate path we can take and…”

Calum’s barely paying attention to what she says. He’s stunned really, absolutely stunned. Maybe it’s the way how she looks fucking astonishing in anything she wears, unable to take his eyes off of her. Maybe it’s the way how he could never get tired of listening to her soothing voice, wanting to hear every fucking thought that leaves her mind. Or, maybe it’s the way she’s acting so perfectly normal, as if this was a normal trip with one of her good friends. Calum feels like his heart hadn’t stopped beating irregularly from the moment they arrived at the airport, and if she feels the same way as him too, she’s damn good at hiding it. 

“But if you don’t want to take the other route, that’s fine. I know it takes longer and - Cal? Hello?” She waves her hand in his face, causing him to shake out of his trance. “Sorry, alternate route, yeah?” 

– 

Three and a half hours later, Calum and Y/N make their way back to their hotel. It’s not too late in the day, only being eight o’clock, so they decide to make a quick pit stop for some food in the area. 

“Fuck, sushi just hits so different here,” She moans in contentment, picking up another piece of salmon sashimi. “I know it like, originates here and shit, but holy fuck, they put something in this.” Calum compliments the food sitting in front of him, his mouth stuffed with various rolls.

"The photos turned out so nice!" Y/N pauses for a moment at her dinner, taking her phone out and showing the hundreds of photos of her and Calum both. "I'll definitely be posting some of those. They look sick as fuck. You were right, the cherry blossom stair scenery was beautiful." He tells her, briefly swiping through the different photos of their hike.

"And the photos of Mount Fuji once we hit the top of the mountain! It literally looked like we could walk over towards it. I think we could hike up it if we really wanted to." She responds, shrugging her shoulders. "You think that we, Calum and Y/N, can climb up the entirety of Mount fucking Fuji?" He scoffs and laughs at her statement.

"Yeah, maybe not.. you were kind of gassed by the end of it. You were right, out of shape you are, indeed." She jokes around with him, resulting in him scoffing and jokingly putting a hand on his heart. "How rude!" The both of them laugh, continuing to munch on their dinner.

“So, what are we doing after this? We just gonna chill for the rest of the night at the hotel?” Y/N asks, before putting a piece of chicken karaage in her mouth. 

“I don’t know about you, but I would love to let loose tonight. After today, I think us ending up here calls for a celebration.”

“You wanna gain back all those calories we burned on that hike earlier today?”

“Who gives a fuck? We’re on vacation, Y/N!”

“You’re right. Let’s fucking do it.” 

A few hours and one too many drinks later, here the pair are, in the centre of the nightclub’s dance floor, Calum’s hands firmly gripping her waist and Y/N’s arms loosely wrapped around his neck, as The Weeknd’s Die For You blares through the background speakers. They’re having a good time, and even though they’re both not in the right headspace, they know that they won’t be regretting this night the morning after. Neither of them could admit that to the other, though. Not just yet. 

“The distance and the time between us, it will never change my mind, cause baby I would die for you!” Y/N happily sings along to the song as Calum laughs at her drunken state, swaying their bodies back and forth, then grabbing one of her hands and spinning her around. 

As the bridge approaches and the song slows down, Calum doesn’t know what’s taken over him. Maybe it’s the alcohol, or the absolutely stunning little black dress she’s wearing that looks like it’s made specifically for her, but the scenario he’s currently in is starting a pit of fire in his chest. He lowers his hands from where they were previously placed on her hips, now resting on the sides of her butt. He lowers his head so his lips just reach her ear, whisper-singing the words “I would die for you, I would lie for you, keep it real with you, I would kill for you, my baby,” into her ear.

Y/N’s grasp around Calum tightens, and she accidentally lets a whimper out of her mouth, whispering a quiet “fuck” afterwards. Not only Calum feels it now, but Y/N too, and he’s well aware of it. The liquid courage is doing the most for him, gaining an extreme amount of confidence as he smirks, having no shame in shifting his hand placement once more, giving her butt a light squeeze. “You okay with this?” He asks her in a low voice. She pulls him closer towards her, laying one of her hands on his chest and looking up at him, nodding lightly in response. “Words baby, need em,” He tells her, removing his hands and changing them back to her waist. She groans, taking his hands back and putting them where they were beforehand. “Yes, Calum,” She can barely reply, wanting nothing but his body closer to hers. She starts running her fingers through his curly hair, knowing damn well that that’s one of his weaknesses that she loves doing to him. “God, Y/N, you’re killing me,” Calum groans, moving one of his hands to cup one of her breasts softly, but subtly.

Y/N gasps at the action, grabbing the side of his neck and bringing his ear to her mouth. “Cal?” She asks, softly. “Yeah?”

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

–

a/n: i wrote that last little bit to pluto projecter by rex and needless to say the contradicting moods of the song and the scene were... interesting.

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[ellies-little-thing]

Want you back (e.w.)

*not my images, but i edited them

My masterlist <3

pairing: modern!ellie / fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW; angst; fluf; smut; reader is referred to as she/her; reader has a vagina; cheatting; drinking; use of marijuana; strap!usage reader!receaving; cunilingus; mature content; very explicit; Kind of proofread, English is not my first language.

Author's notes: Hi! i had a blast writing this one! I hope you like it, I really liked writing it! Feedback is always welcome and likes and reblogs are always encouraged! Thank you! Enjoy!

word count: 21.6k

Inspired by this 5SOS song <3

MEN AND MINORS DNI! ( I'll find you, and ill kill you. So... )

You and Ellie broke up a few months ago. You dated for almost half a year before she cheated on you. She was the one who broke up with you though. She had never told you why she had done it. You tried to forget about it but it was really hard. Because of the break up, you haven’t felt like yourself. The depression was kicking in and your friends were starting to get worried about you.

You haven’t really gone out, met other girls or anything for a while, so when your friends drag you to a frat  party, you hesitate if you should go. But when you get to the party. You see her. Ellie. She’s talking to some girl, but then she sees you. She has the girl under her arm as she's drinking. She was wearing her usual go-to outfit, a wife beater with ripped skinny jeans and her black converse with her hair in a half bun.

You try to ignore her and keep talking to your friends. As you turn away from her, you can feel her stare. It’s piercing through you, but you keep ignoring her, that is until she walks over to you and taps on your shoulder. You look back, a bit annoyed, already knowing it is her. “Can I talk to you for a minute?” She asks, but her voice hints more at an order than a question.

You roll your eyes, but go with her into a more private place and with less noise. She leads you away from the party to some random hallway. You don't know why you keep letting yourself into these situations again and again. She waits until you’re both alone before she begins to talk. “Look, it’s been a few months since the breakup and I think we need to talk.” She says as she crosses her arms and looks you straight in the eye.

“About what?” You ask crossing your arms as well, getting uncomfortable from being this close to her again after so long.

“About the breakup.” She says as she walks closer to you. “We were together for so long, I feel like just breaking up was a mistake.” She says as she comes up to you. “I think we need to get back together.” You’re speechless. All this time thinking she hates you, but in reality she misses you. She wanted you back.

“You were the one who cheated, not me.” You say bluntly, looking at her.

A wave of embarrassment washes over her face, as she looks down at the ground.

“I know.” She says as she looks back up at you. “But I miss you, I realized no one else makes me feel like you make me feel.” You could smell the alcohol from her breath.

“I'm tired Ellie.” You say uncrossing your arms and leaning against the wall. Ellie frowns a little and looks at the ground for a few moments. After a bit, she looks right into your eyes. “Please just give me another chance.” She says as she looks desperate and a little heartbroken.

“Why should I?” You ask her, getting angry now.

“Because I love you.” Ellie says as she steps closer to you, so you can feel the warmth of her body. “I made a mistake, okay? But I can’t imagine being with anyone else. Please just give me another chance.” She says as she stands mere inches from you. She smells of her cologne you missed so much, but there is something else. She smells of pot. By the way she slurs her words you realize she's probably high as well.

“You were just now having loads of fun with that girl you were with…” You say crossing your arms again and looking at her annoyed, trying to get some distance between you.

“She’s just a friend.” Ellie says as she looks away from you, feeling a bit embarrassed. “I wasn’t really having fun. I would much rather be here, with you.” She leans in closer to you until you can feel her warm breath on your neck. “Come on…” She says as she looks at you with teary eyes. “We were so good together.” She speaks in a low and raspy tone knowing how it affects you.

You stay still, looking at her with your arms crossed as she speaks. Ellie notices your body language and looks at you with worry. You aren't reacting like you used to. “Please don’t stay angry, just give me another chance.” She repeats. Her voice sounded more pleading and desperate instead of angry. She leans in closer again until she’s practically pressed up against you. She places a gentle hand on the side of your face, as she looks you directly in the eyes. “Please, my sweetheart.” She whispers.

“I'm your sweetheart now?” You ask with a “are you serious” vibe.

“Always have been.” She says as she looks directly into your eyes without blinking. She places her other hand on the back of your head and begins to stroke your hair. She’s practically right on top of you, pressing herself as close to you as possible, so you can feel her body against yours. “Please babe, just give me another chance...” She whispers in your ear.

You melted when she called you ‘babe’, that's what she would always call you before. You can't really get away since she backed you into the wall. “You're drunk Ellie...” You look away from her face trying to hide your blush.

“Just give me another chance...” She repeats, her voice still pleading and desperate as her hands are starting to move, caressing your body. She looks at you, her cheeks are red with embarrassment, her eyes glazed with sadness and longing. “Please, I’ll do anything to make this up to you.” She whispers as she kisses you gently on the cheek and then on your neck. You can feel your body starting to give in to her touch but you try to resist her. You feel her giving you some more kisses as her hands start to go into more intimate areas. She grabs your ass and gives it a good squeeze. You can feel your panties starting to get wet. You forgot how good she could make you feel. As her hand starts going up, under your dress, you realize what she really wants and you stop her.

“Ellie stop.” You say as you feel her kisses on your skin. You missed her and they felt good but she was drunk. She didn't mean anything she had just said. She just wanted to fuck you. Ellie stops kissing you and leans away from you just enough for her lips to be off of you, but she is still close so that she’s pressed up against you. She looks you in the eyes. Her breath heavy from her kissing and you can feel her chest slowly rising and falling. She still looks at you with a pleading look. Just waiting for you to say something. She grabs you by your waist as the other hand still travels under your skirt, looking at your lips. You get away from her grasp. “You don't just get to do that and think I'll come running back into your arms.” You look at her with a bit of anger in your eyes as you pull your dress down. Ellie looks at you as if you just stabbed her right in the heart. She slowly shakes her head at you and sighs. She crosses her arms over her chest and she looks down at the ground. She stays like this for a few seconds before finally speaking. “I understand. I just wanted you back, but I guess I can't make things right.”

“If you weren't drunk every time you tried that, maybe i'd believe you.” You say with a sadness in your voice. Her heart skips a beat when she hears the sadness in your voice. But she doesn’t allow the thought of her hurting and disappointing you to distract her. Because she has to be strong. So she keeps her gaze at the floor and responds: “Yeah, you’re right.” She sighs and lets her eyes travel around the floor, before they rest on her feet for a few seconds. “Good night Ellie, have fun with your date.” You say almost crying as you walk back to your friends. You move through the crowd still thinking about her.

The pain in her stomach grows exponentially as she sees you walk away from her. Without realizing it, she makes a fist as she stands there. She is angry at herself. She stays there for a few seconds, hoping that you’ll come back to her. Hoping that you’ll change your mind and give her another chance, but you never turn around. She just feels her whole world crumble apart. But instead of showing her sadness, she keeps the image of the tough girl she wants to be. She crosses her arms and sighs. “Goodbye.” She whispers.

You hear her but just continue walking. She stays there, trying to compose herself. But the disappointment and sadness from seeing that you didn’t look back is too much for her. She goes into the bathroom and locks the door and she just breaks down emotionally. She starts crying uncontrollably. You decided to go home, as it was getting really late. You say your goodbyes and start leaving the party. Ellie calmed herself down and came out, her mind going into a whirlwind. She was heartbroken and defeated. As you leave, she doesn’t even notice you or anything around her anymore. She just stands there next to the girl she was with again, staring at the void in her mind. She doesn’t speak or move. She just stands there.

You walk home and when you arrive you lay in bed sad, because of Ellie's behavior. As you lay down on your bed, your thoughts take over. You think about everything Ellie said and everything that happened at the party. Your heart hurts as you think about how she reacted.

You feel a mix of many different emotions: sadness, anger, frustration, and a little bit of hope. You can’t shake off the feeling that she’s being sincere when she says that she misses you. That she doesn’t want to be with anyone else, but she always had a new girl under her arm when you saw her. Your heart sinks again when you think about those girls. You don’t know why she always does that. She just acts like nothing happened between you two around other people. She acts like it didn’t mean anything to her. How can she act like this? Like you two never were together? Your thoughts and emotions are a whirlwind. You don’t know what to feel and even though your mind is racing, you feel tired.

She says she misses you but only talks to you when she's drunk or high, or both. The thought of her being drunk and high everytime she wants to talk to you is eating away at you.

She only approaches when she is not sober. She only talks to you when she is not in a sound mind. This realization makes you wonder, ‘Do these encounters have any real meaning?’ You’re in pain because you’re hoping that she actually misses you and these encounters have real meaning. You wish she came to you when she was sober and didn’t only talk to you when she was under the influence. You lie in your bed, trying to relax and trying to sleep. But you can’t shake off the feelings of sadness and disappointment that you still have. You try to keep your mind occupied, you try to tell yourself that you don’t need her, but you can’t hide the fact that your heart still hurts over the whole situation.

A few days later, you’re going about your life, but the thoughts of Ellie are still lingering in your mind. You feel like you can’t forget about her. It’s like something is missing in your life ever since she left. You try to fill that void with other people, but nothing really worked. You still think about her, and your thoughts always lead to sadness and longing. You tried talking to a girl for some time but you didn't really feel a connection. You’ve tried talking to other girls and going out a few times, but you didn’t really feel a connection with any of them either. They’re not like Ellie. They don’t give you that same type of happiness and excitement. They don’t make you feel the way Ellie did. You can’t help but feel disappointed every time you try to find someone new. Ellie always looked happy and content every time you saw her. She was never alone. Always with some random girl or with her friends that were a really bad influence on her. She missed you truly, and was sorry for what she put you through, but she was too proud to talk to you sober. She was too proud to even be seen talking to you altogether.

You are walking to class when you suddenly bump into someone. When you look up, you see Ellie. You’re shocked to see her. You don’t know what to say, so you just stare at her. Ellie is surprised to see you too, she also doesn’t know what to say. Both of you just stare at each other without saying anything, not sure what to do. You look away and continue walking. You don’t know what else to do. You don’t want to talk to her, but you’re also not sure how you would react if she came to talk to you. You can’t stop thinking about her, even though the whole interaction was only a few seconds. You feel disappointed with yourself because you couldn’t even have a conversation with her. You just walked away. Looking at her, only reminds you of the past relationship, a time where you were happy. But that’s all gone now. It hurts too much. She's gone, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You can only move on. But even after all this time, it still hurts. Every time you look at her, you remember how much you loved her. And it just hurts so much. She looks at you as you walk away. She watches you from afar with a look of sadness and pain on her face. You can tell she was wishing that you stayed and talked to her. That you gave her hope that things could change. But you didn’t. You walked away from her without even saying a word. She’s left with the pain of knowing that you’re not coming back.

Later that night, you receive a text message from Ellie. You look at it with curiosity, but you also feel afraid about what she could text you about. Maybe she’s texting you to yell at you for not talking to her. Or, maybe she will just tell you that she doesn’t want to talk to you anymore. You open the text message, not knowing what to expect. You read the text message from Ellie. “Can I talk to you? Like, right now?”

“Why? About what?” You respond, not really thinking it through.

She sends another text message. “Can you just come over so we can talk?” She seems desperate. She sounds like she’s feeling anxious too.

“Why should i? Just so you can hurt me some more?” You reply a few minutes later.

She replies quickly. She sounds really upset. “Please just come over. I really need to talk to you.”

You sigh and think for another few minutes. The thoughts of her hurting you again are going through your head. The sadness of the whole situation and the disappointment. You don’t want this whole situation to happen again. Yet, you also are filled with curiosity. What does she have to say?

“I'll be there in 30.” You respond, knowing this won’t go well.

About half an hour later, you’re at her house. You’ve been thinking about what she could have to say the whole walk there. She probably just wants to tell you that she wants nothing to do with you. Or something like that. Either way, you’re going to be hearing her say something disappointing again. You knock on the door. You’re a little nervous, but you’re expecting the worst, anyway. After a few seconds of waiting, the door opens. Ellie is standing behind the door staring at you. She hasn’t said a word. She is just staring at you, just like you are staring at her.

You stare at her in the eyes and for a few long seconds, none of you say a word. All you can think in your head is: “Just say something already, just get this over with.” Because you didn’t say anything, she stepped aside to let you come in. At this point you’re really starting to wish that you had just ignored her text. You’re starting to think that this whole thing might be a bigger deal than you thought. You step into her house and look around. Her house was always messy but this was more than messy, it was like a tornado went by. Cans of beer all over the counters, boxes of take out food, clothes everywhere. The silence between you two feels awkward and uncomfortable. You can’t stop thinking that your heart beats faster each time you think about what she wants to talk about.

You stand there waiting for her to say what she wanted to say. Ellie continues to stare at you with a pleading and sad look. For a few seconds, it feels like this moment will last forever. She still hasn’t said anything. She doesn’t explain why she wants to talk to you. But she just continues staring with that pleading look in her eyes. “Why did you want to talk to me?” You finally break the silence, asking this in an annoyed tone.

Ellie swallows and finally speaks: “I wanted to talk to you because…” She hesitates to continue speaking. It feels like she’s having a hard time getting her words out. But she knows she has to say something.

“I don't know why I came…” You whisper. Feeling disappointed in her and in yourself as well. She hears what you say and she looks down at her feet for a few seconds before she finally finds the courage. You watch in fascination as her cheeks get a little red and her body trembles slightly. “I…” She struggles to get her words out. She doesn’t know how to say it. So after a long pause, she suddenly blurts it out: “I miss you.”

“You always say that.” You look at her crossing your arms. She looks back at you with tears in her eyes now, she can barely look at you anymore. “I know, and I’m sorry. But I really missed you.” She sounds like she can’t believe you’re still there. She was so sure that you wouldn’t believe her, that you wouldn’t want anything to do with her anymore. She couldn’t stop wishing that you didn’t come. Because of how disappointed she is in herself. She is disappointed in herself that she hurt someone she genuinely loved.

You look at her and see her eyes are a bit red. She wipes away a few tears from her eyes and continues to look at you. You can see the sadness in her eyes. The sadness of someone who truly missed what you guys had. She can’t believe she threw it all away. She knows that everything she’s feeling, it’s her fault. She shouldn’t hurt people like this and she’s fully aware of it. Her heart hurts, because she knows she needs to do better. You look at the coffee table and at the blunt that she just put out on the ashtray. She looked at you and suddenly remembered that she’s not supposed to be smoking anymore. “It’s been tough on me... I miss you a lot and these cigs... they kinda help me, I guess.” You can hear the sadness in her voice. It’s like she’s asking you to understand. “I cant believe youre high again.” You pinch the bridge of your nose.

Her head jerks back a little and she raises her voice in defense when you accuse her of being high again. “I’m not high!” She says, but the way she says it makes her sound pretty guilty. She doesn’t want to admit it, but she’s not doing a very good job. Her eyes seem slightly hazy and the smell of pot is starting to linger in the air. You pick up your bag and start walking to the front door. You can't even look at her anymore. She watches as you do. She’s almost pleading with her eyes, hoping that you’d stay. She knows that she screwed up big time, and she’s desperate to fix it. She doesn’t know if you’ll forgive her and give her another chance. She’s just wishing that you’ll let her make it up to you. But you don’t stop walking and are about to leave.

You look at her one last time before opening the door. You can tell she wants you to say something. She wants you to turn around, she wants you to stay. But you don’t. You don’t say anything just like last time. You just leave, breaking this girl’s heart. She stares at the door for a few long seconds, hoping that you’ll return. That you wouldn’t leave her like this. But you do end up leaving and she is left alone, broken and hopeless. You close the door and start crying as you walk back home. The moment you close that door, you can feel something inside you break. You’re sad and heartbroken all over again. You cry the whole walk back home. The pain is overwhelming and it feels like your whole world is falling apart again. You don’t even remember crying this much when you two broke up. But that hurt in a different way, like she was tearing your heart out and throwing it away. Now, it feels like it hurts more because she cares about you still. That she really does want to fix what she threw away.

You get home and walk to your bedroom. You fall onto your bed, the thought of her weighing heavily on your mind. You lay down, thinking about everything that’s happened. You can’t stop thinking about how it seemed like she wanted to change, and yet, you gave her no chance. You didn’t take her invitation to fix things. The pain that you’re feeling is overwhelming, and you try not to cry. You hear your phone buzz and look at your screen. It’s a text message from Ellie. You pick it up and read it. “Please come back. We need to talk. I know I messed up and I don’t expect you to forgive me. But I really want to fix this and make up for what I did. Please just give me a chance. I love you.”

“If you did, you wouldn't text me when you're high, again.” You know that she was high, but you keep thinking about the words. “I love you.” You know that she was high, but you could see sadness in her eyes when you were at her place. She actually wanted to make things right. Sure, you’re disappointed in her for being high yet again. But you still feel something in those words, like she actually means what she said.

“If you really want to talk, then you come over. I'm not going there again.” You think about what she says. She wants you to come to her. She doesn’t want to come to you. She’s asking you to put in the effort again. Never her. Maybe she’s too insecure to come and see you because she might be afraid of being rejected. She is afraid that you might turn her away again. Maybe this time she’s trying to show how much she really wants to fix this. Maybe she’s trying to prove that she actually loves you. She replies back with: “Fine, I’ll come to you.” Your heart starts beating faster, not only because she’s coming over, but also because she actually agreed to come to you. The thought is making you anxious and nervous. The thought of actually seeing her again scares you. You’re not sure how things will go, but part of you is hoping that they end well. You are sitting on the couch, anxiously waiting. For the next few seconds every noise you hear makes you jump, thinking it’s her. Your heart beats fast, your stomach is filled with butterflies. You can’t stop checking the time, feeling like every second an eternity.

You hear a knock on the door. Your heart suddenly starts beating even faster. Your body trembles slightly, and your mouth starts to dry. You get up and hesitantly walk over to the door. You twist the handle and open the door slowly. You see Ellie standing there. She’s staring at you with a look of remorse and sadness. You can tell she’s really nervous. You step out of the way and let her in. You walk back over to the couch and sit down, still feeling anxious and nervous. When she closes the door and comes inside, she walks over and sits next to you on the couch. She sits quite close, her arm almost touching yours. You just can't look at her, you just wait for her to talk. The silence between you two feels awkward and uncomfortable. You’re too nervous to look at her, you feel a wave of anxiety wash over you as you wait for her to speak. She’s sitting directly next to you, almost touching your arm with hers, and yet she’s quiet, waiting for you to be the one to start talking.

You scoot a bit further away from her, so you two are not so close anymore. She notices that you move away from her, but she doesn’t comment on it. Instead, she just stares at you, waiting for you to say something. Your lack of eye contact is making her feel insecure and nervous. She can feel the walls you built up between you two starting to rebuild higher and higher. The silence gets too much for her and she finally says something: “I’m so sorry for what I did... for hurting you like I did. I was being stupid, and I didn’t realize how much my actions would hurt you.” She sounds really remorseful and like she means every word of what she’s saying. She’s really taking accountability for her actions and seems genuinely sorry.

The fact that she finally took responsibility for her actions and is actually apologizing to you is making you feel really emotional. You can feel the tears forming in your eyes, but you still can’t look at her. She just told you how much she hurt you, but at the same time you’re reminded of how much you still care about her. “You treated me like shit.” You say as you start crying. Ellie looks away from you when you bring up the way she treated you. She knows that she deserves it and that she screwed up. “I know, I know I did. I’m sorry, I really am. I truly didn’t realize how much I hurt you. I was being stupid and selfish.”

“At least you're admitting it…” You say in a disappointed tone. She doesn’t even fight back. She doesn’t even try to justify what she did. She truly is taking responsibility for her actions. She knows she hurt you badly and is taking it all in. She is just hoping that you’ll forgive her eventually. “I know that I screwed up, and this might not mean much coming from me, but I just want to try again. I just want us to try and fix this.”

“I still don't understand why you started treating me that way.” You say with a trembling voice. Ellie looks at you, finally making eye contact, and tries to answer your question. “I guess... I guess the reason I started treating you that way was because I didn’t realize how much I valued our relationship. When I first broke up with you, I thought I wasn’t going to miss you or be hurt, but it hit me way harder than I expected it to. I know you still have every right to be frustrated with me, but I hope you can understand that I didn’t mean to hurt you that badly.”

“But the worst thing was when I found out you were cheating on me. I can't forgive that.” You say, reliving the moment when you found out in your head. Ellie looks away when you bring up the betrayal of the cheating. You can tell she truly feels bad about it. “I know... I know I really screwed up with that. And I get it if you can’t forgive me for that either. I guess... I don’t really want to make excuses, but I was just so lost in the world of partying and going out, that my thoughts weren’t very clear. I didn’t really think about anyone but myself, and I regret that decision more than you can imagine.”

Your tears immediately bring out a look of sadness and guilt from Ellie. As soon as she notices that you’re crying, she grabs your face. She wipes your tears with her thumbs and looks you in the eyes. “Please don’t cry, I’m so sorry. I’ll do anything to make things right between us. Just give me a chance.” You cover your face with your hands and continue to cry. She can’t stand to see you like this. She wipes away your tears again and pulls you into a hug. She holds you tightly, not letting go. “Please, please don’t cry... I know what I did was horrible, and I’m so sorry, but I’ll do anything to make this right. Just please tell me there’s still a chance for us.”

