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Grays

Frankie Morales x f!reader

{ Grays Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Grays Part II }

Rating: M

Summary: Frankie wants you to cover up his grays. You want to knock some sense into his salt-and-pepper head.

Warnings: Insecure Frankie in need of self-love comes with his own warning, Reader is a hairstylist and has a related nickname, no physical descriptions other than that Reader has hair that can be dyed, not-quite-friends to *respectfully looking* dynamics, mentions of hair, gratuitous descriptions of the male body, sexual innuendos, lots of teasing and banter.

Word count: 4.8k

Notes: The origin story is here if you missed it. This is dedicated to my Frankie soul sister LJ @prolix-yuy who encouraged me to write this many months ago ❤️ As always, I’m an anxious mess writing for a new-to-me Pedro boy, so please be gentle with me (cos it's my birthday week) 🥺

I have a part 2 (with smut) in mind. I love where this leaves off, but who am I kidding. I probably won’t be able to help myself 😂

The bell on the door chimes with a sweet tinkle, cutting through the low, insistent purr of the hair clipper buzzing in your grasp. You don’t look up as you spy broad shoulders and a battered Standard Heating Oil cap crossing the threshold out of the corner of your eye.

‘Are you lost, Morales?’ you drawl indifferently, focused on the task at hand. ‘I have an appointment with Pope today, not you.’

‘He booked it under his name. Thought you’d take it as a prank if I called in myself.’

You look up to meet his gaze reflected in the mirror sitting in front of Greg, your current customer. ‘I wonder why he’d think that.’

Frankie shrugs, leaning against the reception counter with his arms crossed. ‘Beats me.’

You snort. ‘Really? You’ve insisted loudly and repeatedly for as long as I’ve known you that you don’t see the point of going to a hairstylist when you can have Pope cut your hair with kitchen scissors in his bathtub.’

‘C’mon, Shiv.’

‘Oh, he knows my name,’ you gasp sarcastically. You turn to Greg, who’s clearly amused by this exchange, and loop him in. ‘He usually just grunts at me.’

At this point, Ashton - your apprentice and all-round salon maverick - makes an appearance. Clearly having caught the tail-end of your conversation with Frankie, he glances between the two of you with an arched eyebrow. ‘Are we back to chasing customers away, boss?’

‘Sit his ass down but he doesn’t get a free drink,’ you instruct. ‘I’ll get to him when I get to him.’

Ashton goes ahead and ignores your orders point blank, per usual. After hanging up Frankie’s jacket and settling him at the station furthest away from you in the far corner of the salon, you see him sneakily give him a coffee. He can never resist the handsome ones.

You take your sweet time with Greg, cleaning up his sideburns, even though you’re basically done with him - just to tick off your waiting customer.

Not that it works, and you know it won’t. He just sits there, his wide frame filling up the chair, still as a rock. The dog-eared, months-old magazines strategically placed on the table for idle reading lie untouched. That’s Francisco Morales for you.

You’ve been orbiting each other since sixth grade, as all kids in your close-knit neighbourhood do. In fact, most of your customers went to your school.

You don’t even remember how it started - probably at a sleepover - you discovered one day that you’re handy with box hair dye. By freshman year, you were colouring your fellow classmates’ hair in the girls’ toilets after school, earning enough pocket money to keep your cabinet at home fully-stocked with new hair products on rotation.

Your ever-changing hair colour got you into trouble with the headmaster more times than you can count, who nicknamed you Shape Shifter. Your friends abbreviated it to Shifter, then over the years, whittled it down to Shiv, and it stuck.

After being gifted a set of styling scissors for Christmas one year, you started hanging out at the neighbourhood salon, hustling for an apprenticeship. You practised what you observed on your fellow students, giving out haircuts on the bleachers on non-game days for a couple of dollars (the fee waived if something went disastrously wrong).

That’s how you first met Benny - his then cheerleader girlfriend took him in for a haircut when it got too long for her liking. When you eventually opened your own salon years later, he was your first paying customer, having come home after being honourably discharged from the army.

During the early days, when you struggled to fill your appointments and he couldn’t win a fight to save his life, you made a pact. You would do his hair at a heavy discount for his posters and promotions, and in return, he would let you use his photos for the salon’s marketing.

And it worked. Well, not that you had anything to do with him turning his fortunes around on the MMA circuit, but he had everything to do with getting customers through your door. It only got busier when Santi joined the ranks a couple of years later, and even though Will only shows up when his hair gets really unruly, they both sit in front of your camera with no complaint in return for mate’s rates.

Having these guys on your salon’s social media keeps both the gents and the ladies booking up your appointments.

Frankie Morales, though, is a different animal.

When you finally appear over his left shoulder, his coffee is all gone and he meets your eyes in the mirror nonchalantly. He’s leaning his whole weight on his right elbow on the armest, his left arm outstretched and blunt nails tapping on the table, the only hint of impatience he’s giving away.

He’s good at that - he’s the laid-back one out of the boys, the one who hangs back and observes with arms crossed, but quick to crack a grin and throw in a wicked barb when the occasion calls for it. Nothing ever seems to faze him, and probably nothing does - you hear that makes a good pilot, and from what Pope lets on, he’s a damn good one.