“I don't know, I have to think.” Ellie lets go of you when you say that. She seems like she finally realized the full gravity of her actions and how badly she messed up. She gets quiet, waiting for you to respond to her question. “Please, take your time. I don’t expect you to just forgive me immediately. Just, please let me try to fix this. I really do love you.”

“That's the hard part, because I really cared about you.” You say, still crying. She stares at you for a few seconds without saying anything, letting the silence linger between you two. She wants to say something but is not sure how to say it. Your words are hitting too close to home, and she’s really starting to feel bad and sad about everything that has happened. “I know, I know... I really did treat you terribly, and I never thought about how much you actually cared about me. I was so blinded by my selfishness that I didn’t realize how much I’d hurt you.” You look at her with tear filled eyes. She looks back at you with a look of pure sadness and remorse. She feels terrible for hurting you so badly. The fact that she did so much damage to you is eating her alive. You two are silent for a few moments and she continues to stare at you tearfully, wishing she had the ability to make everything right.

You hug your legs to your chest trying to find some comfort and calm your anxiety. She watches as you hug your legs, realizing that this is how she’s made you feel all this time. She has destroyed and hurt you so deeply and broke your trust. She’s made you feel like you can’t even take comfort in her. She tries to put a hand on your leg and comfort you but you pull your leg away instinctively, rejecting her. She can see by your reaction that you’re truly hurt and devastated. She’s really starting to regret everything. “I need time to think Ellie, can you please leave now?” You ask her, still crying. She stops trying to touch you, realizing that you aren’t ready to forgive her yet. Instead, she nods and looks down at the ground. She’s still feeling so much sadness and regret, but she respects your wishes. “Okay, I understand... I really do. Just... just take your time, and think about it... please.” She stands up and walks over to the door, pulling it open slowly.

You look at her as she walks. She looks back at you, wanting to make one last apology.

“I know you’re angry, and I get it. I really do. Just... just take it easy.” She takes one last look at you and then walks out, closing the door behind her. You start sobbing as soon as she walks out. It’s like everything is crashing down around you. You sit on the couch for a bit and keep sobbing. The pain you’re feeling is unbearable. Like you can’t function without her. Like you need her. You’ve been so hurt and betrayed by her, but that love is still there. You still love her. You decide to go to bed, and after a long day like this one, it’s not too hard to fall asleep. Your body is exhausted physically and mentally, you just want to sleep and pretend like everything is okay. You fall asleep soon after. 

A few days pass, and you still can't seem to get her out of your mind. But you haven’t heard from her at all, and you don’t know what to think. You’ve been feeling depressed and lonely, not being able to stop thinking about her and the whole situation. You were at home after a long day of boring classes. Your phone buzzes in your pocket. And as you notice the vibration, you take it out of your pocket and see who has messaged you. It’s Ellie. “I know it’s only been a few days, but I’ve been thinking about what happened quite a bit. Can I come over and talk to you again?”

You take a few minutes to think about it and eventually decide to say yes. You message her back, saying, “Yes, you can come over, and we can talk.” You were watching TV when Ellie texted you. You start feeling more and more anxious and nervous, and you can’t even focus on the show you’re watching anymore. Your heart is beating faster, and you feel all the feelings from before, coming back in waves.

You hear a knock at your door and your stomach starts to flutter. You can tell that it’s Ellie because of how familiar her knock is. Your heart is beating so fast and you’re starting to feel nervous and anxious again. You get up and walk over to your front door. You can hear your heartbeat in your ear and a wave of butterflies in your stomach. You take a deep breath, open the door, and see her standing there, looking like she’s feeling just as nervous as you.

“Come in.” You say as you get out of the way. She quickly steps inside and looks at you. She looks a bit more relaxed now that she has arrived at your house, but she’s still a bit anxious. You close the door behind her and she looks around the room. She seems eager to talk now that she is here with you.

You walk back over to the couch and sit back down. Her attitude has changed a bit now that she is inside the house and feels more relaxed. She still looks like she has a lot to talk about and she seems excited to have this conversation. You look at her waiting for her to talk. She looks back at you and takes a deep breath. She seems like she’s been preparing for this conversation for a while, and she’s ready to finally get it all out in the open. “I know it’s only been a few days and I said that I was going to give you some time, but I really wanted to come back over as soon as I could. I know that you’re probably still mad and upset, but I just needed to talk to you again. ”You look up at her as she continues.“I wanted to take some time to really think about everything that happened... about everything I did. I just kept blaming everything on external factors, and I never really held myself accountable for what I did. But now, I’m not doing that anymore. I should’ve thought about how much I hurt you, and I should’ve taken into consideration what our relationship meant to you. I’ve been selfish and self-centered. And I’m really going to try and change that.”

You look up at her, taking in her words. She continues to talk, really pouring her heart out. “I also want you to know how truly sorry I am for what I did. I broke your trust, and the fact that you can’t even look me in the eye anymore is just a painful reminder of how much you distrust me now. I really want to fix this, and if it takes time for you to forgive me, I will wait.” You tear up as she talks, She looks at you, noticing that you’re tearing up and she starts to get really nervous. “Please... please don’t cry. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I really do need it. I did so much to hurt you, and I need you to let me back in your life. You’re so important to me, and I need you to know that I will never hurt you again.”

“You better not.” You say looking away from her. She gives you a solemn nod. “I promise I will never hurt you again. I understand that you need time to heal and to trust me, but when you are ready, please let me back in. I’m willing to do anything and everything to make this work again.” You look at her not sure what to say. She looks back at you, not expecting you to say anything back. You’re both feeling a lot of things right now, so she understands that it’s hard to even have any words to reply with. She takes a deep breath and looks at you. "Can I ask you something?" She takes another deep breath before asking the question, trying to prepare herself for your answer. “Can you... can you tell me if you think there's still a chance for us?”

“Maybe, I don't know…” You respond with a trembling voice. You still love her but you don't know if you can do this all over again. Her face immediately lights up with a spark of hope hearing those words. She realizes that you still consider a chance. She smiles and looks away. “That’s all I needed to hear. I just need to know that there’s some sort of chance. I know it might take a lot of time and effort for you to forgive me, and I will take every action necessary to prove to you that I can be trustworthy again.”

Your body relaxes slightly. She notices that your body has relaxed a bit, which makes her feel better. She’s glad that she at least had a slightly more positive impact than she anticipated. She looks back at you and she really starts to feel hope. “I really want this to work. You were always so good to me, too good even, and I took it for granted, but I’ll never take it for granted again, if you give me another chance.” She notices that you still have a sad expression, which makes her feel bad. She wants nothing more than to make you happy, but she knows that this might take some time. So she just keeps talking to you. She hopes that hearing the right words will make you smile and forgive her. “I know I don’t deserve another chance, but please, please I’m begging you to just give me one more. We can take all the time we need, just as long as we end up together again. "

“Let's see what time holds.” You say in a low tone, out of energy. She nods, accepting your answer. It’s not the immediate yes she wanted, but it’s still a good sign. She feels a little bit better inside. “Okay, I’ll wait. I’ll wait as long as I need to. I know I screwed up badly, and that it won’t be an easy thing to earn back your trust. But I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

You look away from her and lean back into the couch thinking of everything she has said. After a few minutes you ask her without looking at her, “Wanna watch a movie or something?” You didn't want to talk anymore but you didn't want her to go just yet either. She lights up as soon as you make the movie comment. She hadn’t thought about watching a movie with you or with anyone for a while. “Oh my god, yes. Please, I would love to watch a movie together. That’s all I’ve ever wanted to do, just relax with you and watch something we both enjoy.”

“Okay then.” You pick up the remote and put something on. She gets a smile on her face as you pick up the remote and turn on the tv. She leans back on the couch and gets comfortable as she watches what you put on. It’s the first time in a while that she’s just been able to relax and do something simple with you. You can't really look at her so you just watch the TV. She notices that you won't look at her, and she wonders why. She tries not to think too hard about it, and she keeps watching the TV as well. She also notices that your mood has lightened a little bit since she walked in. Maybe you’re starting to forgive her or starting to consider giving her another chance. She smiles as she hears you laughing at the movie’s jokes. It makes her feel good to see you look like you are in a better mood, and she also can’t help but smile. She really missed this. Her mood has lightened as well, and she feels less anxious, now that she’s sitting next to you again, in your living room, watching a movie. The movie ends and you guys sit in silence for a little while, just taking in the movie and the atmosphere around you. She eventually breaks the silence by looking over at you and asking: “What did you think?”

“I liked it, had some good jokes.” You smile slightly. Her face lights up when you tell her that you liked it. She agrees, saying that it had good jokes. She then asks, “Do you want to watch another one?”

“You choose this time.” You give her the remote. Your hands briefly touch each others as you pass her the remote. She takes it from you and starts browsing through the available titles. She’s not sure what to pick, but she wants to ensure that you both enjoy this one as well. She decides on a comedy, and she presses the button to start playing. You sit back and try to relax as the movie starts. She sits back as well, trying to relax. She’s not sure if you’re fully relaxed yet, but she wants to make it that way. She watches the film with you, trying to watch it and not thinking too much. Just wanting to enjoy being in this space with you again, even if it’s only as friends. You shift positions into a more comfortable one. She notices that you’ve shifted into a more comfortable position. She also notices that you haven’t really been looking at her at all, and she’s still wondering why. But she doesn’t let her thoughts distract her too much from watching the movie. She tries to focus on enjoying the moment and not over analyzing everything. The movie ends and you look up at her. She notices your eyes on her and she looks right back at you. She can still see that you’re a bit uncomfortable, like you haven’t forgiven her yet. But she doesn’t let it get her too down, and she focuses on the fact that you’re still sitting by her and you haven’t asked her to leave yet.

“It's getting a bit late…” You say looking at your phone. She looks at the time and is surprised that so much time has gone by already. “Oh god, you’re right, it’s kind of late.” She says with a yawn.

“I should go to bed. Talk tomorrow?” You say, as you look slightly in her direction. She nods and smiles. “Yeah, let’s talk tomorrow. You get some rest, and let’s talk things over again tomorrow. Okay?”

“Okay.” You get up from the couch and open the door for her to leave and go home. She gets a small smile on her face and walks to the door. “Okay, thank you for letting me come back over. Hopefully, we can talk again tomorrow.” She stops at the door and looks back at you, waiting for you to let her out. “Good night.” She walks away and she closes the door behind her. She’s glad that you’re still willing to talk, and that you let her come back. For now she’s just going to return home, get ready for bed and try to get some rest. She hopes that she will see you tomorrow. You both get some rest and head to bed. The next morning, she wakes up early and starts getting ready for the day. She hopes that she can talk to you again and make this whole thing a little bit better. She wants nothing more than to put this drama behind you two and get back to the way things used to be.

The next day you go to class as normal. She goes to class as well, and after it’s over she decides she is going to wait for you outside the door so that she can talk to you as soon as you walk out. She hopes that you’re still willing to at least listen to her. You see her standing just by the door, waiting for you to exit. She notices you and waves at you to come over to her so that you two can talk a bit. She’s hoping that you’ll be willing to hear her out again and continue the conversation you had started yesterday. “Hi…” You say shyly. She waves at you and says, “Hi. Is it okay if we talk for a bit?”

“Sure.”, You two start walking. She walks beside you, not expecting you to be too eager. She’s just happy that you let her talk to you. She notices that you still can’t really look her in the eyes. “Can I ask you something first, just before we go?" She takes a deep breath. “Do you think we can still make this work out? Do you think that eventually you will be able to forgive me?"

“I'm not sure, Ellie, I still feel very hurt. But I don't think it is an impossibility.” You say shrugging your shoulders. She nods, feeling a bit relieved but also somewhat disheartened to hear your response. She knows that there is still a chance, but she also knows that it will take a lot of time for you to heal and to trust her again. “I know it will take time. I just needed to know that there is a chance. I know how much I hurt you, and it’s not because I didn’t care. I did care, more than anything else, but I screwed up anyway.”

“Let's not talk about those things now, okay?” You give her a small smile. She smiles back at you and nods in agreement. “All right, we don’t have to talk about those things right now.”

“Could I ask you one more thing, though? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to."

“What is it?” You ask as you walk. “I noticed that you haven’t really looked at me very much recently. Not to sound paranoid or anything, but is it because you’re trying to avoid my eyes? Is it also because of what happened?”

“I'm just not used to being with you now, I guess. It's been a long time.” You say with sincerity but that's not the only reason. She nods and thinks about your response for a moment before replying. ”I’ll try not to read too much into it. It just hurt me a little to not see you at least looking at me occasionally. But I also understand that maybe it’s just strange for you to see me again. We haven’t seen each other for a while after all.” You two walk and sit outside on a bench together. She sits down beside you on the bench and looks at you, waiting for you to say something. “We’re still talking, and that’s a good sign. Can I ask you one more personal question?”

“Yes?” You reply a bit anxious. She gets a little nervous as she realizes how personal the question she’s going to ask really is. “It is kind of weird. It’s something you really don’t have to answer if you don't want to.”

“Okay…” You respond cautiously. She takes another deep breath before asking the question. “Do you still have feelings for me? Or did you completely lose them?”

“i ... “ You got nervous as she asked it. “I think there's still something there…” You say almost in a whisper. She notices that you get a little bit nervous when she asked the question, and in response she puts her hand over yours. “I’m not asking because I want an immediate yes or no answer. If you need more time, then you can have it. I just need to know, please. Do you have any feelings left for me?” You can feel her calloused hands that you have been missing so much these past months. The size difference between your hands compared to hers is quite funny. Yours almost looks like a childs. You look at her hand on yours. “I think there's still something there…” You say quietly, but loud enough for her to hear. You continue to look down at your hands and her tattoo on her right forearm. She smiles slightly and squeezes your hand. “I’m really glad to hear that. I know this will take time, but I really didn’t want you to completely lose all those feelings. You can take all the time you need, but I’m glad we both know that you haven’t given up on us yet." You give her a shy smile. She smiles back at you, relieved. She didn’t want this whole thing to be a lost cause, and knowing that you still have feelings for her, even if they’ve faded a bit, is enough to make her at least feel a little bit better. She leans over close to you in an attempt to lighten the mood. “See? You still have a soft spot for me.”

“Don't get too cocky now.” You say playfully. She laughs slightly in response to your playful comment. 

“Okay okay, I might have assumed too much. But you have to admit, there is still something here between us. You haven’t walked away and you’re still willing to talk to me. That means something.”

“I guess it does.” You look up at her. She glances up at you again, enjoying this little moment between the two of you. “Yeah, it definitely does. I’m glad that I still mean something to you.” You hold her hand back. She feels your hand grasping hers. She enjoys the feeling of your hand in hers, even just for a bit. She then squeezes your hand a little, trying to show you how much she wants to be with you. “Even though we’re not back together, this doesn’t feel so bad either, does it? We’re getting closer every day.”

You lean your head on her shoulder slowly. She feels your head on her shoulder and she feels a rush of affection. She really loves feeling close to you. She puts her arm around you, holding you tightly. It feels so good to have you back where she wants you. “I love that you’re leaning on me. I guess we are getting closer after all.” You close your eyes and just enjoy the moment for a bit. When you close your eyes, she takes this as an opportunity to get even closer. And so, she pulls you a little more towards her, and her arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you so that your bodies are touching. She still doesn’t want to push it too far, but she really wants to feel closer to you at this moment. You get butterflies as she pulls you closer. She can feel your heartbeat through your body, beating so rapidly and so strongly. She’s so close to you, she can smell your scent and it makes her feel butterflies too. She doesn’t say anything, she just wants to soak this moment in and enjoy being this close to you.

A few weeks later you were hanging out at her place. You have been getting along quite well and she hadn't messed up anything yet. You had gone out together a few times, studied together, hung out like you used to, gone on “dates”' with her, as she liked to call them. She was really putting in the effort this time. You had had a few really great days, with your time together becoming more frequent and more intimate. Just being close to her felt good, like you two used to feel. She had even started to open up a little as well. You had been taking things slow and it was going well. You still felt some pain when you thought of the past. But you can't deny that you want to go a little further with her. You're just a bit scared to make a move. You sit next to her on the couch, cuddling up to her as you watch a movie together.

You hold her hand. She feels your hand taking hers, wrapping around it tightly. She can still feel those butterflies in her stomach from just being with you. She doesn't reply in words, instead just simply squeezing your hand. It feels comforting to have you holding her hand again. You smile a bit not looking at her but at the TV. She notices that you're looking straight ahead, never taking your eyes off the screen. She finds this cute, but she decides to try to distract you just a little. With her other hand she starts to rub the palm of your hand. The rubbing of her thumb starts to lightly stroke your palm a little. You feel the butterflies appearing once more. The slight rubbing of her thumb against the palm of your hand seems to have an effect. You can feel your heart beating a little faster, so you know that those butterflies are definitely there. She smiles a little as she continues to rub your palm, wanting to see if she can make the butterflies keep coming back. She also wants to see how long until you're not able to resist her touch. You lean your head on her shoulder as you watch the movie. She smiles as you lean your head on her shoulder, she has a feeling that you're getting more and more comfortable with her again. She continues to rub your palm with her thumb, wanting to keep those butterflies around for just a little while longer.

You chuckle at the funny scene on the screen. She also lets off a little laugh as the movie scene plays out. As she laughs she continues to rub the palm of your hand a bit, wanting to keep that feeling of butterflies for as long as she can. You hold her hand a little tighter, She feels your squeeze and she smiles a little as a response. She continues to rub her thumb against the palm of your hand. It feels so nice to be so close to you again, she just wants to stay like this. As the movie ends you don't move, and neither does she. You just sit there, with your bodies pressed up next to each other. You can feel the heat coming from her and it just makes you feel so comfortable. She's waiting for you to say something, or to do something. This might be the perfect moment for you to take the next step in your reconciliation. It's all up to you. You nuzzle into her neck a bit more. As you nuzzle into her neck, she smiles and wraps her other arm around you. You can feel the warmth of her body and she feels the warmth of yours as well. It's a very calming and relaxing feeling to be close to her like this again. You're just enjoying having her like this, just the two of you, sitting, nuzzling, and enjoying each others' company.

“I missed this…” You say quietly. She smiles when she hears you say those words. It just makes her feel so happy knowing that you like being this close to her again. “I did miss this as well.” She says quietly, then she pulls you even closer and kisses your neck lightly. She’s waiting to see how you’ll respond to this, hoping that you’ll like it and that it’ll make you happy. You feel a bit caught off guard by the neck kiss. She can feel your body reacting to it and tensing up a bit, and it makes her feel so proud. You had been taking things a little slowly up to this point, but this feels like the next right step. This seems like a natural way for the two of you to have physical intimacy, and she can feel that you’re enjoying it. She pulls you a little bit closer still, wanting to get even closer to you. You look up at her a bit confused.

She sees you look up at her and she smiles at you. Her smile seems more genuine than before. She keeps kissing your neck lightly and slowly, not wanting to go too fast, but she knows what you like and where you like to be touched. She wants to make this experience as pleasurable for you as possible. You giggle as the kisses are tickling your neck. She smiles at your giggle, finding it incredibly cute. She likes making you happy, and so she continues the kisses on your neck, still waiting to see if you want more or if you want her to stop. It starts to feel like more than just mere innocent kisses as she continues. She keeps going, wanting to see how far she can take this before you pull back. She doesn’t want to go all the way and take this too far if you're not comfortable, but she wants to get to a point where she can feel confident that you’re as comfortable with this as she is with you.

You start to blush a bit. She notices this new development as you start to blush. She takes this as a positive sign that you’re liking what she’s doing and that’s really what matters to her. She keeps kissing along your neck, and then moves to softly kissing your cheeks and cheek bone. She wants you to feel this intimacy and closeness, and it feels amazing for her as well. You close your eyes as you feel her lips on your skin. She takes note of the fact that you’ve closed your eyes, and this makes her feel amazing. That you’re now so comfortable with her and your intimacy that you’ve closed your eyes for her. It makes her feel more confident, and also more loving and caring. She moves her hands to your shoulders, wanting to pull you in as tightly as possible so that it’s just the two of you sharing this moment together. You hold her as well. You wrap your arms around her as she pulls you in. You two are holding each other, cuddling up tight as you both soak in this intimate moment. She can feel the heat from your body, and it feels so amazing. She’s enjoying this as much as you are. At this point she’s not sure how much further you want this to go, but she’s enjoying every bit of being close to you again, and she’s not in a rush. The two of you stay close together for quite awhile, as she just enjoys this moment with you. It feels nice to be this close, as well as to have this level of intimacy. The two of you are truly starting to connect again, and feel like it’s the beginning of your reconciliation. Although she’s not rushing this, she also is not opposed to taking things a bit further if that’s what you want. She also knows that you probably would want to at some point, by your body language. You give her a quick peck on the cheek and lean back on her shoulder. She smiles as you give her a kiss on the cheek, and as you lean your head on her shoulder again. At this point she’s not sure just how much intimacy you want, but she will allow you to test just where your limits are. She rubs her fingers around your shoulders gently in an attempt to make you feel completely loved and cherished.

“I missed feeling like this…” You say feeling the warmth of her touch. She smiles a little at that. She liked knowing that she was able to make you feel these warm and loving feelings again. “So did I. I’ve missed being this close to you, I’ve missed feeling this kind of intimacy with you.” Her words warm your heart. She knows that the words she’s saying are things you truly want to hear. She keeps giving you words of love and affection, wanting to make you feel even more reassured about the fact that things really are okay between the two of you again. After a bit you sit back up straight, and stretch from the position you had been in, watching the movie. She notices your stretching and decides to sit up as well. She had loved having you so close, but she could see that you were getting a little bit uncomfortable after being in that position for so long. She then looks at you, not sure what to say next or if there’s anything that needs to be said at all. You sit facing her on the couch, not sure what to say. The two of you have been quiet for a bit now, just sitting there on the couch with nothing to say. She feels that this moment might be a little bit awkward, so she decides to break the silence. “So what should we do now?” She asks, deciding to switch back to one of your usual topics of conversation.

“You still have mario kart?” You ask, smiling. She smiles back when you bring up Mario Kart and says, “I do actually. I had it brought over when I was moving to campus. Do you really want to play Mario Kart with me?” She says this in a joking manner, but she’s really not joking. That was something the two of you had done many times together back in your relationship, and she’d love to do it again if you’re up for it. “I'll win, you'll see.” You say looking at her with a smug face. She laughs a little at your cocky attitude, but she also really likes it. She can’t deny that your confidence makes her even more attracted to you, even in this playful way. “Oh yeah? You think you could beat me?” She asks you with a playful grin. “I know I can.” You nudge her slightly. She smiles when you nudge her and replies, “Oh no, you did not just say that. You wanna put your money where your mouth is then? I will own you in Mario Kart.”

“Put the game on then…” You look at her teasingly. She takes that as the challenge that it is, and pulls out the game cartridge, and puts it into the console where she then turns the system on. She then selects multiplayer and gets the set-up ready. “You ready to lose?” She asks you with a playful grin, waiting for you to take the controller and get this going. “Are you ready to get absolutely destroyed?” You reply with a smirk on your face. She laughs at your confidence and replies, “Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure if I were you. Have you seen me play Mario Kart? I can be quite formidable.”

“I think you are forgetting my skills.” You say in a teasing manner. She smirks at your comment, feeling even more confident in her skills than before. “Are you saying that you’ve got more or better skills than I do? Because I highly doubt that.”

“Let's see then.” The race starts. When the race starts she smiles at you. She hits the gas and starts to speed up, and before too long she moves ahead of you in first place. It’s just the first lap, but she’s already off to a strong start. You throw turtles at her and get in the first place yourself. She feels one of the turtle shells hit her as you overtake her, and she ends up falling back to second place. She doesn’t let this slow her down though, and she does what she can to gain back the first spot. She still sees that there’s no way you would be able to maintain this pace, which is giving her hope. She’s not going to lose this just yet. On the last lap you were neck-to-neck. You and her battle this final lap, back and forth as you take the lead, and then she overtakes you. It almost seems like this race is being played at a constant, neck-to-neck position. She’s getting slightly more nervous now, but she doesn’t let that show. She’s determined to win this race. You drive over a speed boost and pass her, winning the race at the last minute. She can’t believe it, she tried so hard only to have you take the win at the last possible second. She feels a little betrayed, even though she knows she should just be happy for you. She doesn’t say anything as you finish ahead of her, just trying to keep her composure and trying to not let her pride and ego get the best of her.

“And now who's the better player?” You look at her teasingly. She smiles at this but can’t help but be annoyed that you’re right about being the better player. “I hate you.” She says half jokingly, but she doesn’t let this take away from the fact that she loves your confidence. “No you don't.” You get a bit closer to her. She gets a bit embarrassed when you get so close, but it still makes her happy. “Maybe not, you are a pretty good player.” She says teasingly, but she can’t deny that you really are a good player indeed.

“Wasn't so hard to admit, was it?” You say in a teasing way, getting closer to her face whilst looking at her. She feels her heart beating faster when you come even closer to her own face, and it makes her blush lightly. “No, I guess it wasn't so hard.” She admits, being fully aware that you are teasing her in a playful way, which she finds to be quite humorous. You continue to look her in the eyes. She can’t help but keep looking into your eyes too, feeling very close and comfortable with you. This was something she very much enjoyed, that intimate, closeness of being face-to-face with you like this. You start feeling the butterflies again as you look at her. Your eyes speak volumes as you look at each other. She feels the connection between you two is growing more and more as you continue to look at her like this. She notices that your heart rate seems to be increasing, as well as how you can’t stop looking at her. This is an incredibly intimate moment, with that mix of nerves due to how fast your heart rate is increasing. She's enjoying this though, seeing you become so affected by her and the closeness between you two. You shake your head and sit back straight looking at the TV. She sees that you’re now sitting straight and looking away. She feels a bit bad that she might’ve been a little bit too close and maybe overwhelmed you. She decides to sit back a bit from you, just so that you’re not feeling like she’s taking it too far too soon. She’s not trying to move too fast, so she backs away just a little.

“Want a rematch?” You look at her with a smile after a few seconds. She laughs when you ask about a rematch, but she’s not opposed to it. “Oh, so if I beat you, will you admit that I’m better?” She says with a laugh, not taking your challenge too seriously.

“I'm going to win again, you'll see.” You had a smirk on your face as you said it. She smiles at your confidence, feeling very amused by you and enjoying this playful side you’re showing. “Oh is that so? Well, let's just see about that then.” She says, ready to beat you during this rematch.

The rematch starts, and you and her are neck to neck the whole way through it once again, each of you taking the lead only for the other one to take the lead from the other again. But before too long, you manage to secure yourself the number one position, pulling ahead by just a little bit and beating her out the race once more. You laugh as you win, looking at her. “How does it feel to lose?” You tease her playfully. She laughs back at this, feeling a little bit frustrated that she’s lost twice in a row now. “Not great, I’ll admit. I had hoped I’d do a little better, but it seems you’ve got me beat.” She admits, still trying to keep her cool.

“I do, don't I?” You get closer to her again. As you get closer to her she feels a more intense feeling of butterflies rushing through her. It’s that same feeling of closeness that she felt a few minutes ago. “Yes, you really do. You’re an extremely good player, I have to admit.” She says, continuing to speak with a bit of humor in her voice.

“I’m the best really…” You say teasingly. She laughs. “Oh, you're the best? That's quite egotistical of you, don't you think?” She says in a bit of a teasing manner as well. You look at her with a teasing look in your eyes. She looks back at you, seeing the look on your eyes. She thinks it’s very cute, and she smiles at the sight. She can’t help but feel that happy with you being so close to her, and that playful look in your eyes, it’s making her feel slightly flustered.

“Oh are you blushing now?” You tease her again. She sees that you noticed her slight blush and feels a bit embarrassed, but she keeps quiet about this. She decides to just play along with you, keeping a teasing tone as well. “Maybe I am blushing a little, but I just can’t help it when I'm this close to you.”

“I'm irresistible, I know.” You look her dead in the eyes with a smile. She feels like her heart is racing as she stares back at you. It honestly doesn’t feel like she can tear her eyes away from yours. She’s feeling that same feeling of butterflies rushing throughout her, but this intense look between you two also adds another layer to this. She can feel herself get a bit more flustered. “See? You can't even answer me anymore.” You hold her chin speaking in a lower voice. The way you are now holding her chin just makes everything even more intense for her. The low voice and the way you’re looking at her makes her feel slightly breathless. She can’t find the words to speak back, as her heart races all that much faster now. You get slightly closer to her, “Cat got your tongue?”

She feels like her heart is going 120 miles per hour as you get ever so close to her. She can’t speak a single word, and can barely breathe even. Your voice is making it hard for her to focus on anything else but you and how close you are right now. She’s just staring back at you, not knowing what to do or say to this. “Maybe I should check if your tongue is still there…” You look at her lips and then at her eyes again. Her eyes widen when she realizes that you may be thinking about kissing her. She gets so flustered when you mention even the possibility of it. It’s like all her thoughts are blocked up whenever she thinks about kissing you. She tries to find her voice again but just can’t think of any reply to this. She feels her face get even hotter and more flushed the more she imagines you kissing her.

You look at her for a few more seconds before kissing her hard and pull your body to hers instantaneously, completely losing yourself in the moment when your lips touched hers. The first second of contact is an indescribable feeling. The next thing she knows, you’re pulling her into you, and she feels all of you pressed up against her while your lips are locking with hers. The sensation is overwhelmingly hot, and there’s nothing she could do to get herself out of this. She was lost in you, and she loves this feeling. You hold her face firmly as you kiss her. She feels the warmth of your lips on hers, and all thought is suddenly completely blocked out, leaving room only for pure emotion. This kiss was hot, and she didn’t want it to end any time soon. She was feeling that intense feeling of pure connection, and she just wanted more of you, she couldn’t get enough of it. As you pull her into you, she also moves her hands to your body, and your bodies become intertwined as you both feel the warmth between you two. You can feel her hands moving up and down, exploring every single inch of your skin.

Lost in the moment you straddle her on the couch, continuing to kiss her like there's no tomorrow. It’s like nothing else mattered at this moment aside from the two of you. The intensity that was rising from inside both of you made every moment a pure, unadulterated experience. She didn’t know anything anymore other than the passion that was exploding all over her. She could feel the heat inside her rising with each kiss, and as you straddled her she couldn’t have cared what anyone or anything thought of this moment that she was so lost in. You hold her hair back as you pull her in for another kiss. There’s something so intoxicating about the way you kiss her, and she can’t get enough of you. There’s nothing else that matters anymore, just you and her. Her face is so hot from the passion of this intense moment between two people who were once separated by so much, but now they couldn’t be any more connected in this moment together.

As the tension builds up you take your top off. Her breath catches at the sight of you pulling it off. Her eyes are completely locked on you, watching every single layer of clothing come off of you. The sight of this is making the heat inside her feel all the more intense. Her mouth waters at the notion of how much closer you two will become. You look at her after taking it off and go back to kissing her. She feels that same intense feeling inside of her again as she watches you take off your top that was between you two. She feels her breath catch again, as it makes the moment even more intense and much hotter. It’s almost as if her body is completely unable to do anything else other than kiss you and feel the overwhelming feelings flooding through her. You start feeling your core heating up as you two make out. You had wanted this for so long and now you just couldn't stop. Your brain could only think of one thing: Ellie. 

You feel her hands on your waist and you get shivers. Her hands continue to move up and down your body, making your entire body shiver. It’s like she has this powerful control over you, and you're entirely being taken over by these intense feelings. She does suddenly get that feeling of wanting to be the one in control. She moves herself onto you and she feels that same sort of control surge through her. She’s now straddling you and leaning down to kiss you again. You look up at her as she takes control. She makes sure to maintain eye contact with you as she holds you with her weight and kisses you passionately. The control really does feel like it's hers now, and she’s taking no chances of losing it again. She’s going to stay in control as long as she can, since it feels that much more fun to be taking the lead. 

You suddenly remember the way you two interacted behind closed doors. Especially in the bedroom. The power dynamic between you two used to be very intense and you loved it. Your heart starts to race as you see her behavior change so drastically. She manages to pick you up from the couch, and she puts you down on her bed, not letting go of your body the entire time. This moment has never felt more intense. Her control is now so much more powerful this way, and she feels so good being the one to be taking charge of the situation. You look up at her after she throws you on the bed. She stares down at you, looking at you very intensely that she has you under her complete control in the bed. Her expression is that of someone who intends to have her way. There was nothing she wouldn’t do to get this moment exactly how she wanted it to be.

She takes off her t-shirt to let her body feel the open air of this moment. Her eyes are still locked on you as she begins to take off your shorts. She does this very slowly and passionately, keeping an intense stare at you the entire time. You look at her not being able to get your eyes off of hers. She seems to be enjoying this power dynamic that the two of you have. She missed having you at her mercy. She’s taking as much time as she wants with you, so she can see every inch of your body. She’s not moving as quickly as she would normally, but she wants this moment to last as long as the two of you want.

At each moment she grew more and more dominant, she was enjoying this feeling very much, knowing that you were completely hers. She enjoyed the feeling of having someone under her complete control so much, she would love to keep it going just a little bit longer. She gets on top of you, pressing herself right between your legs, keeping her weight on top of you. She feels very dominant in this position, feeling that same intense feeling of butterflies inside her from before. She can see how much this is affecting you, and feels a little bit of a rush from this feeling of power. You are feeling very turned on by her. The way you felt before she got on top of you was just the beginning of how much more you would feel. Not only do you feel the dominance of her, but also the intensity of her body pressed up against yours. She was feeling very hot laying on top of you like this, and she enjoyed how much it seemed to be turning you on. The friction on your crotch is starting to make you go insane.

“Fuck…” You mumble out as she looks at you dead in the eyes. The feeling of dominance is very strong when she stares you down. She can see your face grow redder as you begin to mumble, and she knows that the feeling of her weight on you is doing something to you. Her lips meet yours once more, and you feel the same intense feeling that you felt in her eyes when she first kissed you. It’s as if your entire body was just being completely overcome with euphoria and it was the only feeling you could process. She makes out with you very intensely, but after some time passes she gets up from the bed, looking back down at you. “Take your bra off, now.” The way she commands you to take off your bra makes your heartbeat speed up just that much more. She has an extremely commanding personality, and it was clear that she wouldn’t take no for an answer at this moment. You sit up and do as she says. She watches carefully as you do what she had ordered you to do. She can notice the nervous and tense nature of your hands as they begin to slowly take your bra off. Once you were finally done, she stares right at you, with an even more intense focus than before.

She stares down at your bare chest and gets slightly more excited. She loves the sight of your body, and she can’t help but let her gaze linger. It’s like her eyes are locked on your beautiful tits, and she feels such a strong urge to kiss you again. She kisses you passionately, but what’s even more interesting for you is the feeling of her hands on your body. She seems to be roaming all over it, just exploring every inch of your skin. Then one of her hands cups your breast and starts fondling it. You feel these tiny little goosebumps come over your skin as she runs her hands all over you. She keeps her hands moving constantly, running them up along your sides, up and down your thighs, all over your body making every inch of your skin seem to shiver. You let out small moans into the kiss. As she kept kissing you, she noticed that you started letting out small moans each time. This was very intense for her, and she couldn’t help but like the sound of those soft moans coming from you. They were making her go crazy. She places her hand on your thigh and her touch feels so good against your skin. It’s almost like she’s taking over your whole body, leaving no inch untouched.

She looks at you as she moves her hand upwards. She sees that you noticed her touching your thigh, and she moves her hand. Your breath catches as her hand comes higher and higher, you keep waiting for her to stop but she keeps moving up. You look at her, trying to catch your breath. You’re trying to keep yourself from letting out too many sounds, but you can’t help but let out some soft exhales each time she goes higher. You feel the excitement rising within you, feeling every second of this moment and all of the movement of her hand. She finally reached the spot she had wanted and you feel your breath catch in your throat when she does that. She seemed to have noticed your reaction to her and you see that she smirks for a second before continuing what she was doing just now. She starts moving her fingers over the cloth of your panties, still looking at you, biting her lower lip. Her finger movements are so subtle and light that they just feel like small waves washing over that one spot, making you shiver. She can tell this is just exactly where she wants to be, and seeing you bite your lip in anticipation is making the moment so much more exciting. She can feel how aroused you are getting. She feels the intensity of your arousal slowly rising, the wet patch forming on your underwear, and the feeling of this power she had over you is incredibly intoxicating. She liked the feeling of knowing that she could make you feel this way, and she wasn’t planning on letting you go any time soon.

“Fuck…” You let out as she continues to move her fingers. The sound of your voice as you let out these little curses just makes her grin more. It’s very clear that she had hit the right spot, just as she remembered it. She gets overtaken by her feeling of control and orders you to get on your knees in front of her. She completely takes over this moment. “On your knees, now.” Her voice is not soft anymore, but raspy and demanding. Her level of dominance was through the roof, and she couldn’t take it anymore. You were hers again. It’s like she’s taking over your entire mind with her demands. Your thoughts can only really focus on one thing right now as you get on your knees in front of her, waiting to see what she’s going to do next. She sits on the bed manspreading with you right in between her legs. You have no idea what to expect, but she seems to know exactly what she’s going to do. Her legs are completely spread wide, with her sitting on the edge of the bed. Her stare is once again incredibly intense, and you can’t stop but feel excited and a little bit nervous all at once.

You look up at her eyes. Her eyes seem to be almost like she’s looking into your entire soul, and she feels more in control than ever before with your gaze focused entirely at her. She feels such a strong power over you in this moment, and she can’t help but start to let out a small smirk on her lips as she watches you keep looking at her. She holds your chin and looks at you. The way she holds your chin and looks directly into your eyes makes this feeling of intense power even stronger. She seems to be enjoying herself very much with this level of dominance over you. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?” She asks, looking you dead in the eyes, still holding your chin. She looks deep into your eyes as she asks you that question, and you can already feel the pressure that the question itself is placing on you. You can tell she expects you to be a good girl now, so you better not disappoint her. You nod as she waits for your response. She can see how you nod, and that seems to be the answer she was looking for. She smiles wide and says, “Good girl.” She gives you a little kiss on your forehead as a reward for your response, but makes it clear that the expectation of you being a good girl is not going away any time soon. With her thumb brushing against your lips, it seems as though she’s just playing around with you. She seems to be enjoying taking control and playing with you, as it’s making you feel some of the most intense emotions that you’ve ever felt in a while.

“Open up.” She says in a low voice as she puts her thumb into your mouth. The moment her thumb is in your mouth, you feel a sense of euphoria that you would have never thought was possible you would ever feel again. All of the feelings that she’s been giving you up until now feel as though they are being brought to the next level. She had really taken control of this moment, and you could feel her thumb moving inside of your mouth in a way that just made it feel even more incredible than you could have ever expected. Your breath caught in such a way that you couldn’t help but let out some more of those little curses. Your lips wrap around her thumb, and you really let yourself sink into this act. After you sucked on her thumb, she kisses you again, and it feels like all of the intense emotions are just growing even further. You can feel the same kind of sensation as before, and you didn’t imagine it could be possible to have someone take over your entire body like this again.

“Now, you are going to stay right there like a good girl and I'll be right back.” She says to you as she gets up to go get something, but her final words make you wait right there as she tells you to stay put. You follow her orders the entire time she’s gone, knowing that she’ll have something else in store for you when she arrives back. You keep looking down at the ground as you await her return, still in that same position you were told to stay in. You can’t help but notice this level of dominance she was taking over you, and the way she just made you stay in this position and wait for her was really making you feel something very exciting. She comes back and praises you for not moving as she demanded. The act of staying so perfectly still when you had been told to wait made you feel incredibly good when she praised you for following her orders perfectly. You didn’t expect to be acting so perfectly submissive, but you didn’t mind one bit either. She sits on the bed and says. “Come sit on my lap. Be a good girl for me, yeah?” You immediately feel a rush as she says those words. You follow them like the good girl she demanded you to keep being, and you have no problem with doing what she asks you to do. You sit on her lap and she smiles wide when she sees that you are complying again with her wishes.

She starts lightly touching your body and tracing it with her fingers. Her light touches feel just as incredible as  before as she lightly touches your chest and stomach with her fingers, tracing them all along your body and creating some of the most intense feelings that you’ve ever felt. She seemed to be enjoying herself again, finding every inch of your body and enjoying just how much she could get you to tremble under her grasp. She is loving feeling this dominance over you again. She really missed you. Her fingers now move down to your thighs, tracing around them in circles. You can practically feel the sensation of tingling, moving through your body with each touch of her fingers. You see her staring at you as you sit on her lap, and she continues to move her fingers slowly upwards. She makes it very clear that she’s looking to touch and explore just about every inch of your body. The moment her fingers get to where she wanted, your sopping cunt, you find yourself letting out another of these little curses for just how intense this all was. Her lips curl up into a smile as she sees how much effect her fingers have on you. You felt the most intense sensation when she touched your clit through the wet fabric, and you couldn’t help but let out these little sounds. The way she kept moving her fingers in tiny circles a little faster had you feeling every tiny movement. She made it so that she was really making you have another level of sensation that just made this entire experience even more exciting.

You look at her biting your lower lip. The way you bit your lower lip in reaction to this made the moment for her even more intense. You just looked like such a good girl and she still had so much further to go with you. “I'm going to make you feel good now, okay?” She said in a teasing tone as she slid your panties to the side feeling how wet you really were. Your body responded instantly to these words of hers as you felt a surge of nervousness and excitement all over you. She didn’t have to explain at all what kind of feelings she was referring to, your body already knew. The whole point of this interaction so far had been based on letting her be in control, so when she said that she would make you feel good, you knew that she would.  She can clearly see from your reaction how much these touches mean to you, and she loved it. That smirk of hers seemed to widen even more when she heard your moans of pleasure as she slowly inserted one of her slender fingers inside you slowly.  Because of this new level of excitement that was building between you, she started to feel unstoppable. “Do you like that?” She asks. The moment she asked you this, you found yourself nodding yes instantly. You were already feeling so much from her touches and your body was enjoying every moment of it. So of course you liked it. She starts moving her finger in and out of you a little faster as her other hand holds the back of your head so you continue to look at her. The way she kept going faster had you feel pure ecstasy as she looked you in the eyes so you know who is in charge here. “I'm going to make you feel even better, okay?” She said in a low and raspy tone. Your body responded instantly to these words of hers. Then she inserted another finger into your tight hole and started moving them even faster, curling them inside you. She hit your g spot on the first try. She knew your body too well, and hadn't forgotten one single bit. 

She can clearly see from your reaction how much these touches are affecting you, and she loved it. That smirk of hers seemed to widen even more because of this new level of excitement that was building between you. “Do you like that?” She asked as she kept going faster and harder. You started feeling that familiar knot in your stomach form. The moment she asked you this, you found yourself nodding yes instantly again. You were already feeling so much from her touches and your body was enjoying every moment of it. So of course you loved it. You felt like you were about to cum at any second now. She didn't stop for one second until she heard your moans as you felt your orgasm wash over you. She felt really confident as she made you cum. You couldn’t wait to feel what would come next. She slowly took her fingers from inside you and brought them up into her mouth sucking your juices. She went feral when she tasted you again after so much time. The moment she grabbed at the hem of your underwear, your eyes widened a little because she had really taken it to the next level. Up until now, it had felt somewhat familiar and maybe just a little bit intense, but this was on a whole new level. You felt yourself getting very aroused by her again. This whole time she had been making you feel this intense feeling within you, but you can tell that she wants more. She is going to fuck you until you beg her to stop. There's no going back now.

Her smirk keeps getting wider every time you react to her touch, so this was getting even more exciting for her. She had been enjoying herself the whole time, but it was still a very important thing for her to see how much this was having an impact on you as well. She lays you down on the bed, her hand still touching you as she looks down on you. You can see her looking down at you with that same wide smirk on her face, and you still don’t know how much further this will go yet. “Take them off baby girl.” She orders you to take your last remaining piece of clothing as she watches. She motions to your panties that were completely soaked at this point. You take them off slowly. You are now completely bare. Every time she sees you take your clothes off, she seems to get more and more excited. She had never expected you to show off this level of submission so soon, but she was loving every second of it. She felt this new level of power, and she is taking full advantage of it.

She looks at you with a hungry gaze as she seems to be enjoying this entire situation. Your body is completely exposed to her now, and she’s ready to take full advantage of it. You liked it, and you couldn’t wait to feel what would come next. You look up at her, waiting. She continues to look at your body, admiring it, just enjoying this whole situation way too much. Her eyes seem to be glued to you, and she wasn’t going to break that focus anytime soon. Ellie opens your legs and looks at the mess she just made of you. She feels proud of herself, but she will make you scream her name in no time. She knows it. She still knows what you like and what makes you go crazy. She remembers every touch and every spot that made you beg for her to stop. As she opens up your legs, you can feel the sensation of just how deep her power has reached over you. You are completely exposed, your body is completely bare in front of her, and you are completely in her control.

“Ellie…” You tried to speak up but then suddenly her expression changed into a serious one. “Ellie? You know that's not how you address me.” She looks a bit annoyed waiting for you to call her the same name as when you were still together. “Come on now, you know full well that's not my name…” You look up at her blushing as you remember what she liked to be called. “Do I have to spell it out? Or are you going to be a good girl?” She said in a low and raspy voice, but with a very serious look on her face. You knew how possessive she would get every time you had sex. You finally got the guts to say it out loud, so you take a deep breath and tell her what she wants to hear. “Yes daddy… Sorry daddy…” You look away from her as she gets her smirk back on her face. “Wasn't so hard was it? Good girl.” She said and you felt every hair in your body go up. Your quick apology and change of vocabulary has her smile getting even wider, as you knew she loved being called that, just as much as you liked being treated as such. She was loving this entire situation. She looks back down at you with her gaze, looking you up and down like you were some kind of an object of her own creation. Your body belongs to her now, and she was not going to let you go. She continues to look at you for a moment, before she eventually moves her finger to you. She seems to be considering something, but you can’t exactly tell what it is yet. You wait patiently for her to touch you again. She touches you lightly once again, moving her hand down to your pussy and this time, she seems to be moving her fingers a bit quicker. She seemed to be thinking what to do with you next, and you couldn’t help but feel a rush of adrenaline with this kind of change. She looked at what she had gotten up to get when she told you to get on your knees. You recognized that box. You know what's inside it, and you can't believe this is really happening. 

She notices you looking at the box and smiles as she sees your reaction to it. “You know what that is, don't you baby girl?...” You look up at her and see her eyes are filled with desire. Her pupils blown at the sight of you naked in front of her. “I’m going to use it on you now, and you are going to take it without any complaints, understood?” She said as she held your neck so you would look straight in her eyes. She squeezed it a bit to get an answer out of you. “Yes daddy…” You responded with your brows furrowed, looking at her. She gives you a passionate kiss and then pulls back leaving you wanting more. “Good girl. Don't move while daddy gets things ready, understood?” You nod instantaneously. She smiles at you with a teasing look in her eyes. She goes to her bedside table and takes out some lube from the drawer. She then takes her jeans off, still looking at you making sure you don't move. She's now only in her sports bra and her boxers. You look at her toned body and only get more aroused at the sight of her. She opens the box and takes off her strap. Your eyes widen as she does. She noticed your excitement and a smirk appeared on her face once more. She put it on and walked over to you, with your legs still wide open for her. She opens the lube tube and puts some on her deep purple strap. She always referred to it as her cock, sometimes she wishes it was real, so she could feel how hot and tight you are while she fucks you. She holds the base as she spreads the lube on her cock as she looks you dead in the eyes with a predatory look. “Are you ready for me to stretch your tight little hole?” She asks you as she lines the tip with your entrance. You look up at her and nod. She looks at you with an animalistic expression on her face. You gulp as you wait for her to move. She teases you a bit before actually pushing it in.

“Fuck… I wanted this for so long…” She says as she looks down at your cunt, ready to penetrate you. “Be a good girl and take what I give you, yeah?” She says this as she pushes it inside you slowly, making you let out moans. You weren't used to the size of her strap anymore. It hurt a little bit but it hurt so good though. When she is completely inside you she gives you a quick kiss and as she does that she starts moving her hips, thrusting into you. She loves the sounds you make but she doesn't want her neighbors to complain about it so she covers your mouth. “Shut up you slut.” Your eyes widened as she called  you that name. You can't lie. You loved her dirty talk, and it just made you feel something tingle in your tummy. She started fucking into you a bit faster and she smirked at your expression as she did so. As she thrusts into you she starts losing that smirk and looks at you with predatory eyes. She starts going faster and harder, making you let out tiny sounds as her hand is still over your mouth. She is really enjoying having you like this. Like she wants. You are hers now and she'll use you as she pleases. With her other hand she holds your hips so she can thrust harder into you making you whine every time she enters you. “No making any noise, yeah?” She asks you more like a demand, as she takes her hand off of your mouth. You nod trying not to moan out loud. She smiles mischievously as she sees you struggle to stay quiet. “You know what happens when you don't do as I say, don't you?” She looks at you with a smirk on her face as she watches your facial expressions. “Yes daddy…” You respond trying not to make too much noise. “Good girl, you dont want daddy to punish you, do you?” 

“No daddy, I'll be a good girl for you.” You say as she continues to fuck you relentlessly. She's feeling on top of the world having you under her like that. She missed fucking you. Especially like this. The other girls she was with when you were broken up never got to this level. She'd get tired of them. But you? She could never get tired of you. The fact that it was such a quick response made her look over at you with even more desire, and she had this look of complete control written all over her face. She continued to fuck you, and this time, she started rubbing your clit at the same time and moved her fingers even faster than before. This was her way of making you feel good, and you could already tell that you were going to enjoy yourself. You felt the knot forming again as you looked up at her still trying not to make any noise but some whimpers and little curses still escaped your mouth from time to time. She felt really proud of herself as you were getting closer to your second orgasm of the night. She continued and you couldn't take it anymore. “Can i cum daddy? Please?” You ask with pleading eyes not sure how long you'd be able to hold it in.

“I don't know… Do you think you deserve it? Have you been a good girl?” You look at her, pressing your lips together trying to stay quiet. “Yes daddy, I have.” You tell her as you feel like you're about to burst. She smiles down at you as you speak. “Okay baby girl, cum for me then. Cum all over my cock.” Ellie could swear she could feel your walls clenching around her strap. You finally let go and moan as you orgasm. It was so intense that you couldn’t not make sound. She watched you cum as her strap also hit her clit every time she thrusted. She could cum just from looking at you. “That's it… cum all over daddy's cock…” As you hear her low and raspy voice your tummy feels a bit funny. You could cum just from her talking to you like this.

As you come down from your high, Ellie starts going slower as she kisses you, trying to calm you down. She petted your hair as she called you her good girl over and over in your ear quietly. She stopped and took it out slowly, still looking at you trying to catch your breath. She gave you one more kiss and then got up, when you calmed down. She stood in front of you with her strap still on, covered in your cum. By the way she looked at you, you already knew what she wanted next, but you waited for her to say it. “Get on your knees and suck my cock clean like a good girl.” You can't resist her and her voice when she talks to you like that. You sit up and then get out of the bed. You kneel down in front of her. She looks at you the whole time with a smirk on her face. She lines it up with your mouth holding the base. “Open up…” You look up at her as you open your mouth and start sucking her cock. She swears she can feel your mouth on her. She places her other hand on your head and gently guides you as you suck all your cum off of her.