It also makes for highly effective bait for the ladies. He’s a popular fixture on the local bar scene - let’s face it, all of the boys are. You’ve seen him in action more than once when Benny or Pope invites you along on a night out, more often than not without Will since he had a baby girl with his high school sweetheart last year. Frankie’s brooding, quiet, beer-sipping act often works better than Benny’s over-the-top flirting or Pope’s Casanova bit.

But that’s neither here nor there.

Hands on your hips, you goad him, ‘Alright Morales, how do I know you’ll pay up, you cheap bastard?’

‘Pope says to put it on his tab.’

‘Music to my ears.’ You tap him on the shoulder. ‘Sit up and off with the cap.’

With a grumble, Frankie lifts the cap up by the beak, ducking his head as he does so. He tosses it onto the table offhandedly and shifts in his seat, but you’re not fooled by his unconvincing air of indifference. From the way he plasters his palms to the top of his denim-clad thighs, as if to stop them from fidgeting, you know he’s feeling vulnerable.

You can’t say you’ve ever seen Frankie without his headgear - now that you think about it, he’s been wearing it since high school. Heck, he might have gone through several incarnations of that blasted hat in the years in between. You’ve caught glimpses when he lifts it up to fix his hair, but otherwise, all you see is what peeks out from underneath, the longer wisps that coil around his ears and the curls at the back.

As it turns out, there’s really nothing to hide - sure, the cut is blunt and his hair lacks shine, but both can be easily fixed. You step into his space and comb through his locks, starting at the base of his skull and working your way up the sides.

The contact startles him - he practically jumps out of his skin, and you don’t miss the way the veins on the back of his hands pop and he digs his nails into his legs.

'Easy, boy,' you soothe with a teasing undertone, earning yourself a glower from the pilot. As much as you enjoy needling him, you do want your customers to be comfortable. So you let slip a deliberate but genuinely appreciative hum as the dark tendrils, subtly tinged with grays, part softly at your prying fingertips. ‘Wow, your curls are really thick.'

He looks up, an unsure frown on his brow. ‘Oh. Is that bad?’

‘No, Morales, it’s definitely a compliment,’ you tell him encouragingly - your bark has always been worse than your bite. ‘What do you use to wash your hair? It’s a bit dry.’

He shrugs. ‘Shampoo.’ At your insistent stare, he snaps, ‘What?’

‘Don’t lie to me, Morales,’ you warn him in a stern voice.

He huffs and gives in. ‘Fine. It’s a 2-in-1 body wash. I get it at the gas station, happy?’

You shoot him a smug grin as he rolls his eyes. ‘Well, you’re using proper shampoo from now on, and conditioner.’ He opens his mouth, a complaint on the tip of his tongue, when you hold a finger up at him. ‘Don’t argue with me, mister. I’ll throw in a couple of bottles on the house to get you started.’

‘Fine,’ he concedes. Unfailingly polite even when grumpy, he adds, ‘Thanks, Shiv.’

Your trusty swivelling stool screeches in protest when you drag it over on its wheels, before you take a seat and address the elephant in the room. ‘So - I’m guessing you’re here because of the wedding.’

You get a grunt in response. Scratching a particularly scrappy patch of his beard that has turned prematurely silver, he says, ‘My ma says I should cover up my old man grays for it.’

You snort, shaking your head. ‘Ha! And you tell your mother I say - hell no, ma’am! I will do no such thing.’

Frankie blinks at your unexpectedly adamant response. ‘What?’

‘I said, hell no,’ you repeat. Turning his head to the side with two fingers on his stubbled cheek, you comb his locks upwards to study the way the grays blend in softly with the umber, matching the ashen flecks in his beard. He doesn't start as badly at your touch this time, but there’s a telltale tick in his jaw, and you can almost hear the tension that thrums just below his skin where a late summer tan still lingers.

‘See how your grays are mainly coming out on the underside?’ you point out. ‘I like the way they just peek through the brown, it gives more depth to your curls. Natural highlights, if you will.’

He looks unconvinced and swipes at a smattering of silver with dismissive fingers. ‘Dunno. Thought the grays make me look old.’

You chuckle. ‘You’re no spring chicken anymore, Morales, and I mean it in a good way. Grays are natural - they will look even better when you start using actual shampoo and conditioner. Trust me, the salt and pepper works on you. I’m not dyeing your grays, and that’s that.’

For the first time today, Frankie turns his head and looks directly into your eyes. ‘My mother’s coming back to town for the wedding, you know. And she remembers where you live.’

You laugh. ‘Go ahead and send her my way, you know I’m not scared of her.’

He scoffs at your big talk. ‘You should be.’

Your relationship with the Morales matriarch is complicated, to say the least. She was always hard on you when you were a kid, thinking you were too wild and undisciplined. Now that you’re grown, you’re still torn between your admiration for her as a single mother who raised a good man, and the woman who never tires of dishing out criticism, warranted or not.

You give him a reassuring pat on the back, solid and warm under your touch. ‘Leave your mother to me, Morales. The grays stay, and I’ll make sure you steal the show at the party.’

‘Your funeral,’ he quips.

‘You just worry about getting yourself to the wedding,’ you retort, cracking your knuckles. ‘Now, are you ready for some pampering?’

Frankie rolls his eyes, but you see the corner of his mouth tick up in a vaguely upward direction - and you take it as a win.