As you finish you look up at her smiling out of breath. She pets your head as she smiles down at you feeling proud of you. She then gets down to your level and kisses you passionately. “That's my good girl.” She praises you by stroking your face. You forgot how much you loved this, how much you missed her treating you like this. She loved every second but she wasn't done with you just yet.  Ellie holds you by your neck softly at first, You love when she's rough with you and she loves to go rough on you, knowing you can take it. She looks you in the eye as she starts to squeeze your neck slowly. As she does, she bites her lower lip as she tilts her head back slightly, looking down on you, asserting her dominance. “I’m not done with you…” She whispers in your ear. You feel every hair in your body go up. You feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins as she continues. “I’m going to fuck you until you dont know your name anymore. Until I'm satisfied. You are my fuck toy, got it?” She said this in a very demanding and serious voice. She then looked at you with a very serious expression. You gulp and nod, looking up at her. “Good, now… Get on all fours.” She says as she helps you get on top of the bed. You do as she demanded, remembering her punishments from before. You were in deep now, and Ellie was going to have her way with you.

She watches you as you get into position. She loves when you do as she says. She gets right behind you and gives your ass a light smack. She puts on some more lube on her strap before she fucks you.she hold the base as the other hand holds your hip. “Are you going to behave? You still remember what happens when you are a brat right?” She asks as she alines herself with you and slowly pushes it in. “Yes daddy… “ You whimper as you feel her filling you up again. “That's my good girl.” She starts thrusting into you harder and harder each time. You can't help yourself from letting out some curses and moans. As she hears you she starts going faster. Her boxers are soaked by this point. Her cunt is throbbing as she fucks you. Each push bumps into her clit making her feel her own orgasm building up. You are starting to lose strength on your arms, and with each thrust you just get weaker making your arms give out on you as you land on the mattress on your face. Ellie chuckles at the sight.

“Already tired baby girl? That's too bad, I'm not done with you yet.” She says as she starts thrusting into you harder and harder, making you moan louder. She smacks your ass leaving a red mark. “Shut up slut!” She contninues fucking you relentlenslly as you try to stay silent. You whimper each time she enters you, the knot in your stomach coming undone once more. Ellie grunts as she feels the strap bumping into her clit, making her come closer and closer to her orgasm. You cover your mouth when you feel your own orgasm coming so as not to make her angry with the noise. She notices and starts going even harder on you. “Did I tell you you could cum? Hum?” She asks as she slaps your ass once more. “No daddy…” You respond biting the back of your hand, still trying to stay quiet. “Then what do you think you're doing you brat? You cum only when I let you!” She strikes your ass again. “You are going to be punished, but for now im going to fuck your tigh hole until I cum, so shut up, understood?” She continues to go harder on you, making you whimper as you try to hold your orgasm but being unable to. Not long after, Ellie feels her own orgasm wash over her too. You hear her moans and hisses as she does. “Fuck… “ Her legs start trembling. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

You can feel her starting to slow down as she grips the fat of your hips so hard it hurts. She keeps grunting and moaning for a few more seconds before she finally stops fucking you and gets her strap off of you. She gives you a final smack as she stands straight. She takes off her strap and sets it aside to be washed later. When you feel her hand, you collapse on the bed. She looks at you, her eyes sparkling at the mess she made of you. She feels like she's in heaven, having you like this again for her, before her. To use you, to fuck you. She missed you so much. She would often masturbate to the thought of you, calling out your name as she looked at some nudes you had sent her, that she saved only for her own viewing. But she doesn't need to do that anymore, she has you again. All for herself.

You look at her panting, as she takes the strap off. You smile at her slightly, noticing how wet she was. She catches you staring, almost like you were drunk. All red on the face and your eyes half closed from just cumming. “What are you smiling for? I'll make that grin disappear, come here.” She says as she walks towards you. “Get on your knees.” She commands you as you still lay in bed. “Now!” She demands again and you slowly get off the bed and kneel in front of her, still half smiling, almost like you're dazed. She grabs your face and squishes your cheeks. “You think this is funny? You know your punishment right?” You gulp as you remember what she would have you do when you misbehaved. You look up at her with a worried look. “You do know.” She grins as she sees your facial expression change. “But before that, You have something else to do.” She lets go of your face as she gets up. You look up at her, Your eye level now at her hips. “Take them off brat.” She demands and you follow. You take her boxers off slowly looking up at her from time to time. You could see how wet she was. The strings of slick clinging to the fabric as you took them off. “You know what to do now, so be a good girl and clean daddy up.” You nod as you focus on her glistening cunt.  You grab her thighs and take a good long lick up her slit, and you can hear her moan, which makes you smile as you continue. Your tongue moves through her folds, up to her clit, earning you some more sweet moans. You start eating her out. She places her hands on the top of your head and grabs some of your hair as your tongue works on her sensitive clit, her moans louder by the second. You want to make her cum, she would very rarely let you do what you were doing just now. She must have been really touch starved the time you were apart. You continue and move your right hand without her noticing as her eyes were closed. She continued moaning and biting her lip as you brought your hand up to her pussy. You massage her clit with your thumb and she looks down at you. “What do you think you're doing?” She asks with an annoyed expression as she pulls you by the hair to see the smirk on your face. You then move your index and middle finger up and down her folds. and go back to licking her clit. She hisses as she feels your tongue and throws her head back.

You start getting your fingers wet and ready, which wasn't difficult since she was a sopping mess. You easily pushed one finger inside her with how wet she was. You heard her moans getting more high pitched and started moving it inside her. She let you take control for a few minutes. She never gave you control. She really missed you and can't resist your touch now. You insert a second finger and she hisses. You start moving them inside her making her become even more vocal. “Fuck… Just like that… don't stop please…” This was music to your ears. You kept going, moving your fingers faster and curling them to hit her special spot. You knew you found it when she grabbed your hair harder so you continued your movements. Your tongue still taking care of her poor throbbing clit. “Fuck… that’s it… Keep going baby…” Her moans got louder signaling her orgasm was close. You continued until her legs were trembling and she pushed your head away lightly. She was panting as she looked down at you as a smile appeared on her flushed face. You sucked her juices off your fingers looking up at her. You then got up and kissed her gently as you wrapped your arms around her. 

When you two broke the kiss, she held you for a few seconds before you both layed in bed together cuddling for a bit. A smirk started growing on her face. as she whispered in your ear. “Don't think I forgot about your punishment, little girl.” You look at her face, as yours lost its smile and filled with worry and anticipation. She then grabbed you and laid you over her lap, ass up. “You were a bad girl, and bad girls get spankings…” You gasped when she grabbed you so fast to her lap. As she admired your ass, she could see how worked up you got. “Look at this, did making daddy cum, make my baby girl this wet?... Naughty girl.” You blushed in embarrassment. “Look at how cute you look all flustered like this.” Her smirk grew wider as her fingers traveled to your wet folds. As she moved them you started moaning. “Does my baby want something? You'll have to ask very nicely for daddy to consider it…” She says as she looks at your flushed face, whilst still moving her fingers in your wetness. You took a deep breath as you looked at her. “Please make me cum daddy…” Her pupils blew as she heard your words. “Please use your fingers on me…” You begged once more. She continued to get her fingers wet and ready to penetrate you. She occasionally would stimulate your clit for a few seconds. 

“How can I say no when my pretty girl begs me so nicely…” She says as she stuffs two fingers inside you without warning, making you gasp. She chuckles at your reaction and starts pumping her fingers in and out of you with ease. “You practically swallowed my fingers, you really wanted me to fuck you again didn't you?” She chuckles once more at your pathetic state. She inserted a third finger as she watched your hole get stretched by her. Her mouth started watering at the sight. You hissed as you felt her stretch your walls, but you couldn't deny that it felt amazing. “Fuck… look at that…” She then started pumping them in and out inside you again. “I love this daddy…” She smirks and says, “I know you do.” And it only feels like your entire body has felt something almost ethereal. She keeps going at a fast pace, and you feel the sensations growing within you. You feel yourself getting pushed to the absolute extremes, and it’s an overwhelming yet welcoming feeling. She is relentless, she’s finger fucking you so hard that you hear yourself mumbling out some curses without realizing it as the feelings keep intensifying. She was enjoying the feeling of watching you be pushed to your limit, she was enjoying your reactions so much.

She continues the momentum going, moving even quicker and faster than before. You felt even more of the intense feelings moving throughout your entire body, and it felt so much more intense than everything else that she had already done up until this point. She was starting to almost over-stimulate you. You were loving it. Your legs start to tremble as you start moaning louder, you feel that familiar knot in your belly again. She seems to be able to read your body and that you’re reaching a peak. It’s exactly what she is hoping for. For you to cum all over her fingers. You have no idea of just how much further she’s going to take you after this, but she is keeping that as a surprise. You feel your orgasm overcome you completely, not only the feeling but the whole moment as she keeps going. She is pushing your body to the limits and now, you really can’t do anything but succumb to the feeling being given to you. She can't just stop, she loves hearing like this too much. She is going to take you over the edge. Your body is feeling so much that your energy is being sucked right out of you. “Yes baby, that's it… cum for me… cum for daddy…” Her eyes sparkle as she hears the sounds you make. She'll never get tired of the sight of her fingers disappearing inside you.

You succumb to your exhaustion as she stops finally, letting you have a break and letting you breathe and relax from just how intense your orgasm was. She continues going just a little bit to keep your body under her control, but for now, she is allowing you to come down from what you just experienced. “Thank you daddy….” You say, not having the energy to move much. Your words sounded more like a breath than a complete sentence, and she smiles wide again at what you said. She was so happy to have pushed you to your limit, and now, she was letting you rest for a bit. She just keeps lightly touching you, to keep you under her influence still. 

She took her fingers out of you looking at your stretched hole, proud of the state she's left you in. She then started rubbing your bare ass in circles. “Now, your punishment for earlier… How many do you think you deserve, hum?” She asked you as her other hand pulled your hair slightly. “I think 15 would teach you a lesson, don't you think?” She spoke in a serious tone now. She wasn't playing around anymore. She saw your worried face and let out a chuckle. “Pathetic.” She said as she spanked you for the first time, you winced at the pain. “Cry all you want, your spanking is gonna happen anyway.” She spanked you a second time and you let out a louder wince. She continued spanking your ass as she counted each one. Every one harder than the last. By the time there were only 5 left, you were crying, and oh how she loved the sight of you. “Only 5 more, baby girl.” She continued counting, your ass was full on red at this point and started to sting a lot. “14…” You screamed at the pain. “Only one more and your punishment is over, ready?” She lifted her hand high and prepared to hit you the hardest of all the spankings. “15!” She spanked you so hard that you screamed. “There, we’re done baby girl.”

She soothed your sore ass by stroking it gently for a few seconds. She then held you in her arms as she kissed your tears away. “It’s okay pretty girl, it's over now. Daddy is proud of you for taking your punishment so well. Let's not have to do that again, yes?” You looked up at her and nodded as your tears continued flowing. “Yes daddy…” She smiled when she heard your voice. “Good girl.” She held you as she comforted you. “Shhh… It's over now…” She rocked you a bit as you were almost in a fetal position. You stayed cuddling for some time and she covered you both with the sheets. She kissed your forehead, you were really tired, almost falling asleep. “I love you so much. You can't even imagine how much I missed you, my baby girl.” She said quietly as she hugged you tighter, pressing your body on hers. You looked up at her and gave her a gentle kiss.

She lays back beside you holding you close after that experience. The way you leant into her touch just made her feel even more comfortable to get to be this close with you again, and she didn’t seem to have any intention of leaving soon either. She keeps holding you close to her and doesn’t seem to want to let go even with this exhaustion hitting you. All you can really do now is just lay in her arms as she holds you. You let out a quiet noise of contentment, feeling your body finally getting a chance to relax after going through all of that. She continues to stroke your hair and your body, and you still continue to just lay there in her embrace. Her light touches are so comforting. It’s like the fatigue doesn’t even matter to her, she just wants you to keep feeling good and under her control. “Thank you daddy…” You mumble out from her gentle touches. Her touch is very delicate, with each stroke being so light. There wasn’t any rush for you to say more things, since the experience was so overwhelming. You actually enjoyed the spanking a bit, but you didn’t quite know why it felt so good. You just continued to lay right where you were, with her gently touching and stroking you.

You look up with a small smile, and she returns the look. You can tell that she is enjoying this time with you, because she can truly see how much of an impact she is able to make. You never thought that you would be this far gone, but she was enjoying seeing you like this, that she had pushed you so far, and you loved every second. You nuzzle into her embrace for a bit. She wraps her arms around you and pulls you closer to her as you nuzzle into her embrace. She continues her gentle stroking on your body with her fingers, and the warm feeling of satisfaction covers her completely. She liked the feeling of you being in her care, and she liked what she was able to make you feel.  You ended up falling asleep in her arms, succumbing to your exhaustion. Ellie continued to hold you and look at you while you fell asleep. You looked so serene, she would never get tired of your beautiful face. She kissed your forehead one more time and continued to stroke you gently. “I love you so much, I never want to be without you again.” She whispered as not to wake you up. She continued to look at you lovingly until she herself eventually fell asleep too.

You and Ellie were a couple again. You were so happy to have her back in your life. She made all the effort she needed to gain your trust back again. She treated you like a princess. With all the love you deserve. As time passed you started to trust her again, and forgave her past behavior. You loved her and she loved you. That was all that mattered and as long as you had each other, Everything would be okay. She was so grateful for your forgiveness. She stopped smoking and drinking and became the Ellie you fell in love with. Her grades went up and you were so proud of her progress. She would never leave your side again, you are the most important thing in the world for her. She will do anything to never be without you again.

Author's notes: Hi! i had a blast writing this one! I hope you liked it, I really liked writing it! Feedback is always welcome and likes and reblogs are always encouraged! Thank you!

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Long Road Ahead (Chapter Thirteen)

Estelle Finley has been friends with Ashton Irwin and Luke Hemmings for three years. When the boys bring her along on a jam-packed road trip to Cape Cod with the rest of the band, their adventures are just beginning. Through long hours driving, exploring cities, and hidden secrets, something more is bound to happen on this journey. How will this road trip change Estelle’s friendship with the friends she’s come to love so dearly?

Word Count: 3,150

{Chapter One} {Chapter Two} {Chapter Three} {Chapter Four}{Chapter Five} {Chapter Six} {Chapter Seven} {Chapter Eight} {Chapter Nine} {Chapter Ten} {Chapter Eleven} {Chapter Twelve}

I adjusted the knotted white cardigan as I looked in the mirror. There was something about the pink crop top and high waisted shorts that just made me feel confident. There was quiet chatter from the kitchen as I walked in. It felt so right to just be in the same house as everyone instead of constantly having to drive to separate apartments and houses. My thoughts went to what an adjustment it would be to no longer have everyone so close. A slight sadness came over me as I imagined the silence that would happen once we were home. There was a part of me that wished I could just have Ashton or Calum move in with me so it wouldn’t have to happen, but I knew that wouldn’t be a possibility. They had their own lives that required their own space instead of moving in with me. As well as the fact that eventually, they would have to leave for tour again. I sighed as I poured a cup of coffee, catching Crystal’s attention.

“What’s the pout for?” she asked. 

“Nothing. Sorry. What are we up to today?” I asked. 

“Well, I think we are going to need some food in here so do you wanna go do a food shop with me?” she asked.

Crystal always had some way of making me cheer up a bit. The mention of food and shopping was just what I needed to bring the pep back in my step. I nodded happily.

“Great! Hey Mike, did the rental come this morning?” 

“Already in the driveway!” he called back. 

“Keys?”

It felt like I was intruding on a conversation as they continued talking without being right in front of each other. It made me think about if Luke and I did the same thing. Crystal took me out of my thoughts as she tossed me the keys.

“I’m driving?”

“Thought you’d appreciate the rental,” she said, throwing a wink over her shoulder as she led me outside.

My eyes widened as I stared at the navy blue G-Wagon that was parked in the driveway. If my memory was serving me correctly, this was an extremely expensive car. It almost felt like I was touching something that I wasn’t good enough for as I held the key in hand. I looked over to Crystal and she was laughing at me.

“You seriously want me to drive this?” I asked.

“That’s why I gave you the key,” she giggled. 

I glared a little before I unlocked the car. Crystal gestured for me to join her in the car as she slid into the passenger seat. I cautiously walked over and climbed into the driver’s seat. The leather steering wheel felt smooth and the cushioned seat made it feel like I was sitting on a throne of some sort. 

“Why the hell did you guys rent this?” I asked as I adjusted the seat and mirrors.

“Luke mentioned how much you loved them,” she said with a shrug.

Of course Luke had said something. We had driven by the Mercedes dealership multiple times and all of those times, I had said something about how beautiful the G-Wagons were. A small bit of the pain ebbed away as I reversed out of the driveway. He had put so much into this vacation to make it the best vacation for me and everyone else. It was the special touches though that had my heart skipping a beat. I was quiet for most of the GPS-guided drive as my thoughts were swirling around Luke. 

“The top looks way better on you than it ever has on me,” Crystal commented as we got out of the car. 

“Doubt it. My yellow one looks way better on you,” I argued.

Our laughs mixed in the air as she grabbed a cart. What was life going to be like without them around to have these silly arguments with on a daily basis?

“So what do we need?” I asked, noticing the list she had. 

“Each of the boys made me a list of what they thought was necessary. There’s some crossover. Here,” she said. 

I glanced over the list, surprised by how much healthy food was on it. My eyes looked up, ASH written on the top of it. My surprise faded as I turned the list over and saw all the junk food Calum and Michael had written down. 

“No Luke recommendations?” I asked. 

“He was confident that the other guys covered everything,” she said, shrugging again.

While she grabbed some apples and mangos, I read the list more carefully. Several of Luke’s favorite foods were missing including the mango juice he liked. Was I supposed to fill in the blanks here and just put his favorite stuff in the cart? We walked past the vegetables, Crystal grabbing some carrots and celery. I forced myself to grab the spinach leaves that I knew Luke liked in salads. 

“That on the list?” she asked as I set in the cart.

“No,” I replied, voice trailing off.

“Es, you know you don’t have to prove yourself to him right?” she asked out of nowhere. 

My eyes went wide from the question. I hadn’t grabbed the item to impress Luke, had I?

“He hates regular lettuce and refuses to eat it ninety percent of the time. He’s an idiot for not writing his own list, but I’m not going to torture him just because we aren’t currently speaking,” I blurted before I could stop myself.

Crystal laughed and stopped walking so she could face me.

“What else did he forget?” she asked. 

“Mango juice, gummy worms, baked chips, and the whole milk he likes in his coffee,” I sighed. 

Her laugh filled my ears again making me groan. I felt like a little kid being teased by someone on the playground. There was nothing wrong with my memory of Luke’s tastes. We were friends before any romantic feelings were brought to light. I figured that he’d do the same for me if I hadn’t made a list. 

“Shut up,” I groaned and gently pushed her shoulder. 

We continued walking throughout the grocery store, grabbing anything we wanted and what the boys wanted. It was nice being like this with Crystal. The whole thing felt like I was contributing to the house and the sadness from this morning came back. Who was I going to do this for when I moved into my house alone?

“So, I talked to Luke about the art gallery opening,” Crystal said.

My eyes widened yet again and I stopped walking. I heard the familiar sound of my heartbeat pounding in my ears as my nerves kicked in.

“And?”

“He wants to go with you just like I said he would,” she said. 

The way she spoke about it made it sound like it wasn’t that big of a deal. To me, it was the absolute biggest deal. With Luke and I not speaking, I had completely forgotten about the art gallery opening. I still really wanted to go, but that all came down to Luke actually taking me. Our fighting made me think that he wouldn’t be able to do it, but as Crystal’s words were processed by my brain, I became full of hope. I had gotten so lost in the hurt that Luke had caused that I forgot about why we couldn’t be together. Lost in thought, I still grabbed Luke’s mango juice and put it in the cart. It was time to talk to him. 

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“Please tell me you haven’t worked out yet,” I said as I walked into Ashton’s room. 

He looked up at me with a smile on his face, not at all surprised by the sudden intrusion.

“Not yet. Why?” he asked.

I noticed the way he was looking at me, like he knew I needed to do something other than sit in my thoughts. 

“Because I want to go for a run and I don’t want to go alone,” I said.

It was half of the truth. The other half included Luke and my serious need to talk to someone about it so I could sort my thoughts before actually talking to him. Ashton looked down and finally noticed the workout shorts and tank top along with my running shoes.

“Give me like two minutes to change,” he said. 

I quickly left and leaned against the wall by the door. Ashton was the first person I wanted to talk this out with and the increasing stress that was coming with it required a release. The only way I felt like it would happen was going on a run. Ashton opened the door wearing shorts and running shoes. His body was more toned under the shirt he was wearing. He led the way out of the house and waited for me to sync my headphones up. 

“Remember, try to keep up,” he said, pressing play and taking off. 

My feet fell into the beat of the song, glancing to check my watch. “Body” by Loud Luxury featuring Brando popped up. I focused on the bass, letting the song guide me through the Cape Cod streets as Ashton was only slightly ahead of me. We kept going until we found ourselves downtown. We slowed, needing a moment to catch our breaths. I took my headphones out and gave him a small smile. 

“Wanna tell me the real reason you wanted to go for a run?” he asked while we started walking. 

“Luke,” I said simply. 

Ashton nodded before leading me into a small coffee shop. I waited patiently while he ordered us both a bottle of water. We sat at a table by the window and Ashton set his eyes on me. 

“Lay it on me,” he said, crossing his fingers together.

“Crystal gave Luke tickets to an art gallery opening in Boston and he said he’d go with me and she had already talked to me about it before he kissed that other girl and now I completely forgot about why we can’t really be together and now I think I should talk to him about it, but I don’t know what I’d say,” I said, talking faster than I meant to.

It was like the words were exploding out of me. He laughed and let me take a drink of water. 

“Well, what do you want the conversation to accomplish?” he asked.

I gave him a look of are you seriously asking me that before he pressed me to answer.

“I want it to end with us finally being on the same page again,” I said.

He took a moment, processing the information before looking at me again.

“You have to be open and honest with him, bugs. The only way you two are going to get past this is if you lay it all out there for him. You also can’t just jump down his throat at the first chance you get. I know what he did hurt you and that it has been stuck in your head, but he wants to move past it too,” he said, reaching out and taking my hand. 

I looked up at him, seeing the genuine hope in his eyes. He squeezed my hand while waiting patiently for my response.

“What if my putting it all out there sends him away?” I asked, unable to meet his eye as I spoke.

“It won’t. He loves you so much and there’s not a thing you could do to change that,” he said. 

I nodded again, going through possible conversations in my head. Ashton squeezed my hand again causing me to look at him. His hazel eyes had changed to showing his concern. 

“Crystal said that you were a little sad this morning,” he said. 

I sighed and pulled my hand away. The water cooled me down a little, but there was still a heavy tone to the conversation.

“I was a little sad this morning,” I admitted.

“Why?” he asked right away.

“When we leave here, we’re all going back to our separate homes. I’m moving into a completely new home by myself. That sense of family is going to be gone and it scares me,” I said. 

Ashton sighed and took my hand again, this time pulling it from the water bottle I was playing with. 

“I am still your family when we aren’t living in the same house,” he said firmly.

“I know that. Believe me I do, but this whole vacation has made me love creating an environment that has everyone always around and with it ending, that whole thing is going away,” I said, trailing off. 

“We can come over all the time,” he said.

“That isn’t the same. It’ll be fine,” I said, brushing him off and pulling my hand away. 

I finished my water bottle and got up to recycle it. We walked back out into the bustle of downtown, the flags flying around in the breeze. Ashton paused as I started walking towards the way we came in.

“Are you sure that isn’t bothering you more than you’re letting on?” he asked.

My feet stopped as I looked up at him. He was full of concern and there was some tension in his shoulders.

“Yes because it’s something I’m going to have to get over anyways.”

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I tied my hair into a braid and I pulled on the outfit from this morning after my shower. Again, it brought me some extra confidence as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. The cloud of sadness had dissipated from this morning, my determination to just be in the present taking over. I stepped out of the bathroom, carrying the things I had brought with me back to my room. As I opened the door, Luke was sitting on one of the couches. 

“Hey,” I said cautiously. 

I tossed my workout clothes into the hamper that was in the closet. My nerves were kicking in as we occupied the same space. He stood from the couch and looked at the ocean from the sliding door. 

“Hi,” he said, his tone just as unsure as mine. 

My palms were sweating as I walked over to stand next to him. The tension between us was thick and I wished that it hadn’t even been there in the first place. 

“Crystal gave me tickets to an art gallery opening tomorrow,” he said. 

This was an interesting way to start the conversation, but I got the feeling he didn’t want to talk about the other stuff. 

“That was nice of her,” I said. 

“She said that we should go together,” he said even more carefully.

The way he was talking made it sound like he was purposefully picking his words to have a certain meaning. 

“Do you want to go together?” I asked. 

“I was going to ask you that,” he said, the smallest of smiles coming over his face.

I laughed a little before finally looking over at him. He was still facing the water, but the sun was casting a glow behind him that made him look like an angel. 

“I would like to go with you,” I said.

“Great. I’ll um, I’ll go finalize that then,” he said, quickly turning to walk away. 

As I was about to call his name, the door closed behind him. Was he avoiding me now? I thought more about the art gallery opening and then it dawned on me that there would be a lot of press there. Before I was able to stop myself, the dial tone of my phone was in my ear.

“Yes Estelle?” my father asked upon answering.

“I was invited to an art gallery opening with Luke and I would really like to go but you said I wasn’t able to be seen with him again,” I said quickly.

There was a sigh on the other end and I sensed him rolling his eyes.

“Fine, but any press that asks you questions, you are required to talk about my upcoming project and not to mention under any circumstances your teaching career,” he said firmly.

“Understood. Anything else?” I asked, careful to keep my tone from sounding like I was annoyed.

“Don’t make it look like you’re with him and if you do, you know what’ll happen Estelle,” he said before hanging up.

My heart stopped a little as his words echoed through my head. How was I supposed to go to the opening and not tell Luke about my father’s threats. It wouldn’t be possible anymore. I had to fess up to him. As I was about to head to Luke’s room, my phone rang again. 

“Hello?” I asked.

“Estelle! It’s Junie from the realtors!” she said cheerfully.

“Oh hi! How’s everything going?” I asked. 

This was it. The call about the house I was attempting to purchase. It was like the world stopped spinning as I waited for her to tell me the news. 

“Well you have a beautiful new home to move into on August first!” she cheered. 

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Relief flooded my senses as I felt excitement start thrumming through me. 

“That’s amazing! Thank you so much!” I said. 

“Of course. We’ll go over more details once you get the keys. Any interior designers can come and give quotes sometime next week, but I understand that you’re on vacation so don’t worry about that right now. We’ll be in touch soon!” she said. 

“Absolutely!” I barely got out before she was hanging up. 

I tucked my phone into the back pocket of my shorts and ran down the stairs. My eyes searched for Ashton, finding him out on the walkway to the beach. I took off towards him, my footsteps thudding against the wood. He turned and cocked his head as he watched me run to him. Before I was able to slow down, he picked me up and spun me around.

“What’s got you so happy bugs?” he asked. 

My feet touched the ground and I felt the excitement buzzing around me. 

“I got the house!” I said. 

Ashton’s face lit up before he was hugging me again, lifting me off the ground slightly. Once he set me back down, he stared at me. 

“I’m proud of you,” he said happily.

“I just can’t believe I got the house,” I said.

“I can. You deserve this,” he said.

I smiled up at him unable to stop the giant grin on my face. He reciprocated it before it changed to one that looked like he was thinking really hard. 

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” I asked.

When he met my eyes, there was a glint of mischief in them before a smile came over his face. 

“Want a roommate?”

A.N.: I hope you guys liked this chapter! I promise there is some great stuff coming. You’re not ready for it. 

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Sundress Seductress// Luke Hemmings

Twin @spicycal​ and I bounced this idea back and forth and we had to write it! We’re so excited to share it with you all! Check hers out here but to clarify this is not a Cake fic! You’ll see why ;)

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: smut, slight voyeurism, slight praise kink, unprotected sex (always be safe!) 

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.  *copyright is listed at end*

Enjoy! :)

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Since you first met Luke, there was no denying the attraction you both shared for each other. He was the first amongst the guys to catch your eye. His tall frame, broad shoulders, blond curls and sky blue eyes made your heart flutter. While he caught your attention, Calum caught the eye of your best friend.

The first few times you all hung out, you felt like a fool and acted like one around Luke. You stammered over your words a lot because you got lost in his eyes and his intimidating stature even though his personality was that of a golden retriever puppy. You swooned every time.

As time went on and you got closer and more comfortable, you began to tease each other light heartedly. You’d call him a tree and he’d call you munchkin because of how small you are compared to him. He’d come up behind you and rest his forearm on your head because you’re the “perfect height for an armrest.” And he’d smirk and you’d pretend to be offended but secretly you loved it each time he did it.

Your flirtationship grew and grew, just as your best friend and Calum’s did as well. They were always goofing off and laughing about inside jokes no one else ever wanted to understand. Many nights you’d stay up on the phone nitpicking each other’s interactions trying to decipher any hidden meanings. You always came up short.

You both figured if they liked you, they’d make the first move and that’d be that.

One night while you were all over at Calum’s with the rest of the guys, Luke was being more flirty than normal. He kept wanting to compare hand sizes and leaned on you more than usual.

“What’s gotten into you?” you giggle when he wraps his arm around your neck pulling you against him, your hand holds onto his chest. He’s very warm and you can feel his heart thud beneath his teal silk shirt. A shirt that makes his eyes dance and your knees weak as you gaze up at him.

“You haven’t,” he grins and you scrunch your nose at his attempted sexual innuendo.

“You want me in you?” you laugh.

“Well, I’d prefer to be in you,” he smirks, rubbing his thumb on your cheek, “but I’ll take whatever I can get.”

“Oh yeah? I think you’ve had enough to drink.”

He shrugs, a dazed smile on his face until someone calls his name. With a quick, wet kiss to your forehead, he leaves you to speak with them and you’re flushed. What the hell was that?

***

It’s been a hot four days in LA and it will only get hotter so you were out shopping with your best friend for sundresses to wear. They kept you cool in the blazing sun and Michael was throwing a BBQ this weekend, putting his DJ skills to the test for entertainment while the pool was open.

She was telling you of the most recent encounter she had with Calum and you listened intently but also a bit distracted from Luke texting you. Just recently you began sending each other playful texts.

It stemmed from a few nights ago when you were having a girls night of going to dinner and a bar for some drinks to let loose. You had on a dusty rose body-suit with lace along the bodice paired with jean shorts and black boots. You felt great, you looked great, and with the amount of drinks you’ve already had you were feeling pretty great as well.

Feeling bold, you went to the bathroom of the bar and snapped a pic in front of the large oval mirror above the sink. The lighting in the bathroom made your skin glow. With your hand on your waist, hip jutted out and your head cocked, you stuck your tongue out at your reflection and sent it to Luke. Swaying slightly in your boots, you examined the picture more closely and thought you looked hot.

You took a few more in different poses, peace sign above your head, your back facing the mirror so you looked behind yourself and then a selfie with your tongue sticking out, the camera angled perfectly at your cleavage.

It wasn’t until you got home that Luke responded to your little photoshoot and you were giddy at what his response would be.

Fuck, you look good

Then he started sending pictures back. Not long after that, the pictures turned into scenarios and late night confessions of secret attraction. Your stomach filled with butterflies when you found out the attraction was mutual.

“Hey, what do you think of this one?” your best friend asks, nudging you harshly in the shoulder.

Your attention was fixed on Luke’s most recent text, it was a picture of him shirtless lying on his bed, his phone held at arm's length so you could see his chest.

Wish you were here

“Hm? Oh, um,” you look at the dress in question that is held between her fingers. It’s speckled blue with pretty wildflowers scattered about and a high slit that comes up just underneath the waist. “Wow, I love it!”

“Me too,” she giggles then smirks. “What’s on your phone that’s so interesting?”

“Umm, Luke’s just texting me,” you smile slyly. You reply back: yeah, why’s that?

“Are you guys still sexting?”

“I wouldn’t classify it as sexting, it’s very PG-13,” you defend just as your phone buzzes.

“Yeah?” she quirks her eyebrow then holds out her palm, “then what’d he say right now?”

You glance down at your phone and unlock it. His response makes your cheeks heat up and your heart beats erratically in your chest. You took a deep breath and read aloud his response,

“So you can join me in the shower, conserve water and all that.”

Then you gasp at the picture he sent. He’s in his bathroom now leaning against the sink with his arm on the mirror so it shows off his thin but muscular bicep, his stomach taut. He’s smirking at you in that charming way he does and your eyes slide down his torso, the treasure trail leads down to his pubic area that you can see a little bit of his shaft.

You gulp.

“Honey, that is not PG-13.”

***

Before the BBQ, your best friend sent you a very in depth text about how you can both get Calum and Luke to make a move. You stared at her plan for a solid two minutes, mulling it over and thinking of all the ramifications. Yet it also made you think of the potential perks that could go along with it.

Staring at yourself in the mirror you look at your sundress you chose. It’s a dandelion yellow with clear buttons all down the front. It’s short and fun and you chew your lip thinking over her plan once more. Luke sends you a text saying he can’t wait to see you with a winky face and it made up your mind.

With a big sigh and a look of determination at your reflection, you lift up the skirt of your dress and slip your panties off. You kick them to the side and examine every angle of yourself in the mirror making sure no one will be able to tell you’ve gone commando. Before you can change your mind, you slip on your sandals then leave out the door.

No turning back now.

When you arrive at Michael’s house, music is already booming from the backyard and you feel like everyone is watching you and they know your little secret. You spot Luke near the back of the yard and he’s looking hot in a white tank top tucked into his dark washed jeans. He spots you almost instantly and makes his way over to you, smiling happily.

“Don’t you look like a drop of sunshine,” he says and it makes you blush. He pulls you in for a hug, his hands slip lower on your backside and he gives you a light squeeze. You yelp at the action and hope it didn’t hike up your dress or that he could feel you were bare underneath. “C’mon, let’s go get a drink.”

The bbq is in full swing, the music is amazing and Ashton is grilling up a storm. When you finish your first drink and move onto your second, that’s when you gain some confidence in your plan. Glancing around you see your best friend and Calum dancing together in front of Michael and she shoots you a wink.

You’re sitting in a group near the pool where other party goers are happily splashing in the cool water when you have an idea. Luke is sitting directly across from you and he’s resting both his arms on his knees. You’ve got a clear view of his chest, his necklace dangling.

So if you have a clear view of him, then he must have a clear view as well. You have to time your moment perfectly and then Luke shifts his focus to you. Eyes on him, you slowly uncross your legs, spreading them a little wider and like clockwork, his eyes flicker in between your thighs.

After two breaths you cross your other leg over again, and smile sweetly at him when he looks back at you. He licks his lips and shakes his head, it makes you giggle as you down the rest of your drink.

Later on as the sun is setting, you went into the downstairs bar area to take advantage of the air conditioning. You’re leaning against the bar with your hair off your neck and then you feel hands grip onto your waist and a body press against your backside.

“Was that little show just for me?” Luke murmurs against the skin on your neck. His voice vibrates onto you, his breath hot as his thumbs knead into your waist.

“Did you like it?”

“Mmm… mhm.” You feel him nod against you, the tip of his nose traces above the collar of your dress and he lifts the skirt of it up a little. “I liked it a little too much.”

Luke spins you around quickly and suddenly you’re sat atop the counter, your dress pushed past your thighs. His fingers tickle along your skin and it leaves chills down your spine. You glance down and see just how much he liked it.

“What are you going to do about it?” you exhale, voice low.

“Take full advantage,” he smiles then drops to his knees, his fingers push your dress up further and he opens your legs wider. He inhales deeply through his nose and the way he’s looking at your pussy has you reeling, you can’t help the way you clench. He groans and presses his lips to the inside of your knee, dragging his lips higher and higher until you feel his breath on your core. “Can I have a taste?”

You let out a shaky breath, your voice quivers in anticipation and arousal, “Please.”

Luke keeps his eyes on you, they contrast perfectly with the golden color of your dress and he flattens his tongue against your folds. He flashes his smirk before his eyes close and he attaches his lips fully onto you, his tongue swirling and flicking ever so slowly. He’s taking his time and your head tilts back from the tickling sensation, your fingers fly into his curls.

The pads of his fingers are hot on your knees to keep you open for him and when his tongue flicks your clit you have to bite your lip to keep the moan at bay. He does it again and again and a small squeak slips out.

“Moan for me, lovie, let me hear you,” he breathes and the vibration of his voice pulses against you in the sweetest way. “There we go, good girl.”

He speeds up his actions and your thighs begin to shake, your hold on his hair tightens and you’re sighing his name. His words of praise take you to another level, his lips and tongue are magic and you feel that all familiar tug in your lower belly. Then Luke slips his long finger inside and you clench your thighs, your heels joining together on the middle of his back.

“So wet for me, lovie, cum for me, c’mon.”

With each glide of his finger and dart of his tongue, you feel your climax climbing, you grind yourself against his mouth and when he hits a certain spot you gasp. You let out a long moan as your body goes rigid from your orgasm. Luke drags it out as long as he can, slowing his movements with yours until you stop clenching. He gives you a last kiss on your core, removes his finger then rises onto his feet.

Through half lidded eyes you watch him move his finger to his mouth but you snatch his wrist and place his finger between your own lips. He watches you suck your arousal off his finger with his mouth open, loving the way you take his whole finger in your mouth.

With your lips still around his finger, you untuck his tank top from his pants and work on undoing them. Just as you’re about to pull his pants and briefs down, you hear a commotion from the stairs. In a flash, Luke has you in his arms, your legs hooked around his waist and you let out a squeal of laughter as he runs into the bathroom.

He places you on the sink and shuts the door locking it, the only source of light from the small window bathes you in a warm golden glow.

“Shh,” he chuckles pressing his hand against your mouth, you laugh against his palm.

“Did you see who it was?” you whisper when he removes his hand.

“No,” he shakes his head, “we’ll wait until--”

You both hear Calum and your best friend’s familiar laugh. You and Luke burst into a fit of silent giggles against each other as you hear what sounds like exactly what you and Luke were doing no more than a minute ago.

“Now what do we do?” you ask sliding your hands up and down his chest and over his shoulders.

“Well, I think you were about to take my pants off,” he knocks his forehead against yours. His hands brace onto your lower back and pulls you forward so he can grind himself against you.

“Oh yeah, you’re right,” you sigh. Your fingers drag down his chest and under his shirt, you tease against his lower stomach with your nails. You can feel his pubic hair and his breathing becomes uneven when you let your finger dip a little lower, touching his dick. “But I think you should kiss me first.”

He groans and presses his mouth to yours, tongue sweeping into your mouth and you moan. You kiss quickly but quietly as you tug his pants down. He removes his hands from you to help and then you feel his dick press against your thigh.

“Fuck,” you sigh against his lips.

“Want me to fuck you?” he whispers moving his lips to your jaw and your neck. You take him in your hand, pumping him slowly and rubbing your thumb around his head. He’s a little sticky from precum and it only makes you want him more.

“Please, Luke,” you beg, your voice rises as you buck your hips against him on instinct.

“Shh, you need to be quiet. Can’t have Cal hear you,” he breathes on your neck. He rocks himself against you as well, his tip teasing your entrance with each rock.

You help each other out, your hand guides him inside and he pushes in further and further until he’s fully slipped inside. The start of your moan is loud but he smashes his lips to yours quickly, feeling him inside you is far better than you imagined. He fills you completely and when Luke drags his hips away and slams back into you, you moan again into his mouth.

His hands are on your lower back, jerking your hips forward and back as he starts a steady pace. Your butt is hanging off the edge of the sink and if Luke wasn’t holding onto you, you’d fall to the floor for sure.

You’re both panting, breathing hot on each other’s skin as he rocks your world. You think you’re about to pass out from keeping silent but he feels so good as he fucks into you with perfect precision.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he sighs and you moan at his words which he seals quickly with a kiss. “You like praise, huh?”

“Yes,” you squeak out pressing your hands on his lower back so he can fuck into you deeper. “Ohh, right there, right there…”

He slams into you rapidly, his balls hitting your ass and it adds to your pleasure, you feel your orgasm coming faster this time. You hear a groan from outside the door but you don’t even care that Calum and your best friend might hear you. Luke is making you feel good and you want him to know it.

Luke kisses you again just as you cum, you moan loudly into his mouth as you see stars behind your eyelids. He pumps into you a few times before he pulls out and shoves the skirt of your dress up so he can cum onto your stomach and thighs. His load is hot as you feel it dribble on your skin, his moans are sweet in your ear as you encourage him to keep going.

“Mm, just like that,” you breathe in his ear and his body jerks against you until he stops.

Hearts racing, you stay there holding each other as you gather your breath back. In a few short minutes the moans and low talking from beyond the door quiet down as well and that’s when Luke pulls away.

You fall back against the mirror, body spent from the two orgasms he gave you and you watch him tuck himself back into his pants and gather toilet paper to clean up his mess on your thighs.

He tosses the wad into the trash can and pulls you forward off the mirror. You fall against him like a ragdoll and he smiles. The setting sun colors him in a vibrant pink now and he’s never looked more beautiful.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” he tells you.

“Me too,” you smile and give him a soft kiss. “We just had sex while our best friends had sex outside this door.”

“I know,” he chuckles helping you off the sink. Your legs are a little wobbly but his hold on you helps. “I think the coast is clear. Should we head back to my place and continue?”

“Yes please.”

He kisses your forehead then unlocks the door and lets you out first. You think he’s being a gentleman but he smacks your ass as you walk past. You’re laughing and then you stop dead in your tracks when you see Calum buttoning his shirt and your best friend readjusting her dress.

“Oh shi--”

“Uhh--”

“Hi!” you laugh nervously trying to break the very obvious awkward situation.

“Were you guys in there--?” Your best friend asks.

“Yup,” you nod trying to make the situation pass more quickly.

“So...we were out here having...and you two--”Calum points at you and Luke “--were in there having--”

“Yeah,” Luke sighs, grabbing your hand and tugs you along past them. “Tell fucking no one.”

You follow him up the stairs and with one final look behind you, your best friend gives you a thumbs up which has you laughing. Sundresses have more perks than you thought.

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[mellifluoushood]

mellifluoushood’s masterlist

imagines are bolded blurbs are italicised series are bolded and italicised * means smut / + means fluff / ^ means angst / ! means mature themes (drugs/death/etc.) (warnings will be included on the piece!)

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psychoanalysis (+) / into the dark (+^!)

- imagines -

401 (+)

a sweet, 3k fic about calum proposing and marrying the love of his life

NSFW Alphabet (*)

pure, filthy smut regarding his preferences in bed

(Thin White Lies) (+^!)

a fic about a stoner and her ex and calum’s opinion

Today, I Saw The Whole World, And It Was Right In Front Of Me (+*!)

a 6k word fic about getting stoned with calum and some smut ensues 

Lonely Heart (^+!)

a 3.6k word fic about calum comforting his girl best friend who drunkenly admits she has feelings for calum

manic (+)

a 2.5k word fic about a drive with cal where he admits he loves his best friend

- blurbs -

margaritas with calum (+)

a request from @cakesunflower​ about having margaritas and nachos with cal

wildflower + drinking games (+*) part two (+)

a request from anonymous about not knowing what calum likes in bed

love language (+)

a request from @calumscalm about cal's love language: acts of service

mellifluoushood’s ships (+)

a tag full of blurbs for people! 

analysis of calum’s psyche (+)

is calum really an emotional guy/what makes him emotional if he is

calum’s wildflower muse (+^)

a drunk admission of calum’s muse for wildflower when she’s seemingly asleep

lazy quarantine day with calum (+)

sleepy calum after a hike - just another day in quarantine

shirtless calum & that stupid bass (*)

just pure smut about sitting on calum’s face inspired by the pictures

calum chats (+!*)

a tag with all of my ‘come talk to me about calum’ asks

psychoanalysing calum (+)

a tag full of asks where i psychoanalyse calum

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Into The Dark (+^*!)

Full-time college student, Seraphina Sallow, works as a receptionist for world-famous tattoo artist, Calum Hood. Their friendship blossomed when she wrote an article about his tattoo parlour, Fallen Angel Tattoos, for a journalism project at school. Since then, she’s been working as a receptionist at his parlour to put herself through school. As college tuition increases and her social security checks get smaller, she’s beginning to struggle to keep up with her payments. And then, a fallen angel shows up in the parlour, offering her the solution to all of her problems. But, at what cost?

teaser (^) / chap. 1 (!) / chap. 2 (!+^) / chap. 3 (!^) / chap. 4 (!^)

updated on 15 apr.

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[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

11 with calum but picture it like that one photo of the band with cal throwing the snowballs! maybe reader is taking a pic with the girls?

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The snow is pretty for sure. The cold’s not terribly enjoyable. But you stay huddled up, wrapped in too many layers to count, topped off with one of Calum’s beanies. He slipped it on your heard when you complained for the fourth time about your ears being cold. “Can’t complain now,” he laughs. 

“But your ears,” you protest. 

He grins lifting his hood. “Got ‘em covered.” His lips are cold when he kisses the end of your nose. He steps back, towards the guys as they call for him. Andy’s posed in front of them, ready to capture their antics in the snow. 

You get pulled into a few selfies with the girls, laughing as you pull silly faces and noting how red your noses are getting. Off to your left where the boys are you catch Luke screeching, “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!.”

The boys are laughing, Calum jumping in front of the camera in excitement. Their laughter echoes around you all. “Hey!” you call out, half jogging over. 

Calum notices the pout on your lips. You and Luke are close and you always stick up for him. “Uh oh, the big bad wolf,” Calum teases. 

“That’s my friend,” you counter, scooping up some snow. 

“Whoa, whoa,” Calum holds his hands up. “I’m sorry. We can talk about this.” He’s still giggling, clearly pleased with himself. So you toss the compacted but not quite fully sculpted ball at his chest and he takes it like it was a boulder. He staggers backwards and then falls into the snow. “You’ve wounded me!”

“Serves you right,” you say as you stalk over. He captures you by your ankle. It’s not a super firm grip but even as you try to step back you loose your balance just a little and end up falling on your butt. “Ow! I’ve wounded myself!” The entire crew laughs. 

-H

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[fuckyeah5sostakemehome]

Duck Duck Goose- Lashton

Paring: Ashton and Luke

Tooth rotting Fluff, Hard G- mentions of sex, not edited, first fic posted on here

Let me know what you think. Enjoy some fluffy Lashton as kids

Luke was four years old and was way too excited to play with the older kids. He was trying to contain it as much as possible because the big kids invited him to play duck duck goose. His favorite game of course. He was mostly excited because Ashton, who is almost seven, asked him to join. No one ever joined this big kid group. Therefore, his younger friends envied Luke. Well Luke also had an `in` with this group. Ashton was Luke’s neighbor and secret best friend. Ashton normally could not be seen with Luke because he was younger but needed a boy to play with because his sister was just born, so Luke became Ashton best secret friend. Luke was surprised when Ashton asked him over to play duckduckgoose but so overjoyed. He did not spill the secret of him and Ashton being friends. Luke acted tough to appear as if he was a big kid. Ashton was grateful of course.

The other big kids (6-7 yrs. old), aka Mikey, Calum, Zayn, Niall, Liam, Harry, Andrew, and John all complained about letting a younger kid play with them but Ashton told them to shut up because he was the leader. Luke was so small compared to the rest of the big kids but Ashton knew he could run fast. As they sat in the circle, Ashton was trying to decide who would start this game. Luke sat next to Ashton because it was the only spot open and he was somewhat scared of the bigger but knew Ash would protect him.

Ashton snapped to gain the boys’ attention and said, “Okay guys I am choosing Mikey to start off the game.”

Mikey rolled his eyes, stood up, and started saying, “Duck duck duck.”

He was tapping everyone’s head, and tapped Luke’s head little too hard for the four-year old.

Luke shook it out, still happy to be there and Ash glared at Mikey as he yelled “Goose!” while tapping Zayns head.

Zayn jumped up and started after a screeching Mikey. After a few rounds no one had picked Luke but he did not care he was happy to be in the big kids presence. It was Liam’s turn and he lightly tapped on Luke s head saying, “Goose.”

Luke did not register that he was chosen. Ashton nudged Luke’s arm and smiled, “Love it’s your turn.”

Luke smiled back, stood up, and started running after Liam. Half way around the circle Andrew stuck his foot out and tripped Luke. Liam did not plan for that to happen and he stopped quickly looking shocked. Ashton yelled, “What the hell Andrew!” as he ran over to Luke who had hit the ground hard and skinned his knee.

Ashton kneeled next to Luke and asked, “Are you okay Lukey?”

Luke nodded trying not to let the tears spill over. He did not want to be seen as a baby in front of the big kids.

“They are butt heads…let’s get you home to clean your knee.* Luke giggled because Ash said a bad word. Ashton smiled and helped Luke up so they could go home.

Once a distance away from the older kids, Luke stuttered, “T-thanks Ashton.”

“For what?”

“Let-ting m-me play to-day.”

“Oh Luke. That is what best friends are for.”

“Secret best friends?” Luke looked up hopeful. He did not know if Ash would be mad at him for being tripped, even though it was not his fault.

“No Luke …”

Luke looked sad as if he could cry again.

“We are real best friends…it’s a good thing Luke.”

Luke’s smile perked right back up…the one Ashton loved, dimples and all.

They walked into Luke s house, and Liz said, “Hi boys…oh god! Luke are you okay baby?” she noticed Luke s dirty shirt and scraped knee.

“Y-yea. Ashy hel-ped me,” Luke smiled up at Ashton.

Ashton heart melted at the four year old.

“And Miss Liz, I was gonna clean up the scrape so he can be clean for dinner.” Ashton said politely, smiling.

“Okay boys. Hurry up dinner will be ready soon, and Ashton you can stay for dinner.”

“Thank you. Come on Lukey.” Ashton grabbing Luke s hand taking him to the bathroom.

Ashton sat Luke on the toilet seat and poured peroxide on the scrape.

“Ow! Ow!” Luke yelped, squirming a bit.

“Shhh,” Ashton kissed Luke’s cheek. “It’s ok love. Let’s get you a Power Rangers Band-Aid yeah?”

Luke nodded. Ashton found the blue ranger Band-Aid to match Luke s adorable blue eyes.

“All done. Let’s go eat. I’m starving,” Ashton rubbed his stomach and then tickled Luke’s tummy and said, “Bet you’re hungry too.”

Luke giggled, “Aaaasshhhy stooooppp iiittt.” Ashton laughed too.

They walked into the kitchen where Liz was setting down the boys plates on the table.

“Oh Ashton your mom called, and said she’s gonna be home late so you can sleep over tonight.”

“You know what this means Luke?”

Luke shook his head no looking up with a mouth full of food.

“We get to have a sleepover Lukey… means we can stay up late, and watch movies in our pajamas and eat chocolate.”

“Oooh I like chocolate.” Luke bounced up and down his chair. It was now Ashton turn to giggle.

“Only two pieces of chocolate. You boys still need to go to sleep,” Liz said.

“Ah man.” Luke sounded bummed.