‘Relax, Morales.’

‘I am relaxed,’ he insists through gritted teeth.

‘You’re about as relaxed as a cow on the butcher’s block. Unclench.’

For someone as economical with words as he is, his body certainly says a lot. Every single part of him seems hellbent on making his discomfort known. He breathes a frustrated exhale through his nose, brow deeply furrowed, his glare burning holes into the ceiling.

The leather seat of the backwash barely contains his tall build, his t-shirt stretched to the seams across his chest as he leans back into the basin. He’s bouncing his left leg irritably, the tight denim straining against his lap.

You try - valiantly - not to gape too obviously at the conspicuous bulge nestled snugly between his thighs under his belt buckle. But you can’t avert your eyes from something of that size. It’s against the laws of physics. Or something.

Even from where you’re standing, at the top of the basin peering down the slope of his body, its heft is clearly testing the structural integrity of the zipper of his jeans. Imagine the view from the other side -

Clearing your throat, you bodily press down on Frankie’s shoulders which are coiled up like the hood of an angry python, forcing them to loosen up. He jerks as if he’s a copper wire and you’re electricity. You tease, ‘So sensitive. You act like you’ve never felt a woman’s touch before, Morales.’

‘You know that’s not true,’ he growls at you, the prominent vein in his neck starting to pulse in frustration.

‘No, you’re right - I do know,’ you smirk, dragging out your syllables.

Your tone has him frowning at you, upside down. ‘What do you mean by that?’

‘I mean - I know,’ you repeat with a conspiratorial wink.

He narrows his eyes at you. ‘What do you know, Shiv?’

You wriggle his eyebrows at him suggestively, enjoying yourself far too much. ‘I own a salon, Morales. I hear things from the ladies about town.’

One large palm reaches up to shield his face in embarrassment, a pained groan escaping between the gaps of his fingers. ‘For fuck’s sake - kill me now.’

You laugh, wrestling his hand from his face to with an impish grin. ‘Don’t worry, I’ve only heard good things so far - Frankie big boy Morales.’

He blushes so hard that his ears and neck go a livid red, and for a minute, you’re actually worried that he’d pass out from not enough blood reaching his heart. Not keen on the prospect of having to explain to the emergency services that you teased the poor man into an aneurysm, you turn on the water and cut short your little chinwag with a good-natured chuckle.

His hands are still tightly clamped around the armrest when you carefully run the shower head along his hairline and behind his ears, soaking his curls. His biceps flex from the tight grip and the lean muscles strain against the sleeves of his t-shirt.

At least he closes his eyes when you start with the shampoo. The velvety lather froths as you patiently wash his hair, which clings to his wet curls like vanilla frosting. The deep crease between his brows eases with each gentle swipe into his locks, and the invisible force pulling his lips downwards slackens. By the time you rinse out the bubbles, you don’t miss the way the tension in his body unwittingly goes with it down the drain.

When your nails slide slickly into his hair with the conditioner, his stubborn body finally, slowly unfurls. His head tips back of its own accord, baring the column of his strong neck as he leans inadvertently into your touch. Colour returns to his knuckles when he releases his death grip on the backwash.

You smile to yourself, scraping your fingertips along his scalp in a firm massage, watching his chest rise and fall as he teeters on the brink of consciousness.

As your thumbs trace a confident path down the back of his skull, they appear to find a particularly sensitive spot near the base of his neck, and it's as if a switch is flipped. You witness the exact moment he breaks - his back arches off the leather seat, his obstinate lips part with a strangled half-sigh catching in his throat as he yields his full weight into the palm of your hands.

If you're not careful, you could get used to this.

‘Still with me, Morales?’ you tease quietly.

He garbles incoherently, and you grin.

Frankie practically molds into the chair like warm wax when you shepherd him back to the styling station. You’re so chuffed with yourself that you don’t even feel the need to gloat at the way his eyes are glazed over and how his head lolls into the soft pressure when you run a fluffy towel through his hair. The man recoiling at the mere brush of your fingers a distant memory.

You run an assessing eye over him, brushing out his locks to gauge your game plan. ‘I like this length on you, so I’ll just trim the split ends and tidy up your sideburns. You’ll benefit from some layering too - it’s a bit heavy on top right now.’

From the way he blinks owlishly at you, you know he doesn’t catch a single word. He shrugs and says matter-of-factly. ‘You can’t do worse than Pope.’

The salon is quiet this afternoon, as it tends to be on Wednesdays. You let him enjoy the peace for a little bit and tap your foot to Ashton��s playlist as your styling scissors move over his curls in metallic snips.

‘Tip your head forward for me,’ you instruct, sliding around the back of his head on your wheels as you probe, ‘So - how are you feeling about the wedding?’

The fabric of his t-shirt bunches over his shoulders as they quirk noncommittally.

‘It’s just a few days away.’

He makes an indifferent noise. But you’re not so easily dissuaded from conversation, and he knows it.

‘Can’t be easy - watching your ex get married.’

Frankie pins you with a long-suffering stare in the mirror. ‘We broke up a year ago.’

Getting onto your feet, you ruffle your fingers through the crown of his curls. ‘Yeah, but you dated for years. She sure moved on quick.’