“Lu I’ll let you pick the movie.”

“Wooo-hoo.”

They finished their dinner and quickly dressed in their jammies and settled into Luke’s bed and started watching Lion King. Luke snuggled into Ashton chest half way through the movie and said, “I’m slee-py.”

“You can go to sleep Lukey-boy.” Ashton looked down at Luke yawning.

“I love you Ashy…night night.” Luke whispered. Ashton melted again.

“Love you too Luke,” Ashton kissed the top of Luke’s head and closed his eyes as well, leaving the movie play on.

“So Lauren, that’s when I knew I loved your brother,” Luke explained. Lauren wanted a true romance bedtime story since she was visiting her brother in LA.

“Oh my goodness that is soooo cute. Please tell me more stories.” Lauren squealed.

“No more embarrassing Ashton stories. It’s time for bed young lady.” Ashton interrupted story time.

“Mood killer, dad.” Lauren joked as she went to brush her teeth.

Luke laughed, “She is just like you.”

“Great.” Ashton rolled his eyes, laughing.

Ashton and Luke trotted off to bed themselves.

Once settled in bed Ash asked, “Is that really when you fell in love with me?”

“At four you don’t know what love is but I knew I never wanted to be with anybody else.”

“Luke, do you want to know when I fell in love with you?” Ashton cheeky smile appeared.

“When?” Luke responded looking up at his lover.

“When I was seventeen and it was the first time you deep throated me.” Ashton replied giggling.

“Fuck off.” Luke playfully smacked Ashtons arm. “I can’t believe you still remember that.”

“Luke I remember everything you do to me… from the first feeling of butterflies in my stomach you gave me when I was six. The time you kissed me when I scored a goal in my soccer game, to when we started exploring each other’s bodies. Oh yeah the time we had amazing phone sex while you were on vacation with your family…I came so hard.”

Ashton giggled letting Luke relive the memory before starting again, “I remember the first I love you’s as boyfriends and when I was so nervous and asked you to be my boyfriend. When we first got Petunia and we stayed up for days just looking at her because she was snoring so loud. I want you to know I love your laugh, your bum, your eyes, and your sass, pretty much everything about you. I think it’s about time I do this…” Ashton trailed off, sliding out of bed. He walked over to his dresser where he grabbed a little black box.

Luke was confused and sat up in bed. Ashton got down on one knee, and started, “Luke Robert Hemmings, you mean so much to me and I didn’t have a clue when I was gonna do this but tonight seemed so fitting. When I heard you telling Lauren that you loved me at four, I knew this was the right moment. I have loved you since we were secret best friends and Luke will you do me the honors of marrying me?”

Luke had his hands over his mouth completely shocked, “Oh my god! Yes Ashy. Yes! Yes!”

Ashton stood up and Luke jumped into his arms. After Luke calmed down Ashton put the ring on Luke’s finger. Tears flowed as Luke continued looking at his left hand in wonderment.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

#this will always be one of the most superior lashton moment #lashton is real #lashton af #lashton #lashton hemwin #lashton smut #5sos fic #first fic #ashton fluff #luke fluf #5sos fluff

[ashtons-lemon-tree]

Heartbreak Girl

(I mostly wrote this cause I kept remembering the story of how the guys first met Ash and his purple shirt wearing ass that didn’t like FIFA made the other 3 think of him as weird)

Y/n-your name

Y/e/n-your ex’s name

Y/e/n didn’t cheat on you. In fact, your breakup was a simple drifting apart and you had both agreed that it’d be better than being together unhappily. Wishing the best for each other, you both went your separate ways but man did it hurt. It was your first breakup and whilst knowing you had fallen out of love with y/e/n, being in the relationship made you not have to face your true feelings. Until you broke up that is.

It had been 2 weeks but that didn’t stop you from wearing the same oversized hoodie that was a hand-me-down from Ashton when it no longer fit him. Along with a pair of leggings, your hair looking somewhat of a rat’s nest. You’d taken to playing video games, one in particular being FIFA. You had holed up in your room, shutting everyone including Ashton out, only leaving to go to the bathroom and eat.

Timing it to when Ashton and his bandmates left, even when they came back with food for you. One of them, usually Michael would leave it by the door and knock so you’d know. It was after those 2 weeks that Ashton had enough, knowing you needed to talk about it or it would lead to a bigger mess. He hadn’t even bothered to knock, he opened your door, frowning when he saw you cocooned in a blanket. A controller in your hand and a cardboard container almost entirely full of chicken nuggets from McDonald’s in front of you.

‘Hey bub?’ Pausing the game, you looked over at Ashton, hating that he had to see you this way but not knowing any other way to deal with it. With no response but a sigh, he shifted closer taking the other controller from off your desk. ‘Ash, whatcha doing? You never play FIFA.’ 

‘Well, my sister aka my best friend on this Earth even more than my bandmates is hurting and won’t tell me why but won’t stop playing FIFA so here I am playing FIFA to cheer them up’

And after winning and letting him win a few games as he was god awful, you told him why you’d been holed up in your room. ‘I thought I was okay with breaking up with y/e/n. They hadn’t cheated on me or treated me terrible but we just didn’t connect anymore you know?’ Pushing the sweater sleeves over your hands before continuing. ‘But I don’t know why it hurts this bad.’

Taking both of the controllers, Ashton turned off the console before returning the controllers to their rightful place. Moving the chicken nuggets, holding his arms out for you to snuggle into as he knew you couldn’t have possibly slept well the past 2 weeks with heartbreak on your chest.

. , ,

‘Ash buddy, you home?’ Once on the second floor, Michael and Luke followed the snores before stopping in front of y/n’s door. ‘And looks like we’ll be back later’

~Fin~

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[outofmylimitcal]

Easier Pt.2 - CTH

a/n: yo wassup a couple of y’all wanted a part two so here it is :)

(gif isn’t mine creds to owner)

warnings: swearing

read part 1 here!

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It had been a month since the night that you effectively walked out on your relationship with Calum, you hadn’t spoken to him nor any of your friends since that night. The same downfall of your relationship was the same thing you used to occupy all your time now, burying yourself in more work than you ever thought possible so as to not have a second to reflect on the heartbreak.

You left for work at eight in the morning and didn’t return until nine at night, going straight to sleep the minute you stepped foot into your home, only to repeat the same routine again the next day. Every once in a while, you would stumble upon something of Cal’s, a random t-shirt you found in your closet, his favourite mug in the cupboard or random notes he left littered around your apartment, only to move it out of sight and push the memory further back into your brain.

Your terrible coping mechanism are also why you found yourself crying into your second tub of ice cream and torturing yourself by watching rom-coms on the first weekend off you’ve had since then. You begged your boss to give you more work, but they only urged you to ‘finally take a weekend off’ and that you’ve done ‘more than your fair share of work these past few weeks’. Finally getting a moment to yourself with nothing else to occupy your mind, all the memories you shared with Calum came back in full force and left you a blubbering mess on your couch. All the times you spent just reveling in each other’s company as he worked on a new song and you finished up some project, being there with him when he got Duke and you teased him on being able to somehow fall in love with a dog who also happened to be named Luke. Countless sleepless nights spent exploring each other like it was the last time you ever would, all the dance breaks you had in each other’s living rooms, screaming the lyrics at the top of your lungs until you both were so out of breath falling into a clump on the couch between shared kisses and promises of ‘I love yous’.

You couldn’t for the love you of you figure out when you stopped putting in the effort. Why did you stop putting in the effort? Why did you take Calum’s love for granted? Yes, there were problems on both sides, but they all stemmed from your inability to give a shit when it counted. And since you had pretty much alienated everyone this left you to deal with the mess you made on your own, why you were currently yelling at the TV that love was a sham and that not everything is always sunshine and rainbows.

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How you found yourself on Calum’s doorstep two days later at nine in the morning you didn’t know, you also didn’t know why you had chosen to walk there, and the light rain that started half-way through had turned into a torrential downpour that had left you chilled to the bone in the late October weather. You were already there, so you might as well just ring the doorbell and see what happens.

The month since hadn’t treated Calum any better, although having nothing but time on his hands led him to get through the worst of it within the first week, and now he was left with a dull ache that never got worse but also never got better. The first week was spent checking his phone every few minutes hoping for something from you, some apology, some explanation, something to make it seem like you could go back to what was. But the longer the week went on, and the longer the silence, the more he realized that things couldn’t go back to what was, because what was, wasn’t healthy for either of you. He had placed all of your belongings in a box and put it in the back of his closet, and forced himself to not contact you after the first week because as Ashton put it, ‘the ball’s in her court, mate’, yet whenever Duke did something cute or he came across something he thought you would like he would have to avoid the itch to text it to you, or just check up on how you had been doing. Which is why when he found himself in his kitchen spacing out on a memory of you two with his coffee cup halfway to his mouth, the doorbell going off almost scared him into dropping the mug and sending it a shattered mess on the floor. Placing it back onto the counter carefully and trying to calm his heart rate, he turned to Duke and whispered, “Who could it be this early in the morning bud?”

Crossing through his living room, he came to the conclusion that it was probably one of the boys checking up on him as they had begun to do over the past month, no matter how many times he assured them that he was okay, so when he opened his door to see you standing there soaked, his jaw dropped in surprise.

“When did it stop?” You questioned, not bothering anything other in greeting, and still stationed just outside his door way. He shifted his body, but didn’t give any words in response, so you took this as a sign to step in and walked around him to face him, Duke came running after you jumping up your leg wanting a greeting but you just waved your hand, and he whimpered going back to a sitting position at your feet. You were dripping on his carpet, but right now neither of you minded, allowing him to lock the door before you continued. “I’ve been trying to wrack my brain for the past two days, but I just can’t fucking remember, and I want to remember so bad but I just fucking can’t. So, when did I stop making an effort? When did I start taking your love for granted?”

“I-you what?” He spit out, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion as you watched his Adam’s apple work as he swallowed the rest of his words. Letting out a shaky exhale, he rubbed his hand down his face. “You’re soaked, why don’t you change and then we can do whatever this is?”

You chuckled bitterly, because even after all the shit you put Calum through, he only cared about your well-being, yet you remained unmoved, “I’m the reason our relationship went to shit, I’m the one who gave up, I’m the one who took you for granted. Hell, even right now when you have every reason to hate me, and all you want to do is take care of me. I took for granted the best thing to ever happen to me.”

You watched your words process in Calum’s brain, lower lip pulled into his mouth as he nibbled on it absent mindedly, you shifted uncomfortably on your feet, glancing around the room and noticing he had gotten a few new paintings for his living room walls and Duke had a couple new toys that were thrown around.

“Y/N.” You whipped your head around to look at Calum as he took a step toward you, taking both your hands in his. “We both did things wrong in the relationship, this isn’t all on you, the way things were going between us, it was bound to implode.”

“But that’s the thing Cal, you only started to act that way because of my actions, it all stems from me.” Dropping your hands from his and taking a few steps away from him and further into the living room. “I treated you like you were disposable, when you were my boyfriend, I prioritized everything else over you because I always thought you were gonna be there, and never fully listened when you voiced your problems. I’m the common denominator in everything fucked up between us.” “How about we get you changed into warm clothes first and then we can discuss this Y/N.” He moved to walk around you, and up to his room.

“I just can’t remember when I stopped.” You whispered, remaining unmoved with your eyes on the floor. “I just need to remember.” Choking out before you let the tears you’d held back since you’d seen his face fall freely, and let out the sob you’d been holding in. You didn’t register him crossing the living room, but the next thing you knew you were engulfed by his arms and pulled into his chest. You felt him rubbing your hair as you continued to sob into his shirt, quietly hearing him whisper ‘shh it’s okay’ over and over again. At some point in your embrace Calum had walked both of you guys over to the couch, and let you cry it out until you fell asleep from the exhaustion and the maybe hour of sleep you had last night.

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Slowly letting your eyes flutter awake, you took in your surrounds and found that you weren’t in your own home nor were you in your own clothes. Seeing the little dog curled into your side, and the bass propped up in the corner you remembered the events that had transpired this morning, groaning and flipping back over you tried to bury yourself into the couch, hoping it could swallow you up and making you forgot the mess you were this morning.

“I, uh, made you coffee.” You moved again to look at Calum with a coffee cup out stretched from his hand, handing it to you, he moved to sit on the opposite side of the couch with his own cup in his hand.

“I’m so sor-““I guess we shou-“ You both cut off the other, nodding towards you to go ahead you continued, “I’m so sorry for the mess I came here in, and I’m even more sorry for how shitty I treated you in the relationship. It’s a mistake I’ll keep with me forever, and I’m so fucking sorry.”

Shaking his head, before taking a sip of his coffee and placing it on the coffee table, taking a deep breath, “This isn’t all on you, there’s blame on both-“

“But I was the one who stopped making an effort, I’m the one that treated you like shit and prioritized my job over you. Hell, I hadn’t even come to terms with it until two days ago because I piled up even more work onto my plate. Yes, there was the jealousy, and the fighting, but you only ever did that because I took you for granted and didn’t give you the attention you deserved.” You watched as Calum pursed his lips knowing your words to be true, averting his gaze from yours he outstretched a hand to rub Duke’s head. Settling into the silence that followed you took this moment to look at the clock, eyes widening in surprise to see that it was four in the afternoon and you had practically spent the whole day on Cal’s couch asleep.

“I haven’t been able to breathe since you left. The minute you walked through that door I felt like I was drowning.” You glanced at him, but his gaze remained unfixed on his coffee cup. “I haven’t been able to breathe until I saw you outside my door this morning.”

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, taking this moment to admire Calum, how his cheeks were so chubby yet somehow he still had a jawline, the three birthmarks on his cheek that you spent more time than you care to admit poking and tracing, the tattoos on his arms and collarbones for his favourite people in the world, and his new hair that was bleached and buzz cut since the last time you saw him. He was still the same Cal you knew yet so different.

“And here you are, apologizing for something that harmed both of us for far too long. I forgive you, and I’m sorry for all the fights that were caused as a result of me.” He moved his gaze from the coffee cup, to stare at you, and shifted closer towards you on the couch. “But right now, let’s just hang out like old times sake and we’ll figure out us another time.”

Taking your hand in his he gave it a reassuring squeeze, dropping it again to grab the TV remote and find something to watch. “How about I call in sick to work tomorrow and we can figure this out over brunch at our favourite spot?”

Staring back at you with a hopeful look he just nodded before leaning back into the sofa. In all the time that he had known you’d never called in sick to work, yet here you are, promising to do it so that you could spend time with him. And maybe, just maybe you guys could rebuild everything, and this time around everything would be more than okay.

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thank you for the love on the first part, I really did not think it was going to do that well and it makes my heart swell

once again, if this has typos i dont claim them

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[nothingatallspecialinanyway]

Lifeless | M.C Part 3

Parts:  1  |  2

Michael's POV

Y/N’s amazing. I have known her for just under a month but I feel like we have been best friends for years. She’s funny, beautiful, and a complete idiot like me. I feel so much happier with her around and it makes me wonder what she was doing when I was alive.

We haven’t really addressed the whole ‘I’m a ghost’ thing since the night we properly met. I haven’t told her how or why I died, I don’t want to burden her with that, I don’t want her to see me differently. She makes me feel almost normal and I don’t want that to change, I don’t want her to pity me.

I glance to her laptop screen. She had her Facebook open. I hadn’t touched social media since I died. I guess people would find it weird if they were receiving messages from beyond the grave.

I contemplate it, while I can’t talk to anyone, it doesn't mean I can’t see how my friends, well friend, is getting on. I quickly search ‘Calum Hood’. I find his profile, scrolling down to see what he had posted recently. There was a picture of the two of us together, it was one of the few pictures we had together. It was posted a few days after I died, there were comments but I dare not read them. I couldn’t relive the pain of what probably resides there.

“Michael” I hear her voice ring loudly through the apartment.

“Yeah” I shout back.

“Can you get me a towel, I’m stranded in the shower” she shouts back.

I can’t help but chuckle. I go and grab a towel from the closet before handing it through the bathroom door and waiting outside.

“How does one manage to forget a towel when going to shower, it’s the only thing you have to take with you” I chuckle.

“Oh shut up, I just forgot to bring one in with me and when I realised it was too late”

I heard the shower shut off. Moments later she walks into the bedroom in her towel. Water droplets glistened on her shoulders. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun on the top of her head, a few strands falling around her face. She tried to blow them out of the way. God she looked insanely hot and adorable at the same time.

“Do you want something to eat?” I ask as I move to leave the room so she can get dressed.

She just turns and gives me a large grin. I turn away and go to make her breakfast.

I was just finishing the bacon sandwich when she walks through and sits down on the couch.

She briefly looks at the laptop in front of her before closing the lid down and putting her feet on the coffee table.

“Your sandwich m’lady” I say bowing before her as I extend the plate out to her.

She giggles, taking the plate from me. “Why thank you kind sir” she responds bowing her head at me.

I take a seat next to her. “It smells amazing” she says.

“I wouldn’t know” I mumble.

She quirked her head, her face inquisitive. “Can you not smell anything?” she asks.

I shake my head. “I can’t smell, I can’t sleep, I can’t touch anything living” I sigh.

She seemed genuinely interested in what I was saying.

She takes a bite. She groans. “This is delicious” she moans as she takes another bite.

I smile. Just being around her makes me happy.

Y/N’s POV

Calum Hood. That is who Michael had searched. I assumed he was a friend.

When Michael was god knows where I loaded up Calum’s profile. I wanted to know more about Michael. I had a long list of questions about him and his life but I didn’t want to ask. I don’t want to bring up anything he’s uncomfortable with so I assume he will tell me when he’s ready, after all, we are living together. Kind of.

I scroll though Calum’s page, there are pictures of him with Michael. I click on one where they are both stood with a drink in their hands, Calum’s arm draped over Michael’s shoulder. Michael was smiling.

His occupation was listed as a barista at a local Starbucks. I recognised the coffee shop from a photo of him in his apron. It was the Starbucks I visit occasionally on the way to work.

I decide to try and make contact with this Calum guy. It was clear that he and Michael were close and as Michael can’t leave the house it may be nice for him to talk to someone that isn’t me.

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The next day I leave early to go to work. I want to make sure I have enough time to stop by the coffee shop in the hopes of catching Calum. I don’t even know if he’ll be working this morning, but it’s worth a try.

I walk through the door, the sweet aroma of coffee engulfs me. There’re not many people in the shop this morning. Weird, as there is usually never a shortage of people grabbing their morning coffee.

I recognise him immediately. His tall form towering over the counter in front of him.

I approach the counter. He straightens up and gives me a warm smile.

“Hello, what can I get for you?” he says cheerily. Clearly forced on his part due to it being early in the morning.

I realised that I didn’t want any coffee, but I couldn’t not buy anything.

“Just a chocolate muffin please” I smile, pulling out my purse from my bag.

He smiles and goes to get my muffin. I hand over the money to him, for once I had the correct change.

“Thank you, Calum right?” I say.

He slowly nods his head, confusion washing over his face.

I noticed he wasn’t wearing a name badge. Oh god he must think I’m weird.

“I don’t mean to be rude but how do you know my name?” he asks warily.

Well it’s now or never.

“You’re Michael’s friend right?” I say.

His face goes blank, his eyes holding a cold stare. He takes a deep breath.

“Look. If you’ve come to make fun of him, or me I sug-”

“Why would I make fun of him?” I cut him off, genuinely confused.

“Never mind” he brushes me off. “Who are you exactly?” he asks, eyeing me suspiciously.

“Oh, I’m Y/N I just moved into Michael’s apartment” I say, like that would explain anything. I really should've planned this a bit better.

“Look I’m here because, Michael misses you and he wants to see you” I say.

His glare intensifies. “If you think this is some kind of sick joke.” he growls.

“It’s not I swear. I know he died and this must sound crazy, but he’s still there. He was looking at you Facebook profile earlier. I pretended not to notice but it’s obvious you were his best friend. I’m sure he wants to see you please. It must suck to have to stay in that shitty apartment 24/7. Please I just want to make him happy.” I say desperately.

Calum stares at me blankly as he contemplates my words.

“Fine, but if you’re lying I swear to god-” he says sternly.

“Thank you” I smile, thankful that he had somewhat believed my crazy story.

“I’ll stop by this afternoon.” he says, he seemed deep in thought.

“Thank you, you won't regret this “I say as I walk out the door and head to work.

I return home from work to find Michael in his usual spot on the couch. I swear he is going to make my electricity bill go through the roof with all the Xbox playing. “Hey” he shouts as he hears me come through the door.

“Hey” I say as I come and slump down on the couch next to him.

“How was work?” he asks, his eyes remain focused on the screen.

“Boring as fuck” I say. He chuckles

There is a knock at the door. It must be Calum. I get up to open the door, I look over to Michael who was now stood in the corner of the room, staring at the door.

I open it. Calum is stood there, his face unreadable. I open the door, gesturing for him to come in.

I hear Michael gasp from his corner. I look over to him, his eyes are wide as he stares at Calum. Calum looks around the room, it’s obvious he doesn’t see Michael standing there.

“So where is he?” he asks bluntly, looking at me. I don’t answer him.

“Michael why can’t he see you?” I say looking at the boy stood wide eyed in the corner.

“Because I’m not letting him see me” he mutters in explanation.

I raise my eyebrow at him.

Calum looks confused, which is understandable as from his point of view I’m talking to a wall.

I hear Calum gasp beside me, I assume Michael has decided Calum can see him.

“Michael?” Calum breaths in disbelief.

“It’s good to see you man” Michael says walking towards Calum. Calum goes to hug Michael but his arms go straight through him. Michael smiles sadly, obviously wanting to hug his best friend.

“You’re a g-ghost” Calum stutters, obviously trying to process the situation he had found himself in.

“Well no shit Sherlock” Michael chuckles. Calum laughs as well.

“What are you doing here man? I never thought I’d see you again.”

“Y/N came by work this morning looking for me-” Calum begins.

Michael’s head turns to look at me. His eyes held an emotion I couldn’t read.

“You found Calum for me?” Michael says in disbelief. He looked like he was about to cry but he was holding it back.

“Well.” I shrugged. I could see Calum’s gaze flickering between us out of the corner of my eye. “Anyway, I’ll leave you to catch up” I smile as I walk out of the apartment. I had no idea where I was going to go, maybe just a walk in the park, I just needed to stop being a third wheel and let them catch up.

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

On set visits; Queen x reader x Borhap boys pt. 1

*Author's note*

Alright so this part is broken up into 2 parts so here is the 1st part of the Bohemian Rhapsody film set visit. Part 2 will be up in just a second after I get done with this author's note. So expect some crazy stuff happening, fluffiness and the Rock Angel reminiscing on her past with the boys. 

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*Sept. 2017. Filming Bohemian Rhapsody*

I almost couldn't believe it myself. I mean I knew that the boys were planning on a film about themselves and that it was taking them almost 10 years just to get it off the ground. But now after multiple rewrites of the script and better casting, the film was ready to get off the ground.

"So you're absolutely sure I can stop by whenever I feel like it? No matter how many times?" I spoke into my I-phone.

'Absolutely love, just as long as you don't spill any secrets.'

"Please Bri, when have I ever revealed anything to anyone about you guys?"

'Well there was the time—'

"That was a fluck and you know it!" I snapped.

'I'm kidding love, you've never spilled any secrets. You've gotten better at lying lately.' Brian chuckled.

"Well when you say it like that it makes me feel guilty."

'As it should love. So when can we expect you?'

"I'll try to get there before the filming starts, so I may end up going to bed now so that way I can get on the road early enough to beat traffic."

'I know Rog is looking forward to seeing you again.'

"I just did the summer tour with you guys, how could he already miss me?"

'It's a mystery to all of us, but he is your father after all.'

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay well I'll see you tomorrow Bri."

'See you then (y/n). sweet dreams and drive safe tomorrow.'

"Will do. Love you."

'Love you too poppet.' I then hung up and couldn't help but grin.

"You still going over to see them film tomorrow?" I turned and low and behold after a long day's shift there was my husband coming in from his police work.

"Well, well, well, look what the cat threw up." I teased.

"Ha-ha you're hilarious my love." He said as he undid his tie and unbuttoned his short. "So the film's finally taking off the ground?"

"Yep, and they finally found a better Freddie Mercury."

"Yeah cause I remember when you called and told me about Sacha Baron Cohen."

"I just couldn't stand the fact that he was wanting to expose the dark side of Freddie. I mean yeah he had the parties, and the drugs, the sex, but that's all what Rock and rollers did back in those days. Plus that's all he seemed to care about. The scandal that came with Freddie's name, nothing about the music. I'm only just glad Bri sided with me on it." I ranted as Jack came up after taking his shirt and undoing his pants and began to rub my shoulders.

"I know love. You're as protective of this project as Brian and Roger are. So do you know who exactly they got to play Freddie this time?"

"No, but I'll find out tomorrow."

"Okay well, my team's got a heavy lead on the case so I won't really be available tomorrow."

"I understand. Just—promise me you'll be careful my love. I haven't forgotten that one killer that shot you in the line of duty."

"I survived didn't I? Plus now we both have a bullet story to share." He leaned his forehead against mine.

"Not funny Jack." I muttered.

"I know. C'mon let's get some sleep. We both have got a long day ahead of us tomorrow." I nodded and then we both got into bed and we fell asleep.

Early the next morning I was on my way over to the set driving in my own car without a driver. As I approached the set gate of course I was stopped by security.

"Badge and proof of visitation ma'am." I handed him the badge that Roger had sent in for me and some documentation that I needed to show him saying that I was not only visiting but a consultant for the movie to help the actors get to know the true Queen. "Everything checks out Mrs. Kline, here you go and have a good day."

"You too uhh—Marvin." I read his nametag before putting my VIP badge around my neck as the gate opened and I drove on inside.