He huffs a sardonic laugh. ‘Thanks, Shiv.’

Swapping out the styling scissors for blending shears, you argue, ‘What? It’s a legitimate observation. I’m just making conversation here.’

‘Or we could just sit here quietly.’

Ha. As if you ever listen to him. You press on, ‘Why did she invite you anyway?’

Frankie’s sigh sounds a lot like surrender as he humours you. ‘It’s a damned if she does, damned if she doesn’t kind of situation, I guess. The whole town’s invited.’

‘You sure she isn’t trying to flaunt it in your face or something?’

‘Flaunting implies I still care. I don’t.’

You give him a juvenile nudge nudge, wink wink. ‘Well, on the bright side, you’ll definitely get laid, being the heartbroken ex and all. Chicks love that shit.’

He dispatches a side-long stare in your direction. ‘I’m not heartbroken, and that’s not why I’m going. And you know none of this is any of your business, right?’

‘You’re no fun,’ you pout.

He quips, ‘As a professional hairstylist, you really should be better at making polite conversation.’

You snort. ‘Do you really think it’s a good idea to call me rude when I have scissors in my hands?’

Frankie watches you work in the comfortable lull that’s settled between you, gliding the blades along strands of his curls pulled taut, before running a fine-toothed comb through to brush out the loose tufts. Soft coils land on the floor around his chair as you work your way methodically through his layers.

‘Are you going to the wedding?’ he asks eventually.

You shrug. ‘Maybe, depends on my schedule. I gotta say, I’m kind of curious to see how tacky it will be.’

At his eyebrow sternly cocked, you argue, ‘I know she’s your ex and all, but she’s always been a bit tacky. I mean, that remodel of your house was just tragic.’

Frankie frowns. ‘How do you know all this? You’ve never been to my house.’

You wink. ‘Benny tells me everything when I do his hair.’

He pinches the bridge of his nose. ‘Of course. Benjamin fucking Miller.’

You give him a pat on the shoulder. ‘Don’t worry, I’m on your side, if it helps.’

‘I don’t need you on my side.’

You flash him an insufferable grin. ‘Too bad, Francisco. I am and there’s nothing you can do about it.’

The hairdryer drowns out any further conversation, and Frankie quietly studies you as you cord your fingers through his hair, ruffling it as it dries.

It’s still a bit damp when you switch off the hairdryer and reach up to pull a couple of jars from the shelf above. ‘On the day of the wedding, I want you to wash your hair just before you style it. You have a hairdryer at home, right?’

He throws you a pointed look. ‘I’m not a heathen.’

You grin. ‘Down boy, just checking. Now, you’ll dry your hair until it’s still a bit wet, like so.’ Presenting the styling mousse to him, you say, ‘Then go on and grab some product - you only need a dollop.’

He dips his index finger into the pot, scooping up a generous blob. Your attention is unexpectedly piqued at the sight of his hands.

Have they always been so big?

Realising he’s staring at you in wait, you shake yourself out of it. ‘Ok, rub the mousse onto your fingertips and run them all over your hair, combing from root to end.’

Frankie does as he’s told, face set to a serious scowl as he impeccably goes over each section of his locks, staring into the mirror to make sure he gets every strand. For the first time, you see the pilot in him up close, and you wonder if he’s this thorough about other things, like -

Laundry, your mind interrupts as it careens on the brink of the metaphorical gutter. Get your shit together, Shiv.

‘Good,’ you smile when he’s done, hoping he doesn't see the strain in it. ‘Now, I want you to rake your fingers through the roots when you dry your hair all the way.’ In demonstration, your nails burrow into the base of his thick hair, then you wriggle your fingers upwards towards the ends. ‘It will give you lots of volume and really show off this cut.’

Passing him the hairdryer, you watch him critically in the mirror. He imitates your movements, a bit clumsily and far too cautiously. Leaning down to his ear so he can hear you over the whir, you instruct him, ‘Don’t be gentle, Francisco. C’mon, harder, deeper - don’t hold back.’

He chokes and pins you with a wide-eyed stare in the mirror that glances right off your oblivious self. Along with your words, nothing about this exchange would register in your head in any other way until much, much later tonight, when you replay the conversation in your head in that limbo between sleep and wakefulness.

It may or may not have you squealing into your pillow in latent embarrassment - and something else.

But for now, you’re happy with the way his hair has set, and you gesture for him to switch off the hairdryer. Turning his chair towards you and away from the mirror, you scan your eyes over him and make small adjustments - tucking a couple of strands behind his ear here, a couple of final snips there.

As a final touch, you bury your fingers into his locks, dragging your fingertips through the roots to impart a final tousle so that the curls are loose and soft. You preen at the way he sways into your contact, all shyness gone, his hooded eyes half-closed - before he seems to catch himself and sits up with a self-conscious ahem.

Grabbing a small bottle from the shelf, you say, ‘Last thing - your beard is a bit dry as well. This oil will keep it nice and moisturised, just two or three drops after you wash up in the morning will do.’

Tipping his face up by the crook of your finger and opening up his neck to you, you smooth the ointment along both sides of his jaw, rubbing circles into his neatly trimmed whiskers and all the way up his sideburns. Sliding downwards, your hands seek out the closely shaved stubble tucked beneath his chin. Then, by sheer momentum, your palms continue down his throat in a slow, sticky descent, until the pads of your thumbs slot into the hollow between his collarbones, your fingers resting at the base of his neck where you feel his pulse rabbiting underneath.

The air thickens and shifts between you. When he swallows, you feel the ripple of the moment against your fingertips.

His eyes are on you, and suddenly he’s too close, his skin too hot under your hands. To your horror, something akin to shyness rears its head and you almost stumble backwards to put a safe distance between you.

Scrubbing the oily residue from your hands on a towel, you break the moment with a wink and a steadier smile than you actually feel. ‘You look good, Morales. Ready to take a look?’

‘As if you would take no for an answer,’ he mumbles under his breath. Fondness might be too strong of a word - but you don't think you're imagining the faint trace of amusement in his voice.

With a dramatic ta-da, you spin his chair around with a flourish.

Frankie Morales is obviously not a vain man - he most likely owns five pairs of jeans that he’s worn on rotation for the past fifteen years, his t-shirts are washed ragged, and his trusty leather boots have seen better days. He probably doesn’t use a mirror other than for purely utilitarian purposes, like checking if there’s something stuck in his teeth from his last meal.

But right now, by the way he’s holding his breath as he meets his own eyes in the reflection, you can tell that he’s really looking at himself for the first time in a long while.

You pretend to busy yourself with tidying up the styling station as you discreetly sneak glances at him, feeling strangely bashful for intruding in this moment. When he remembers to breathe again, he tilts his head left then to the right, and back again, even swivelling his chair from side to side so he can peer round the back.

You’ve parted his waves to the side, the lighter cut allowing his curls to carry their natural shape. The healthy sheen, courtesy of the mousse, tempers his grays to a softer, burnt silver that catches the light fetchingly as he moves. Reaching up, Frankie pushes back a stray curl that falls over his eyes, and his back straightens in a quiet show of confidence.

Running a salon is hard work and often thankless. But on days like this? You know you’re meant to do this.

A dramatic gasp draws both of your attention. Ashton is clutching at his chest, backed up against the neighbouring styling station, gaping at Frankie. ‘Mister - you look good enough to devour. Look at that salt and pepper, I’m living for the grays. Doing the Lord’s work, Shiv!’

You laugh as Frankie flushes, scratching an invisible itch on his forehead. You brush the loose hairs off his shoulders with a towel and give him a nudge. ‘See? I’m not the only one who thinks you look good with the grays. You better stock up on the condoms, Morales, the ladies will be all over you at the party.’

He shakes his head self-deprecatingly as he stands up, rubbing his palms on his jeans, uncomfortable with the scrutiny. ‘I doubt it, but - thanks. I appreciate this, Shiv.’

He shrugs on his well-loved burnt yellow jacket, the one with the sleeves perpetually folded up above his wrists and grabs his cap. You hold out a paper bag with the free shampoo and conditioner you promised him, throwing in a jar of hair mousse for good measure. ‘You’re welcome, and you better not put your hat on again this afternoon after all that hard work.’

His fingers brush yours when he takes the bag from you, then, as if it’s the logical next thing to do, he leans down to press a chaste kiss to your right cheek, his stubble coarse against your skin - and you know without looking it’s the gray patch in his beard that brushes against your jaw as he draws back. You fumble, feeling heat prickle the back of your neck and blooming in your rib cage.

He flashes you the most self-assured smile you’ve seen on him this afternoon, which has you biting your bottom lip. ‘I won’t. Maybe see you at the wedding, Shiv.’

It takes you five full seconds to regain motor functions. By the time you unstick your tongue from the roof of your mouth, Frankie’s already out of the door with a spring in his step.

In companionable silence, you and Ashton watch the pilot strut - because that’s what he’s doing, he’s strutting with a confidence that becomes him - across the road through the glass front of the salon.

‘What a dish,’ Ashton sighs dreamily, flopping into a chair as if his limbs have given out. ‘I hope he comes back soon.’

You smile. A girl could always hope.

Notes: It's the first time I'm using a nickname for a Reader, but I have a real soft spot for Shiv, and I think she deserves one. I'm not sure where the fandom stands on this, does it disqualify the fic as a reader insert? If anyone has an issue with this, please let me know! For me, Shiv has no physical descriptions so to me she's still a reader insert.

I don't know if anyone expected this kind of dynamics between these two, but it's been so much fun to write with a bit of antagonism in the mix. I hope you enjoyed this, reblogs and comments are so, so appreciated as always. Thank you for reading ❤️

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roommate’s best friend part two

pairing: calum hood x ashton’sroommate!reader

summary: after your make out session with calum was interrupted by ashton, you were both very excited to spend more time together at a 5sos gig. (part one)

word count: 2.7k

warnings: unprotected sex, public-ish sex (it’s backstage), tiny praise kink, minors DNI

You were planning to see Calum tonight for the first time after your little make out that was interrupted by Ashton.

You both had planned to have a little date night at Calum’s apartment, where you couldn’t be interrupted by Ashton. Before you could leave, you and Ashton had a plumbing emergency that kept you both at your apartment.

When you called to tell Calum that you couldn’t make it, he practically begged you to let him sneak over just to be with you for a little bit. You knew it would just end with Ashton accidentally seeing something he shouldn’t, and you couldn’t handle that embarrassment again.