After about 10 minutes I finally was able to find a parking space. I got out of the car and locked it up before walking towards the set. I was told by Brian that the actors had been prepping for the biggest scene they were going to film, the Live Aid sequence.

When I came around and actually stepped up onto the stage, I was blown away and taken back to the summer of 1985. Jesus they—the production got every single detail down to the paint chippings. The rigged lights that Queen had the day they performed, Roger's kit and the grand piano with Freddie's Pepsi cups filled with beer.

"Oh my god. Jack if only you were here to see this." I muttered to myself. It was then I saw Brian talking to someone but—wait did he? Did he seriously dye his hair back to its original dark curls? I walked up to him but waited till he was done talking to some of the producers. Once he was I tapped his shoulder and he turned around and—oh wow I just....wow.

I don't know whether this is a prank or time travel does exist but I swear I'm literally looking at Brian the day I had met him.

"Okay it's official. I think I have finally cracked." I said as I placed my hand over my forehead.

"I'm sorry ma'am do you need to sit down or can I get you a cup of water?" Oh god he even sounds like Brian.

"Ahhh seems you two have already met. And here I thought I could surprise you." I turned and there was—Brian? My Brian with the grey curls now. Wait what!? What is going on here!?

"What the f—"

"Ah, ah language young lady!" Brian scolded.

"You must be the Rock Angel (Y/n) Kline, Brian and Roger have told us a lot about you. Pardon me, Gwilym Lee." He said as he extended his hand to me. I shook it and said in awe.

"Ahhhh, now I see it. Sorry Gwilym dear, never did I think I'd see two Brian's at once. I swear to god you look—exactly like Brian when I met him."

"Anita said the exact same thing. Cheeky woman was even trying to flirt with him." Brian said as he pouted towards the end..

"No she didn't." I gawked.

"I'm afraid it's true." Gwilym said with a blush. I shook my head softly laughing.

"Oh that woman I tell you what."

"Well I can tell you one thing I know a certain someone of the cast who will flip out once he sees you." said Gwilym.

"And just who might that be?" I asked him.

"The young lad whose playing Deacy, Joe Mazzello."

"Kept ranting on and on about your Live Aid performance and how you and Deacy used to interact with each other in your performances together."

"Ahh yes. Me and my dear brother mine." I sighed with a solemn smile.

"I—I'm sorry I-I-I didn't mean to......"

"No, no Gwilym it's fine. While sometimes I do wish he could still be around, I completely understand why he chose to leave the band. Hell without Brian and Rog I—I don't even want to think what I would've done after Freddie died." I soon brushed my sorrows away and said, "Now come here Gwilym I want to get a closer look at you." he came up to me and we stood face to face of each other.

I placed my hands on his shoulders and looked him up and down before cupping each side of his face gently.

"God they chose right for my Brian. I swear, it's like Gwilym is your long lost son Bri." I said as my eyes turned toward Brian.

"I'm beginning to think you might be right." Joked Brian. I stepped back from Gwilym and said to him.

"I can't wait to see the full Live Aid recreation with you all in full costume."

"I hope we do you proud Mrs. Kline."

"First of all, call me (y/n). Secondly, I'm already proud. From what I've heard from Brian and Roger, I have no doubt in my mind that we've entrusted the right group of actors with Freddie's and Queen's upbringing tale to absolute rock gods."

"You flatter us too much (y/n)." Brian gushed.

"Only because you old fossils deserve it." I teased as I stuck my tongue out at him to which Brian did his little eyebrow quirk at me. I giggled softly and continued. "Well before filming starts, I'm gonna continue to look around the set. I'm told the lower decks where all the performers were settled in are just like how they were when we were there. Ciao Brians'." I walked away from them with a wave of my hand.

After exploring more of the set design and going down memory lane it was then I came across another look-a-like. Holding the famed natural Fender precision Bass guitar and wearing that god awful tacky shirt that I secretly wished I had told him not to wear, and having the iconic mushroom fluffy hair was the actor who was playing Deacy, Joe Mazzello.

One of the hair designers was fluffing up the wig to make sure it was up to Deacy's standard. And god just like with Gwilym, Joe was practically identical to Deacy.

It was just like seeing Deacy again back when he was happy and content with where Queen was at, just before finding out about Freddie's illness (which I had found out from Spike several years ago that Deacy had actually known since the last tour Queen ever did with Freddie).

I smiled softly as I watched him get ready for the camera. His wide smile reminded me so much of Deacy's. Slowly I walked up towards him and as the hairdresser looked him over Joe asked.

"So how does it look?"

"I think you look terrific." I said.

"Wait who said—OH MY GOD!!!" he screamed as he turned around and saw me. Like all usual fanboys, he jumped back, his mouth was gaped and his eyes were wide.

"Close your mouth please Joe dear we are not a codfish." His mouth immediately closed.

"Y-you-you-you're....."

"The Rock—"

"Rock Angel." We both said together slowly. "Call me (y/n)." I greeted as I extended my hand out to him and he took it hold of it and shook it.

"I just—I can't believe that I'm-I'm-I'm actually standing beside the Rock Angel." I softly giggled.

"Just know that beyond the glam and the rock star female empowerment, I'm just a normal 55 year old woman."

"But you still look good." He said. I quirked my brow at him so he quickly tried to save himself, "Not that you're old or anything. I mean I don't mean to offend you I just....."

"Joseph. Relax dear. I'm not offended at all. Freddie always said that I would end up being an eternal beauty. At first I thought it was just Freddie being Freddie but as the years have passed I think he—that he must be behind giving me this youthful glow."

"The Rock Angel called me dear," he first gushed with a shy smile. "Sorry I just...... I grew up listening to your albums along with Queen and the first time I saw one of your broadcast performances, I kinda had a little crush on you" He said gently.

"Aww I'm flattered Joe, really I am." I said as I gently cupped the side of his face and gave his cheek a stroke of my thumb. At that point he looked like he was about to melt into a puddle with how much joy he was probably filled with. "Now Joe forgive me for saying this, how long have you been acting?"

"I was a child actor actually. I've—always been in the acting business. Why do you ask?"

"Well besides seeing some of my brother's features I feel like I've—seen you in something before."

"You might recall a little film that came out in the 90's known as Jurassic Park?"

"Wait hold on—you...." I gasped. "You played little Tim Murphy!?!"

"Yes, yes I was Tim Murphy."

"Oh my god. When that film came out my twin boys were literally obsessed with that movie. Would not watch anything else for a full year. They even wore out the old VHS tape we had for it. Oh my god how could I not recognize you sooner?"

"Well I was 8 just turning 9 while we were filming it."

"You had a birthday while filming?"

"Yeah. It was during the kitchen scene with the raptor. I actually got injured on that day."

"What? What happened?" he then proceeded to tell me exactly what had happened. Of how the raptor they used was on wheels and he was running toward the fridge and he was supposed to go left while the raptor was supposed to go right, but the guy controlling the raptor lost control and went the same direction as Joe and he ended up getting hit in the face with a metal claw.

And it was at that moment the director Steven Spielberg and the rest of the crew sang Happy birthday to him.

Then of course he tried to ask Joe at that moment if they could try it again, but when Joe proved he couldn't do it, they wrapped for that day.

"Oh you poor thing."

"It's okay, I survived."

"Well I hope you never suffered an injury like that since then. And on your birthday too? That's never a good birthday present to get a concussion."

"I was cleared out with no concussion, just a little dizzy and a bit of bruising."

"Oh I'm sorry love, it's my inner mother instincts kicking in."

"She always was an overprotective mother." We both turned around and I saw Roger walking up sporting the black beanie I gave him for Christmas last year and another actor who was sporting the Roger Taylor look he had for Live Aid.

"Oh look who's talking smother father! For years since I've known you you've been the definition of helicopter parent." I gawked at him. "You still sometimes even threaten Jack with missing out on our dates cause of our jobs."

"And I've always told you that boy would be trouble one day." He teased as he came up to me.

"Wow so it is actually true, you guys do look at each other as father and daughter." Said the young actor playing Roger.

"Yes Ben, my adoptive daughter (Y/n) Kline, otherwise known as the Rock Angel." Roger introduced.

"So you're the young actor playing my main father figure eh?" I said as I looked at the young man.

"Yes. Ben Hardy, it's a real honor to meet you in person Mrs. Kline. To say I was nervous to meet Roger is nothing compared to the thought of meeting you."

"Are you saying I'm intimidating and unapproachable?" I asked offendedly.

"Wha? No! No! God no I-I-I-I didn't mean it that way I was just...." I interrupted him with a laugh and said.

"Dear, relax. I was just pulling your leg."

"And be thankful she was. Otherwise, I'd beat your arse boy for insulting my daughter." Roger protectively stated.

"See there you go you old hypocrite. Besides Rog you haven't been able to kick anyone's arse in years. Don't want you breaking a hip now do we?" I mocked him.

"You're lucky these boys are here little missy." Roger scolded me.

" Yeah, yeah, yeah. Now then Ben, you were once on EastEnders right?" I said turning my attention back toward Ben.

"Yes. I played Peter Boyle on the show. My recent film before this was the new X-Men movie that came out about a year ago. X-Men Apocalypse."

"Ahh yes, my youngest son is always obsessed with all the superhero films. Marvel or DC. Now I'd like to see you two more closely, stand together." Both Joe and Ben followed orders and I looked both of them up and down.

Circling around them before cupping each of their faces once by one. And yes Ben was a bit more muscular than Roger was and of course they didn't get his hair right for this part in time, but there was just something in Ben's eyes that just made me think back to the first day I met Roger.

That sparkle of mischief but also protectiveness that shown through those blue eyes of his.

"That is most definitely my Roger. You both have the same spirit in your eyes. I can't wait to see how you play the drums up on that stage."

"Yeah, me neither." He said with a hint of nervousness. I then went over to Joe and cupped his face too. Just—my god just like with Deacy the profile was just uncanny. Of course, Deacy's eyes were more of a hazel type while Joe's were like a brownish type color. But I couldn't deny he looked so much like my brother. "And you my dear Joseph. Gwilym isn't the only one to resemble the man he's playing."

"It was kinda scary after getting the wig on. So much so that I called my mom and asked her what she was doing in 1983?" I laughed and said as I took my hands away from his face.

"Unfortunately, I can tell you for a fact that John Deacon is not your father. The only lady he's ever loved and will love is Veronica."

"I know." I chuckled softly.

"Now then Joe if you'll come with me there's important things I need to discuss with you."

"Like what?"

"You'll see. It was wonderful to meet you Ben, I hope we can get to know each other better later after you all film the Live Aid concert."

"Yeah of course, it was wonderful to meet you Mrs. Kline."

"Please call me (y/n). Dad you better not be too hard on this one, I like him."

"Don't worry I won't break him too much." The four of us went our separate ways.

Joe and I arrived at my trailer (all thanks to Rog and Bri). We entered inside and I told Joe to take a seat. He sat down on my couch while I went over to the kitchen.

"Tea?"

"Yes please. One sugar please."

"Just like how he liked it." I muttered to myself.

"What was that?"

"Nothing love, nothing." I prepped the tea for him and once it was done I handed him his cup and he thanked me. I watched him take a sip and he said,

"Ahh never gets old. I'm telling you after this I may just be the biggest tea fan ever."

"It is good for the soul. I myself have always found Jasmine to be the way to nirvana." I paused for a brief moment before saying, "Joe." He looked at me giving me his full attention, "As you know probably from weeks of research and maybe even from Roger and Brian themselves, Deacy chose to exempt himself from all forms of stardom. To live a quiet life with his family."

"Yeah. When I first got the part I did reach out to him on just any personal advice on certain quirks that he did. Cause even though I've played real life people before, this is the first time I'm playing someone whose still alive, and I wanted to do him justice."

"Yes, quite."

"However all I got back was just that he approved of the project and just for me to take it as any other actor would. Not that I'm saying that I'm mad at him for saying that. But I just—"

"I get it. Really I do." I took his hand and gripped onto it comfortingly. "Look. Ever since Freddie died, Deacy has been—grieving. Just like he did for me, it was Freddie who helped bring Deacy out of his shell and become more involved with the band. Not just being the bass player or the quiet guy."

"The King of the one liners, the tie breaker of Queen." Joe stated.

"Yes, although John could be loud and rowdy when he wanted to. He was definitely Queen's wildcard, but he was also their Ace. Unpredictable but incredibly brilliant. Never have I met a bass player quite like him. Nor do I think I ever will." It was quiet for what felt like forever when Joe asked me.

"Do you—do you still speak to him? I mean, cause I read that you both basically grew up close together, even for being 11 years apart from each other."

"Yes. We actually lived 20 minutes from each other back in our youth. He was and will always be my brother mine." I sighed heavily. "And to answer your question, I must remind you he's always been.....a cautious subject to me. Any remembrance of Freddie just makes him break, and as I'm sure you've seen from my concert footages I, sometimes, subconsciously find myself doing some Freddie movements on stage. Whether it's flicking my wrist like he did, strutting around the stage or waving my arms like he did. Deacy's.....he knows those things. But he's always there for me when I needed him. The last time was—on the tragedy of 9-11."

"Wait you mean....."

"Jack's cousin Jared and his wife Gen, they—they were on the plane that was overtaken by the terrorists. Took five days to finally find their bodies. Jared holding Gen in his arms. It was a risk but—I knew Jack needed more support than just his American family. So he and I went over to John and Veronica's place. We went at the early mornings of course just so that way no one would spot us driving in midday and try to track us down, then at sunrise we walked up to the door and—there he was. When Jack told him what had happened, he—actually invited us in and allowed us to stay the entire time. He ended up being the right support Jack needed."

"Your husband and John were close?"

"Oh yes. More alike than you know. Both incredibly talented bass players. That's how Jack got Deacy's approval when Jack and I started hanging out. He even gave my husband private lessons."

"Wow."

"Yes. They were practically inseparable the two of them for that summer. Even during their rehearsals, you would see Deacy go in the corner and practice what riffs he'd teach my Jack next. However that was the last time I ever actually saw Deacy, 16 long years ago. Haven't gotten in contact with him since. But occasionally, at least according to Brian, he asks them how I'm doing as well as Jack."

"I hope he's living a quiet and happy life with his kids and wife."

"I know they are. I still keep in contact with Ronnie whenever I can, sometimes we go out shopping, fawn over grandchildren pics, and just catching up. She was the mother I needed when I first had Kelly."

"Sounds like she was the ultimate mama."

"You have no idea." I felt Joe place his free hand on top of mine that still had his. I smiled softly at him before I got down to the real reason why I brought him here. "Joseph, now I know that when it comes to acting, Hollywood can pick whomever they deem worthy for a role, especially if it's for a real person. I'll be honest with you; hearing your American accent puts me a little on edge. Cause I have heard some pretty bad English accents on screen that just make me want to pull my ears off agonizingly slow. Now I know Deacy has probably the most unique accent from anyone in Leicester, I mean you hear my accent and I sound nothing like his dialect. So what I want to ask of you, just for the sake of you playing my brother, may I hear you speak with John's accent?"

"What-what would you like me to say?"

"Maybe say what you did for the audition. Or anything that comes to your head. It doesn't even have to be an interview Deacy did, I just want to hear your accent." He nodded before sitting back on the couch while I leaned back on the chair.

He adjusted himself before finally miming that he was driving a car before he finally spoke about when Deacy first joined the band. The one interview he did during the 'News of the World' tour with Bob Harris.

I felt like at that moment my heart had stopped. My hands slowly covered my mouth in a prayer style while the corner of my eyes watered. And sure there were certain words that he said that still sounded American but—this was my brother. I....I was actually looking at my brother right now. They got it right.

By the end of it, Joe looked at me and his eyes grew concerned as he said.

"Did I screw up?" I stood up from my chair in silence. I then walked over to him and knelt down in front of him cupping his face. A wide smile spread across my face as I immediately hugged him and softly sobbed.

"You are my Deacy! My brother mine." I then felt him embrace me back and the two of us rocked side to side. I looked up to the heavens praying that Fred was looking down knowing he would've loved Joe playing his Deacy. "If you ever need any advice or help, I'm here for you. Promise me Joe Mazzello that you will come to me with anything regarding Deacy."

"I promise (y/n)." he still spoke with Deacy's accent which filled me with both sorrow and happiness.

We stayed that way for god knows how long. After composing myself, we left my trailer when one of the volunteers came up to us and said.

"Joe, they're ready to start filming the concert."

"Shall we go on?" I asked.

"Yes, let's." God he had my brother's quick wit already. He crooked his arm out which made me grin softly. I looped my arm through his and the two of us walked on towards the Live Aid stage.

I stood alongside Roger, Peter Freestone (Freddie's former assistant and the other consultant for the film) as well as Brian's youngest daughter Emily (who in every way was so much like her father from the hair to the smile).

"I think this will be a great shoot, don't you think (y/n)?" asked Peter.

"Indeed Pheebs. And I'm sure Freddie would've loved to have seen it."

"He would indeed." He said as he wrapped an arm around me and soon Brian came and stood beside us after being backstage with the young actors who then came out just as Queen did that day back in 85. When I saw the young actor playing our Freddie, I was already impressed.

Sure he was skinnier than Freddie was, but seeing him move about just as Freddie did it was like I was seeing Freddie right before my eyes. The boys got into position and soon began to perform the entire Live Aid concert.

Besides actually being there and seeing them perform from the wings that day over 30 years ago, this was about the greatest concert performance I had ever seen.

The boys in full costume had everything down. Gwilym channeled Brian's solo on Bohemian Rhapsody, Ben was pretty impressive on the drums, Joe had Deacy's rhythmic moves down, and the young man playing Freddie he—it was beyond what I could imagine. He wasn't just moving like Freddie, it was like he knew why Freddie would move a certain way to a song.

I was in awe cause it felt like I had actually traveled back in time and was watching Queen's most historical performance once again. I stood behind Brian and wrapped my arms around his shoulders leaning up against his head smiling from ear to ear, I felt Brian take one of my hands and gently patted it every now and then.

When the Aye-Oh's happened I could help but lowered my head and holding my laughs of joy. I swear when this is over, I need to talk to this new actor playing Freddie cause unlike Sacha, this was our Freddie. Soon Hammer to Fall came on and I couldn't help but bop my head along to the song.

I felt a tap at my shoulder and I turned to see Emily holding her phone out with the notes app open. In the app it read.

'Is this how you remember it Aunt (y/n)?' I walked towards her and gestured for me to have her phone. She handed it to me and I typed out.

'Everything and more. God I wish your cousin Kelly could've been here to see this as well as your uncle Jack. They would've loved it.' I showed her my message and she came up and wrapped her arms around my shoulders as the two of us smiled happily up at the stage.

When Hammer to Fall concluded, the extras and even me and team Queen applauded. I let out a loud whistle from the sidelines as I applauded and took pictures with my own phone to show Jack and the kids later. Now I recall that it was at this time the guys ended up surprising me and the world with our duet "Set it all free" instead of the planned 'Crazy Little thing called love'.

Now I've been skeptical about having a biopic film about me, even though I knew both Queen and Elton were starting theirs at the same time, hell one of the producers Dexter Fletcher is currently directing Elton's film 'Rocketman' as we speak right now. So I didn't know if they would plan to do Crazy little thing or if they'd go the set as it was all those years ago.

I got my answer however when Ben started to play the drum intro to my song.

"You guys didn't." I muttered.

"We wanted to be historically accurate with the Live Aid set." Brian started.

"So we cooked up a little surprise for you." Roger said. It was then I heard the actor playing Freddie began chanting out along with the audience "An-gel! An-gel! An-gel!" it was then I saw a young girl come out and—by god it was like looking at my younger self from that day.

She was dressed exactly how I was with a pregnant belly suit underneath her shirt. Her hair was designed the same way as mine was, everything just took me back. Instead of a playback that the Freddie actor was using for all the singing, this young woman was actually singing and she had a pretty good voice.

I continued to watch in awe as the young woman basically became me doing each step or movement I did that day on Live Aid. I felt Brian and Roger wrap their arms around me as I couldn't even take my eyes off the young woman up on stage. I could hear the extras singing out the lyrics, even some of the crew members were bopping their heads and singing along.

She walked across the stage at the second verse right towards the Freddie actor and just like Fred and I did, they stood forehead to forehead singing the duet before she walked back out and went back to center stage. When the guitar solo came on, my eyes turned to Gwilym and he amazed me that he actually could do my hard rock solo.

After the song was over, the crowd applauded and cheered and I turned to the guys and hugged them and whispered into their ears.

"If this is you guys way of trying to get me to sign onto a biopic film......I'm highly considering it after seeing her."

"We'll introduce you later." Said Roger as we separated from the hug and we turned our attention back to the guys as We Will Rock you now began playing. I couldn't help myself by stomp my feet to the rhythm and mouth out the words.

I was just amazed by not only Gwilym's guitar playing but also the young man who moved just like how I remembered seeing Freddie move, using the mic stand as Fred always did (the cheeky man), even the facial expressions that he made were exactly like they were.

It wasn't until when 'We are the champions' came on that I could barely hold my tears in. Seeing not only Fred's actor but my actor singing the famed Queen anthem that has literally been played in every victory sport or award winning singing competition.

Seeing the two of them interact with each other, it was pure nostalgia.

By the end of the song, tears welled up in my eyes and I looked toward the heavens hoping that Freddie could see this and running through my mind I already knew what he'd say.

"Amazing jobs my darlings, not as fabulous as me but very, very close." When the extras and even some crew members cheered, Brian, Roger, Peter, Emily and myself all applauded and cheered for the boys and that's when the director called cut.

"This.....is gonna be a great movie." I said.

"I think so too. After just seeing them come together like that, I think we've finally casted the right people to play us." Said Brian.

"I agree you two, I'm liking what I've just seen so far." Roger said.

"And—I'm sure he would've liked this too." I said solemnly. I felt Roger gently rub my back and Brian said.

"I know he would."

After a few more takes of filming the Live Aid concert, the director said that it was enough for today. I walked around the set to find the producer Graham King and when I approached him I asked him.

"Graham tell me, who's the young man you got to play Freddie?"

"Oh his name is Rami Malek. His recent project was a show called Mr. Robot."

"Ahh yes I've heard of that, my Freddie is obsessed with that show. Never misses an episode."

"When we were casting Freddie I happened to come across an episode and when I saw him I—just thought I was looking at Freddie. So we brought him in, he gave us a mock interview as well as an audition that your boys saw when they first met him. And from then on it just fell into place. Do you approve of him? Is there a problem Mrs. Kline?"

"Absolutely not. Do you know where I can find Rami at right now?"

"Probably in hair and makeup getting undressed."

"Well, when he is done would you be so kind as to bring him to my trailer?"

"Of course (y/n)." I nodded in gratitude and walked off to my trailer.

I sat there once again on the chair looking through an old photo album. Each picture held a deep and personal memory for me, I thought back to the day that each picture was taken and remembered exactly what was going on at that very moment.

A knock was soon heard at my trailer. I composed myself with a deep exhale and said.

"Come in." the door opened and there without costume or the tache was Rami Malek.

"Graham said you wanted to see me Mrs. Kline?"

"Yes Rami, love please come in." he stepped inside and shut the door behind him. "Take a seat." I gestured towards the couch. He sat right where Joe had sat down earlier this morning and I said. "Would you care for a biscuit, or as Americans call them cookies?"

"Uhh yes please." I smiled and handed him a tray of biscuits I always kept around me (hey a woman's gotta have her sweet tooth fix right?) and handed him my best plate of chocolate chip cookies (all thanks to my mother in law's secret recipe). He thanked me as he took one and took a bite out of it. "Mmm. Oh my god," he cleared his throat and closed his mouth before finishing the biscuit up. "This is so good."

"Thank you, it was my mother in law's secret recipe. She passed it onto me shortly before Kelly was born." He took another bite of it and swallowed that piece before saying as he set it down on a napkin that I had also provided.

"What-what was it you needed to see me for Mrs.—"

"Before we continue, I'll ask you to call me the same way I've asked the other three of the band to call me. Call me (y/n)."

"Yes of course, (y/n). What was it you wanted to see me for? Is it to talk about what you saw out there? Did I screw it up already?"

"No, no dear relax. This is nothing in the way you're thinking." I saw him take a sigh of relief.

"Oh good. Cause I know I obviously wasn't the first choice for the job."

"In my books Rami, you should've been the first one to be called for the role."

"Really?"

"Oh yes, but first there's a couple of questions that I want to ask you that Brian and Roger might not have asked you, and I want you to answer them as Freddie would've."

"Okay." I smiled softly and stood up from my seat as I set the phot album aside.

"Who is Queen not without?"

"That's easy. It's you darling. There's no Queen without their beloved Rock Angel, and no Rock Angel without her four aging Queens." I felt my heart clench at hearing Rami speak with a British tone. The softness of his voice almost sounded identical to Freddie's voice. I turned towards him and walked towards the kitchen area of my trailer.

"Who is it that you trust the most?"

"Mary. Mary is the one I trust the most. For she knows me like no one else ever will." I reached the kitchen and rested my hand against the island.

"Who are you?" Rami looked at me before finally answering something that would forever stun me.

"I've been asked that all my life. By my family, student peers, professors, the entire world. I've been told who I should strive to be but I say fuck what they say. They don't define me. No, I decided who I am. I'm going to be what I was born to be. A performer who gives the people what they want." He pointed towards the ceiling as he whispered, "touch of the heavens." He dropped his hand before finally answering, "Freddie Fucking Mercury."

My lips quivered and I ducked my head as tears began falling down my face for—god knows how many times right now.

"Oh (y/n) I—I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you cry, I—did I say something wrong?" Rami said urgently as he stood up and stood in front of me.

"No." I choked out. I sniffled and that's when he handed me a tissue. Oh ever the kind gentleman and concerned about my wellbeing, just like Freddie was. "No you—you've prove to me that you know just who Freddie truly was."