Calum and Ashton had both invited you to a gig that the band was having tonight, so you would finally get to see Calum.

You were in the middle of picking out your outfit, obviously wanting to look nice to impress Calum.

“Oh, is somebody getting ready to see her boyfriend tonight?” Ashton teased you from your open doorway. You turned to face him and saw the smirk on his face. “C’mon, Ash, we can’t just be adults?” You pleaded. He chuckled and shook his head. “I caught you hooking up with my best friend. It’s a perfect opportunity for teasing, I can’t waste it.” He told you.

Ashton stepped towards you and held out a lanyard. “Wear this and security will let you in tonight. I’m about to head out, I’ll see you later.” He told you. You took the lanyard from him and said goodbye to him.

A few hours later, you were on your way to the concert, and you had butterflies in your stomach as you thought about seeing Calum.

You had picked out some leather pants and a red lace top that you were hoping Calum would like.

You got to the venue and security let you in quickly after seeing your badge. A security guard led you back to where the guys were hanging out. “They were in the lounge last time I checked, but if they’re not there, I’ll bring you to their dressing rooms.” The security guard told you.

You approached the room and saw a few couches sprawled around the room and a minibar against the wall.

You saw someone sitting on the couch on their phone. You recognized him as Luke from Ashton’s Instagram posts. “Here you go,” the security guard said, gesturing towards the room and then leaving.

“Hi, I’m Luke,” he said, jumping up to greet you. You quickly shook his hand and introduced yourself to him.

“Ashton just ran to the bathroom, he’ll be back soon.” Luke informed you. You nodded your head. “I’m really excited to see the show tonight. I got to go to one of your shows before, and I had a great time.” You told him.

“Oh thank you, yeah tonight should be good.” He agreed. You both heard footsteps and turned to see Calum walk into the room.

His eyes scanned over your outfit slowly, taking it all in. “Hi, there,” he said, softly. You gave him a smile as he walked over to you. “C’mon, Cal, give her a hug.” Luke said, teasing Calum for how stunned and speechless he was.

You giggled at Calum’s flustered expression. “Wait, but how do you—” Calum started to ask Luke.

“You really think Ashton was able to keep you guys and your thing a secret?” Luke said, chuckling.

Luke made sure not to stare so he wouldn’t make you both uncomfortable. “Hi,” you said, softly. He stepped closer to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “You look beautiful.” He whispered as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding onto him tightly. The scent of his cologne filled your lungs. You both pulled away, not knowing what to say to each other with Luke in the room.

“So, you two met already?” Calum asked, gesturing towards you and Luke. You both nodded. Then, Ashton and Michael walked in the room.

“Hey,” Ashton said, smiling once he saw you. He walked over and gave you a hug. He turned around to gesture towards Michael and introduced the two of you.

You noticed Ashton walking over to Calum, probably to tease him in some way, so you started talking to Luke and Michael. You were telling them about the first show of theirs you had gone to.

You were trying your best to make a good first impression, considering you’d probably be spending a lot more time with them.

You felt Calum’s hand slip around your waist, and he brought his lips to your ear. “Can I get you a drink?” He whispered in your ear, keeping his tight grip on your hip. You nodded your head, “yes please,” you said.

He walked away to get you a drink. Ashton joined your group and was smirking at you. “Don’t you even,” you said, stopping him before he could make a comment.

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” Ashton lied through his teeth. Luke and Michael chuckled at his horrible poker face. “I’m trying to make a nice first impression with your friends, and you just can’t stop yourself.” You said.

“You made a pretty good first impression with Calum,” Michael muttered under his breath, trying not to laugh. You were too stunned to speak. You sat there with your mouth open as the three of them started cracking up. “All three of you now?” You asked.

Calum appeared at your side with two drinks, handing one to you. “Yeah, she did make a pretty good impression, y’know until Ashton ruined it.” Calum said, winking at you.

You slipped your arm around Calum’s back and leaned into him. “You both are pretty cute together actually” Ashton said, making your cheeks heat up.

“Hey guys, you got like five minutes til you need to be on stage.” Someone said, as they walked in the room. You looked over your shoulder and saw someone who looked like their manager.

“C’mon,” Calum said, interlacing your fingers and pulling you behind him. You followed him to the side of the stage. You both set down your drinks and one of the crew members handed Calum his bass.

You gave Calum a kiss on the cheek. “Have a good show,” you told him. He thanked you and gave your hand a quick squeeze. The other three guys started to walk on stage, but Calum stopped.

He held up two fingers and beckoned you closer to him. He quickly cupped your face and kissed you. You were surprised by the kiss, but kissed him back.

“Gotta get my good luck kiss,” he said, before running out on stage.

You got to watch the whole show from the side of stage and had the best time. Calum even looked over at you a few times and winked at you once.

As the show ended, you cheered for the guys, and they took their bow. The guys filed off the stage past you, giving you high-fives as they went by.

Calum came off the stage last with a giant smile on his face. He handed off his bass and then grabbed your hand. He started pulling you down the hallway.

“Calum, where are we going?” You asked him. He didn’t answer your question, but continued pulling you behind him. You both got to his dressing room door and he pushed the door open.