"Didn't want to be put in a certain category or be stereotyped." He said. I nodded as I wiped my tears with the tissue he had given me.

"For as long as I have known Freddie, especially to his last, various people have chosen one of two sides. There's the one side that the press made him out to be. The one that-that—bastard Cohen wanted to portray Freddie as. The wild, crazed, homosexual drug addict. That he deserved what he had gotten because he was so reckless and stupid. That AIDS was his form of suicide. Never did I want to punch and murder so many people. Every time I got asked about whether Freddie's death was his own fault, I just wanted to rip the interviewer apart."

"I can see why. I bet a lot of true fans and the people who knew Freddie well would've done what you've felt like doing."

"But people like you Rami, who understand that Freddie wasn't just a frontman or greatest performer to ever live. That he did come from a harsh background but rose above all the trials and tribulations that came his way to define himself as he sought out to be. That's why he was my biggest idol." I grabbed the photo album and sat down on the couch and opened it up taking out a picture that was always a favorite of mine.

It was a picture that Deacy took of Freddie and I together just after my very first performance as the Rock Angel at Madison Square Garden. Fred's arms wrapped around me as he had picked me up, huge wide smiles were spread across our faces. I felt a dip on my left side I looked up to see Rami sitting close beside me. He looked down at the picture before saying.

"Was this your first performance?"

"Yes. Out of four members of Queen, it was Freddie Mercury who truly believed that I could make a name for myself in the industry. Taught me everything there was into getting the self-confidence I needed to get up on that stage. Sure we had our ups and downs, but through all the falls we had, he never gave up on me. He gave up on no one that he loved. And Rami," we looked at each other and I told him the utmost truth, "If he were alive today, he would've loved you."

He smiled as I gently touched his cheek and the two of us looked through my photo album of every picture Freddie and I took throughout the 11 years I knew him.

At the end of the day, just before the four boys left to go hang out at a pub nearby, I stepped in and offered.

"Why not have dinner over at my place boys?"

"Oh we couldn't impose." Said Joe.

"Nonsense Joe, I insist and I won't take no for answer. Plus it'll be a more homely environment. You boys can't live on catering and pub foods for the next several months to a year. No I absolutely won't have it."

"Best go along with her boys, she got her persuasion from the best there was." Roger added in.

"Well—if you think it's a good idea." Said Gwilym.

"Of course it is. Now come on, you four can fit in my car. Let's go. Meet you there Brian and Roger?"

"We'll be right behind you love." Said Brian. I gestured the boys to follow me to my car. Ben sat up in the passenger seat, Joe sat behind him, Rami was in the middle and Gwilym sat behind me. I turned the engine on and told everyone to buckle up (mama instincts what can I say?) and we pulled out of the gate and I drove us on home.

"So (y/n), what other kind of music do you listen to?" asked Joe.

"Whatever song has a good voice and a good beat, with no autotune I will love. You can look through my Spotify and see what I have." Ben took my phone out of the phone holder and turned around as Joe took over the controls and went to my Spotify.

"Wow there are a lot of songs. And I thought you would've just stuck with what you grew up on."

"Unlike most rockstars like Roger who think everything after 1979 basically became trash music with the rise of pop or as they called it 'disco'. I'm a little more open minded. But I deny all songs that use explicit language every three words, degrading women, or promotes violence."

"You even got some old Christina Aguilera songs on here?" asked Rami.

"Who do you think helped produce her?"

"Shut the front door. You produced Christina Aguilera?"

"Yeah. I even gave her rights to a song that I wanted to do. But even singing it brought back some old wounds. So since I was helping her produce her album at the time, I turned to song over to her."

"What song was it?" asked Ben.

"Fighter."

"Shut up! That was literally my jam."

"I can attest to that. Throughout the filming of The Pacific, he would never shut that song off when getting into Eugene's character for certain episodes." Rami rose his hand.

"Yeah. I have an entire playlist of some songs I helped produce or make. You can play that playlist if you'd like. Or my typical playlist my boys best songs."

"I think in the light of our first day filming, we should go with Queen. What do you guys say?" Joe asked.

"Agree."

"Yep."

"Oh yeah."

"Aright then Joe, we'll each pick our favorite Queen song. You're up first little Tim." He grinned and scrolled through my playlist until Somebody to love came up on the speakers. "Read my mind Joseph." The piano began playing and that's when I vocalized alongside Freddie and the five of us began singing the song at the top of our lungs.

The entire car ride contained each of us picking our top favorite songs. Ben did 'White Queen' which I commended on him cause people nowadays tend to forget the old Queen songs, Gwilym picked Love of my Life, Rami chose Radio Gaga, and I, of course chose Bohemian Rhapsody.

Thanks to Wayne's world (yes I saw the movie and yes it was silly but just the opening scene alone made the movie worth watching) we basically did the same motion by motion that those boys did in the film when the operatic section came on. And of course when the headbanging rock out came on, the boys proceeded to bang their hands while I did mine not as aggressively (responsible driving kids!)

We continued to rock out to the song and it wasn't until by the end of the song that we soon arrived at my home. I pulled the car up into the garage and hit the clicker button which opened up the garage door and I pull inside just as the last line came up and Roger's gong rang off. I shut the engine and said.

"Here we are boys, welcome to casa de la Kline." We all exited out of my car and right behind us as scheduled were Brian and Roger with Bri getting out of the driver's seat. "Bout time you two got here, I was beginning to worry that I'd need to call in an ambulance."

"We're old dear, not dead." Roger sassed at me.

"But I still love you old coots. Just like I said all those years ago."

"That I do remember, the day right after you got so shitfaced after your 21st birthday. You remember that Brian?" Roger said.

"Indeed I do Rog, I even remember what we did to her to get her to apologize, think we need to do it again?"

"That might have to be arranged."

"Oh no you guys don't! We're not doing that now, now let's get inside before we all catch a cold." I guided them all inside. Once we stepped through the backdoor of the garage I could already smell something cooking, and I knew who exactly was cooking at this rate. "Baby! I'm home!" I called out from the hallway.

We turned the corner and soon came to the kitchen where a young man of 19 (going on 20 in a couple months) stood by the oven. He shut it off and turned around. He was every bit like his father when I first met him back in '83, but he had my eyes. When he saw me, he softly smiled and I came up to him.

"Sorry I didn't call in advance telling you that we would have more guests than your uncles."

"No worries mom. You know I've always cooked way more than I should." I smiled and cupped his face and we kissed each other's cheek. "Uncle Brian, uncle Roger."

"Hello Fred." Brian greeted.

"Hey lad, how's school been?"

"Oh you know, NYU's a challenge but I manage." He then directed his attention towards the young actors but when he eyes landed on Rami, he quickly grabbed my arm and whispered to me. "You didn't tell me you'd be bringing Rami Malek to our house!"

"Again slipped my mind." I teased him.

"Mom how dare you bring my celebrity crush here without telling me, look at me I'm a mess."

"Oh you're fine. Now best behavior." I wrapped an arm around my son and said. "Boys, this is my youngest son Freddie Mercury Kline. Fred, these are the boys that will be playing your uncles. This is Joe Mazzello, he'll be playing your uncle Deacy. Ben Hardy who's playing your old uncle Roger."

"Watch it lion cub." Rog warned me. I gave him a cheeky look before continuing the introductions.

"Gwilym Lee will be playing your uncle Brian, and you know Rami, he'll be playing the man you were named after."

"Uncle Freddie?"

"Yes. And—from what I've seen so far, you'll finally get to meet him through the screen."

"I don't doubt that. I'm a big fan of yours Rami, your role in Mr. Robot has been—amazing."

"I'm honored."

"Alright since we've all had a long day today, let's get some grub. Everyone grab a plate." I grabbed some extra plates from the cabinet and handed four plates out to the actors and we all assembled around the island to grab a piece of lasagna, peas, mashed potatoes with gravy and Hawaiian rolls.

Once we gathered around the table I set out the iced tea Jack had made a couple of days ago as well as some champagne or wine. "Okay guys, before we dig in I want all hands on deck." I extended my hand out.

Freddie immediately placed his hand on top of mine, Brian and Rog soon followed after and it was then Rami, Gwilym, Joe and finally Ben placed their hands on top.

"Thank you for this family, thank you for this meal. Thank you for this day. It'll be a wild ride, but I feel this movie will soar, and—that this new family will forever stay." I said ending the traditional family prayer. The young actors looked at me with warm eyes and soft smiles.

"Alright, let's dig in. You boys will never eat the same way again once you taste (y/n)'s cooking." Roger said.

"That bad?" joked Joe. I gawked at the young cheeky actor.

"On the contrary she's the best chief on this side of London. Even when she was an intern she made us this one Christmas pudding that was to die for." Brian spoke on my behalf.

"It's true. She put all the other PTA mom's to shame when it came to my school's bake sales." Freddie said as he took a bite of his lasagna.

The entire dinner was filled with talks about our lives, stories and embarrassing moments in life. Not a single person was excluded from a conversation. After dinner, Rami and Gwilym helped Freddie with the dishes while I got some other scrapbooks out and bonded a bit with Ben and Joe about my time with Rog and Deacy.

"Now this Joe was taken during my first Japan tour. At the very garden where Queen went to near the Tokyo tower, Deacy refused to let me leave without having a cherry blossom crown."

"He seems to be doing good in the picture."

"Except one twig got so tangled in my hair it literally took 15 minutes just to get it out." We both laughed before I turned the page and found a great picture of me and Roger. "Now this picture Ben, both Roger and I have this picture, this was taken after my first Hyde Park performance."

"She performed to an audience of half of what Queen did when we performed at Hyde Park." Roger spoke.

"She could've performed for more but times changed and better security measure for the public's safety prevented it from happening again." Brian added.

"One thing's for sure, I was damn well proud of her for performing at her biggest crowd at the time just barely two years into her career." Roger spoke again. I looked up and winked at him.

"You guys really do have that father-daughter bond don't you?" Joe said.

"Have ever since she gave me the real 1 and 3/7th's sugar."

"It wasn't until Brian told me the next day that Roger just says that to pull people's leg. God I felt embarrassed after that."

"Aww lovie, but it was due to that I became your favorite. And I don't regret it as I'm sure you don't."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." As Gwilym, Rami and Freddie came back in I continued going through the scrapbook sharing my photos of my days with Queen with the boys, and allowing Freddie to finally hear all the stories that he was denied cause of my grief.

As the night got darker and darker, the young actors at this moment were so full of food and exhausted from a long day's filming they actually passed out along my living room. Joe and Ben cuddled up on the couch, Rami asleep on the recliner, while Gwilym was curled up along the loveseat.

Meanwhile I was watching over them and couldn't help but think it was like seeing my boys all over again. I remember back when I was still an intern and would see the guys all passed out whether at Freddie's parties or in the studio, I always had to provide the guys comfort (which I never minded). So seeing these four young men passed out just brought me a sense of nostalgia.

"I got the spare blankets mom."

"Thank you dear. Your uncles tucked in the spare bedrooms?"

"Uncle Brian's in the room across yours and dad's and uncle Roger is in Georgie's old room."

"Good boy." I then proceeded to cover up and adjust the young actors. I wrapped both Joe and Ben in the same blanket and closed Joe's mouth gently so that he wouldn't drool in his sleep, followed by giving them each a soft kiss goodnight. Without trying to wake him up, I uncurled Gwilym from his pretzel position and covered him up.

I gingerly stroked through his hair before placing a soft kiss to his temple. He groaned and lifted his head up which allowed me to place a pillow underneath him. He hummed in content as he snuggled into it. I then went over to Rami and adjusted the seat so that he would be more comfortable. Pressing the button on our automatic recliner, his legs slowly rose up before finally stopping in full recliner mode.

I tucked him in while looking down at him. God even without the tache it was like looking at Freddie from when I first met him in person at a concert, long before I became an intern. I gently kissed his cheek before faintly stroking his cheek.

Sitting outside along the deck, Freddie and I were looking up at the stars.

"So you think this movie's gonna be a hit?"

"Critics are always hard to please, no matter if it's music or movies. From what I've read of the script yes there's misinformation but that's why it's called a biopic. There's some truth but it's the touch of Hollywood in order to make the film not a boring documentary. But those four boys, they are just how I remember your uncles being when I not only worked with them, but grew up with them hearing their music."

"I wish I had gotten the chance to meet uncle Freddie." Fred said after a brief moment of silence. I turned to him to see him looking down sadly.

"So do I love. He would've loved you as much as he did your brothers and sister. And he would've been over the moon had he found that I had named you after him." I brought my baby close and he wrapped his arms around me as we both looked up at the moon and the stars together.

The star right by the moon glowed the brightest, the very same star that shined just as bright the night after the tribute concert we did back in '92. I couldn't help as a tear slid down my face and a smile spread across my face.

I knew that it was Freddie's star, telling me that he was watching us and that he was proud.

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[lukeysgirl]

From the Dining Table | a.i.

peeped, girlie xx

I M A G I N E 

A sudden jolt hit at Ashton’s neck as his eyelids slowly reveal his hazel eyes. Awaking from his slumber, he allows his eyes to blink before clearing his vision from the blurriness of the morn. Everything had been completely still, the drummer boy sitting up in hopes to find your presence. 

But, to his dismay, the bed lacked you. 

He looked down at the blue sheets, it’s mesmerizing, metallic-looking sheets traumatizing him from the lack of your being. His large hand placed itself upon the wrinkled dent that once held you. Those eyes widened, full of sorrow and emptiness. 

Rubbing his groggy face, he feels the prickling of his recently shaven beard hair upon those calloused hands. Dropping them back on the silky sheets, he groaned, the throaty tone in annoyance from the disturbance in his Calvin Klein's. Morning wood surely was not the thing he wanted to deal with, but how could the boy resist? 

Ashton woke up, anticipating your body beside him. That toned body, the softness of your neck and the lovely structure that was your stuck-out collarbone. Your breasts, the warm mounds that fit in his hands lovingly. The way your eyes glimmer when you smiled, seeing those lips the loveliest hue of red and pink. And your hands, the way they rubbed along the boys pecks in adoration. 

“Fuck.” Ashton’s mutter was weak, but passionate, full of all sorts of frustration and disappointment. He sheepishly crawled his hand to his pelvis, slowly guiding it down to his hard member. Looking distantly at the red carpet, he allowed his hand to move up and down his shaft, feeling it’s desperation for relief. 

As he did, Ashton found himself imagining you. The face you made when he shoved himself in you, the way you spewed out his name in pure euphoria. Oh, and how messy you hair became as it sprawled all over the pillow below you. The way your breasts had danced to the flow of his thrusting. He needn’t drums to create a beat for ear enjoyment. 

Finally finding his release, he groggily stood from the bed and trotted into the bathroom. He switched the light on, and leaned his hands upon the sink to stare himself in the mirror. His stomach churned when he met up with his hazel eyes in the reflection. Ideas sprouted out of your naked body behind his, your arms loosely wrapped on his upper torso with that soft, kind smile you always had every morning when you awoke. 

More curses spewed in his mind, taunting him of his desperation. One image of your smile, and that led a bottle of Jack Daniels into his hands. The cool glass rose goosebumps all over the boys arms as he carelessly threw the cap somewhere and began gulping down the poison. Some of the liquid streaked down his lips, streaming down his skin to pour itself on his chest in droplets. The entirety of the brown substance sat in his stomach by 12. 

Ashton slowly dozed to a deep slumber, with alcohol stinking his breath and his heart aching for your voice. 

The boy managed to bring himself to life a few days later. 

Ashton was back at the studio, now with endless words for you that were suddenly converted to lyrics. The other boys, though excited for his tunes, saw the pain in his voice as he sung those precious words. They meant the world to him, and wished for those very words to reach you somehow. 

As he strained his vocals producing sound to his lyrics, he couldn’t help but continue glancing down at his phone. Texts and notifications from all medias pooled his lock screen, but he swiped past them. Ashton was seeking out anything from you-- any calls or texts. But there was nothing. And Ashton was sure that your phone disliked being dry from you. It was raised and shaped by your calls, seeing as it never ran out of battery as fast as it should, considering the hours you two used to speak. 

Comfortable silence sure is overrated. 

Couldn’t you have at least waited for his awakening to be straight with him? You never say what you want to say, and that traumatized Ashton beyond belief. All he wanted was your words, or some sort of closure. He wanted a conclusion, and pure confirmation of this broken heart. But he was too scared to break the silence, and was annoyed that you’ll never break it first. 

After the studio, Ashton found himself wandering around the city, unsure where he wanted to go or what he actually wanted to do. There was nothing, as his mind picked at him with the entire idea of you. Your laughter, the way you said his name, the way you listed the ingredients in a Cliff bar. It was beyond him to see how you marked his life. 

But then opportunity present itself as Ashton stumbled upon one of your ‘work friends.’ 

“Hey, Shawn,” Ashton stopped him, having the man raise his gaze up to the drummer. Awkwardness filled those azure eyes as he shook hands with Ashton. “How’re you, mate? I haven’t seen you in forever.” 

“Good, good,” Shawn replied, discomfort easy to find in his face. 

“Hey, so how’s Y/N?” Ashton asked quickly, desire in his voice as the busy people past by the two still men. Shawn stared at Ashton somewhat distantly, seeing the sorrow that came with Ashton’s hazel eyes. “It’s been a few, and I was just wondering how she is.” 

“She’s well, yeah,” Shawn began, his voice quiet and simple. Ashton nodded, some relief washing him as his eyes wandered down to the mans chest. That’s when he realized a bit once he saw the band ‘Nirvana’ printed on the shirt. That very shirt once was his, the one you stole the first time he took you to bed. 

Small talk ensued until Ashton no longer wanted to exchange words. He let out a small goodbye before walking away from Shawn. He wanted the distance between them be endless as he walked several blocks before wounding up in front of a liquor store. 

Day became night as Ashton took a swig of his new friend: a bottle of Vodka. It dawned upon him that his legs ached from walking and his liver didn’t want to consume any more alcohol. But the woe that you caused was killing Ashton, attempting to forget via the poisonous drink. But as he strolled, he halted right in front of some fancy Italian restaurant and dared his eyes to wander inside. 

And there you were, inside the very resteaurant he stumbled upon. 

You were looking damn fine. Hair was done to perfection, seeing it shine from the lights overhead. Your body was swallowed by a crimson dress, strapless to cater to your curves lovingly. Your body, toned and soft, shined like it never has before. And then there it was: the smile that completed you perfectly. Ashton would not dare change a thing about you. 

But then there was the twist, having Ashton divert his eyes just a few inches from you to see Shawn sat right beside you. Making you laugh. 

Emotions hit quick as Ashton found tears streaming down his cheeks. His perfectly white teeth gritted, his jawline clenching in pure jealousy. His hand wrapped tightly around the neck of the bottle, almost yearning for the strength to break it in his hands. Raising his arm, he smashes the bottle to the ground, allowing his money to go wasted on the concrete floor. 

Call me, say you’re sorry. Call me, say you’re sorry. Please. Pleasecallmeandsayyoursorrypleasepleaseplease--

Ashton guided himself to a bar, unable to look at you any longer. He scanned the bar, looking for another broken heart. He saw a blonde, a pure beauty sat on the bar. Her cheeks were rosy, eyes pink, with a shot of who knows what the fuck in her slim fingers. He rubbed his face to rid of his tears, walking up to her to barely take a seat in the stool beside her. She was quick to react, turning to look at you with wise eyes. That’s when Ashton paused. 

She looked so similar to you. Perfect.

“Hey, so my heart was completely ripped to shreds, and I see that your heart isn’t taking an easy toll either,” Ashton began, the girl watching in pure confusion. “I was wondering if I could invite you to some sad sex before falling asleep and waiting to see who will be the first to leave the hotel room. Interested?” 

To Ashton’s favor, the girl nodded. 

Ashton woke up to another morning, the taste of alcohol dancing in his tongue. The warmth of the quilt bothering him, causing sweat to be produced. He removed it from his body, revealing his morning wood. But he paid no mind to it as he turned to look at the body beside him. 

His eyes widened to see the face, seeing how it resembled you perfectly. She slept soundly, her eyelids slightly twitching but keeping your eyes away from sight. Those lips were slightly parted, revealing a gap to allowing air in and out. Ashton felt as though in a trance, pure comfort washing over him once more as his hand slowly went to the body’s arm. 

“Y--” He began, the first second of your name escaping his tongue. But his smile was soon to dissolve, realizing that this body wasn’t you. You were not her. You were not here. She was no you, and Ashton realized that quickly as he reeled his hand away. 

“It’s always gonna be you, huh?” Ashton whispered to himself, leaning back as he stared distantly to the carpet. You were everything to Ashton, and he had huge doubts that you were gonna leave his heart anytime soon. You left a huge impact on him, something he’ll never get over until another girl came along and surpassed the standard you created. What an impression. 

Ashton’s eyes then darted over to his cellphone. You remained nonexistent. 

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[lausscribbles]

Billion x Michael Clifford

inspired by ‘Billion’ by Matt Kearney

“Michael.” I sigh, trying to take back the sheets since I woke up, freezing. “Stop taking them away!” “Babe, go back to sleep.” He mumbles, snuggling in the sheets, a smug smile on his face. “You’re a dick.” I mumble, and decide to just get out of bed. “Don’t leave me!” He suddenly shouts, reaching out for my hand, foot, or any other body part he can grab to pull me back into the bed. “Yes, I am. I need to get up anyway.” “But you barely slept last night.” Michael finally opens his eyes and looks at me. “We talked all night. Well, I talked all night. Baby, we don’t need to sun. Just turn out the lights again, so I can hold you again.” “No, I need to call mum.” I sigh and grab all my hair together, so I can put it in a messy bun on my head with one of the hair ties on my wrist. “Your dad will be all right.” “Michael, he bought a motor bike. Who knows where he is at now!” Michael turns around to look at the time. “Babe, it’s five in the morning. I’m pretty sure he’s in his bed sleeping. And so is your mom. Just call them at a reasonable time. And now come back here so we can snuggle for a bit.” He smiles at me, trying to convince me. “No!” I sigh again and shake my head. “I can’t sleep anyway. You always pull away the sheets from me.” “I promise I won’t.” He tries again. I roll my eyes and shake my head again. “Stop it, seriously. I’m not going to bed.” However it does sounds nice to just crawl back into the warm sheets, with his arms around my waist, and snuggling my head into his chest. But no, it’s no use. “I’m too worried about dad.” “He’s fine.” “He’s not fine!” I yell, my voice cracking because of the early hour. “Baby, your dad knows what he’s doing. He’s been driving motor bikes his whole life. He’ll be just fine.” “Michael, he’s like sixty now. It’s different.” “Just come back here, and I’ll drive you to your parent’s house when we wake up again. How about that?” I think about the proposal, sigh and nod, giving in. “Now, com’ere.” I tug at my under lip, and then step into the bed again. Michael immediately puts his arms around my body, tugging me closer to his. He pecks my forehead, smiles, and closes his eyes again. “Why do you even put up with me?” I mumble, always been wondering this. “I do nothing but pick fights over nothing, worry about basically nothing again and just … I must be so annoying.” “Babe, there’s seven billion people in the world, but I only want to be with you. You’re the only one I want. I love your eyes that look exactly like your dad’s, I love the silly voicemails you leave on my phone when I’m away, you’re funnier than anyone I know, and I love how you talk in your sleep. I fell for you the first time you stopped me in my tracks. And I still remember how you left me out that night, waved me goodbye and locked yourself out.” Michael smiles at me, pecking my forehead again. “I feel like I’ve been waiting for you my whole life.” “What did I do to deserve you?” I mumble, snuggling my head against his chest. “No, what did I do to deserve you?” I look up at him, and catch him staring at me. “We’ll stick together forever. I will always be searching for your pretty eyes. When I’m on stage, and I know you’re not there, I’m still searching for you in the crowd. I can’t stop it. It’s like, a habit.” He shrugs. “But why? You can get like any girl you want.” “Don’t be so insecure. I don’t want another girl, baby. You’re the only one.” “I love you. But you’re still a dick.” Michael laughs because of my mumbling words. “And I love you. Always have, always will.”

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[jxnjungkook]

i love my boy ☺️

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[talkfastromance4]

an exciting challenge-- m.c

here’s michael!! 

• • • •

You and Michael have just finished dinner and went into his gaming room to play a new game he got. Your phone pinged and you saw Luke’s girlfriend sent in a new video.

“Oh boy,” you giggle opening it up even though you already had an idea on what it was going to be.

Sure enough, Luke comes into the frame and lovie’s voice says she’s going to take a shower. You already know she’s naked because cupcake and angel have done the same thing earlier this week. The reactions are cute but you had a feeling if you did that with Michael while he was playing he’d tell you to wait a little bit. 

You voiced your opinions in the chat and they were all quick to boost you up and encourage you to do it. Also that Michael would throw his controller out the window if you walked in on him while you were naked. 

Feeling a bit more confident, you pulled of his t-shirt you were wearing and kicked your panties into the hamper. No going back now. 

You pull out your phone and begin recording. 

“Okay girls, I’m joining this weird bandwagon,” you speak softly as you walk to his gaming room. 

You press on the door and his back is facing you as he sits in his gaming chair that’s angled at the tv. You take a deep breath.

“Hey Mikey,” your voice reveals your nervousness. 

“Yeah?” he turns in his chair and his eyes get really big. He pauses the game and spins completely in the chair so he’s facing you. “Oh fuck, yes,” he squeals a giggle covering his face. Then he pats his thigh. “C’mere, kitty.”

You walk towards him to stand in between his legs but he pulls you to straddle his lap. His soft hands tickle up your skin and his thumbs and forefinger tweak your nipples playfully. 

“These are better than any video game, kitty,” he tells you and tosses your phone to the couch. 

You really had to trim the video before you sent it to the girls because Michael showed you just how much he loved it for about an hour and a half. 

• • • •

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