Before you knew it, he had pulled you both inside and closed the door. He pinned you to the back of the door. “You remember when we talked about you fucking that bassist in his dressing room?” He asked you, his mouth almost pressed up to your ear.

You nodded your head. “Yeah, I remember,” you said, breathlessly. Calum’s entire chest was pressed up against you, and you were finding it hard to focus.

“Well that bassist really likes your outfit and got really turned on seeing you on the side of the stage, so if you were still okay with that plan,” he said, practically growling.

“Yes, yes, just touch me, Cal,” you begged him. As soon as the words left your mouth, Calum’s lips were on yours. His lips moved quickly against yours.

He grabbed at the back of your thighs and picked you up against the door. “No one to interrupt us this time,” he said, smirking against your lips.

You raked your fingers through his hair, causing him to groan. He planted his lips on the side of your neck and started slowly sucking on your skin.

You tried to silence the moan that fell from your lips. “Don’t hold back, let me hear you.” He coached you.

He pulled you away from the door and laid you down on the couch. “You look so gorgeous,” he said, in awe as he looked at you.

You pulled him towards you and tugged at the bottom of his shirt. He quickly pulled it over his head and threw it to the side. “C’mere, rockstar, can’t wait,” you said, pulling Calum on top of you. Hearing you call him “rockstar” turned Calum on more than he would ever admit.

His hands slipped under your shirt and traced your sides, caressing your skin. “Help me take it off,” you said, putting your hands up and allowing Calum to pull your shirt up over your head.

“So gorgeous,” he mumbled as he quickly got rid of both of your pants. He grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his waist. You cupped his face and kissed him hard.

Having Calum’s hands on you made you feel like your skin was on fire in the best way. A moan slipped out of you as Calum rocked his hips against yours. “Please, Cal,” you begged.

“Please what, sweetheart?” He asked, placing kisses along your jaw. You groaned, twisting his hair around your fingers.

“Please, fuck me,” you told him.

He pulled down your panties and carelessly threw them to the side. “You know that when Ashton showed us a picture of his roommate, I think I fell in love with you right then, most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen.” He told you, placing a kiss to your forehead.

“You look so hot on top of me, like this.” You said, as he slipped out of his boxers.

He grabbed your hips with his large hands to steady himself. “You ready?” He asked, meeting your gaze. You nodded your head quickly.

He slowly pushed his length into you. You clawed at his back as you adjusted to his size. He stayed still, buried inside you, for a while. He peppered soft kisses on your shoulder as he waited for you.

“Keep going, I’m okay,” you assured him. With one final kiss on your lips, he pulled himself out and started thrusting into you.

Calum’s eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as his hips hit against yours. You let your eyes roll back as you grabbed at the couch, desperate to find something to hold on to.

“Here,” Calum said, grabbing both your hands and pinning them above your head. You let out a whimper as you felt the strong grip of his hand on your wrists.

“Let me do all the work, just focus on feeling good,” he instructed you. He placed sloppy, wet kisses down your chest, using his free hand to caress your breast.

“So good, Cal. Just like I imagined,” you mumbled, your eyes still shut. You noticed a break in Calum’s rhythm. You opened your eyes and noticed he was just looking at you as he continued to push his hips into yours.

“You were imagining this, baby?” He asked you, curiously. You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, both from the pet name he’d just used and what you had just admitted.

“Don’t be embarrassed, what were you thinking about?” He asked, turned on by the possibility of your fantasies. You hid your face in the crook of his neck. He peppered kisses all around your face, hoping to get you to open up.

It was ironic. His cock was deep inside you, but you could barely bring yourself to meet his gaze.

“I saw pictures you posted from tour, and I thought about what it’d be like to go on tour with you. We’d travel around together, and I’d know all the fans you met were imagining you the way that only I would get to see you. And I thought about what it’d be like to ride you.” You confessed.

A groan fell from Calum’s lips after hearing the words leave your mouth. “That’s really hot, gorgeous.” He told you, moving his grip to your hips.

He reached deeper inside of you and hit your g-spot. “Oh, fuck, Calum,” you moaned.

“Y’know, we could make those fantasies happen if you want. We could at least do that last one tonight.” He told you, making your cheeks heat up even more.

“C’mere, honey,” he said, holding onto you and sitting up so you were straddling him.

He kissed you to make you more comfortable. “I’ll help you,” he mumbled against your lips. He grabbed your hips and lifted you up. You started rolling your hips against his.

“Oh, fuck, baby. You look so good on top of me.” He moaned, throwing his head back. He pushed his hips forward, meeting yours halfway.

Your thrusts started to become more rushed as you got closer to your high. “I’m almost there, Cal,” you mumbled, grabbing his shoulders to steady yourself.

“Me too, baby,” he told you. You both quickened your pace. You arched your back as you started to feel it approaching. You both were breathing heavily.

You were mesmerized watching how quickly Calum’s chest was rising and falling.

“Oh, fuck, Calum,” you called out, as your orgasm hit you. He wasn’t far behind you. “Oh, shit,” he mumbled, his thrusts beginning to falter.

He slowed down his pace, slowly thrusting up into you to help you both come down from your highs.

You collapsed against his chest, resting your head on his shoulder. “That was amazing,” you mumbled against his skin. He chuckled at your exhaustion. “You did amazing, baby,” he said, kissing the side of your neck.

He ran his fingers up and down your back as you caught your breath.

Once you finally got up, you both got dressed again and headed to Ashton’s dressing room, where Calum was told the guys were hanging out.

“Look who finally decided to join us,” Michael said, smirking at Calum as you both entered the room. All three guys were in the room, along with their significant others. Luke handed both you and Calum a drink.

“You both finally sort out that sexual tension?” Ashton asked, causing you to choke on your drink. Your eyes darted to Calum for help.

He leaned in to whisper in your ear, “I may have left you a little present on accident,” referencing the hickey on your neck.

“Calum,” you whined, dragging out his name and trying to cover your neck with your hand. This earned a chuckle from the group.

“C’mere,” he said, pulling you into his chest and wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

“I’m going to have so much fun teasing the two of you,” Ashton said, chuckling to himself.

“Don’t worry, we won’t all be teasing you. Not yet, at least” Luke promised you both. You let out a small giggle. “That felt a lot less comforting than I think it was intended to be.” You replied, earning a laugh from Calum.

He slipped his hand in the back pocket of your pants, keeping you next to him.

“So, Ashton mentioned that you guys were planning to set us up anyway. How was that going to go down?” You asked, curiously.

“Well the girls had to talk down Ashton because he was ready to steal Calum’s phone and send you some raunchy messages, and Calum would have killed him. Michael and I suggested a blind date, but Ashton wasn’t going to settle for that. He suggested that we lock you both in a room together and just wait it out.” Luke explained to you.

“Your great matchmaking plan was to hold us hostage?” Calum asked Ashton, exasperated.

“Oh, come on. Don’t tell me it wouldn’t work, neither of you can keep your hands off each other.” Ashton argued.

“That’s true.” Calum said, smiling down at you.

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"You Are In Love"

calum hood x fem!reader

summary: the journey of how you and Calum found out you are in love.

warnings: use of cigarettes and mentions of alcohol, a little bit of bad language (if i let something out let me know!)

word count: 4.7k (damn)

note: well this one is completely based on the song from You Are In Love by Taylor Swift. i know it took a while but here it is, it's the longest i've ever written. i don't know if someone's gonna read this since it's so long but since you guys seemed to like the first one i wrote i decided to post this one. i never wrote something like this, so i hope you like it!! (English is not my first language so there may be some grammatical errors, sorry!)

One look, dark room. Meant just for you. Time moved too fast. You play it back. Light-hearted joke. No proof, not much. But you saw enough.

It was one of the many parties that took place at Ashton's house, people gathering for some reason to celebrate. The man honestly loved being the host, always making sure all of his guests were having a good time. The house was in a homely atmosphere (something Ashton always made sure was there), there was a little alcohol involved but nothing too crazy, the music was just the right volume and it was something everyone could dance to. There was good food and probably some fun board game that would make everyone a little more drunk.

It had all started about an hour ago when Calum decided to show up. It was cold, a November night where despite the weeks in advance, you could already feel the Christmas spirit.

Calum would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. He was going to see you after the last date you two had. Before knocking on the door of the house, he briefly remembered the last outing that you shared, it was incredible.

After so long Calum had finally dared to confess his feelings for you, one of his best friends in the whole world. And you, who was completely surrendered at the boy's feet, said that you felt the same. You two met five years ago and connected instantly, not knowing how or why but it happened and both of you were so happy, you felt that the time you had with each other was never enough to stop being surprised. Being friends first had given the two of them a kind of comfort like no other.

And that's how it was, in the last few weeks you shared several dates and everything was going great, you already knew each other but with all this that was happening, you learned even more things. Everything was getting more serious and Calum was scared, but he liked it.

Once inside the house, Calum took off his coat and scanned the room looking to meet your eyes, and the moment that happened, he gave you a look that was meant only for you. A look that Calum only saved for when he looked at you. A look that made you blush in the best way.

However, Calum quickly found himself being greeted by his friends. You sighed but didn't complain, you repeated in your mind the moment in which your eyes connected and you couldn't help but feel how your breathing stopped slightly because of those eyes that you had learned to love so much in this last few years.

It all ended up being just a quick glance. The night continued and after a while, you ran into Calum (well, he ran into you). He was wearing a black shirt that accentuated his figure perfectly, you would have loved to take him in your arms at that very moment. He knew that, he had worn this shirt because he knew you would like it.

You met about an hour after Calum had arrived, he was having a good time with his friends but at some point he felt that they were holding him back too much from being able to have a chat with you. 'Who am I kidding?' That was the first thing he thought when he saw you again, Calum had been wanting to talk to you all night. You were turning your back on him while looking at the big city from the balcony of the apartment. You had on a beautiful black silk dress, it left your back bare, something that drove Calum crazy.

"Missing me already?" Calum joked after he finally found you alone "I bet you're getting bored without me." He assured in a teasing tone. He approached you and analyzed you, you were wearing a gold necklace and your nails were painted red, you held a glass with some alcohol. His hand gently brushed your arm and you could feel an electrifying touch that woke up every fiber inside you. You love how he makes you feel.

You rolled your eyes playfully at his very confident statement. "I was getting along pretty well without you, actually." You smiled and looked sincerely into his eyes this time. "I missed you." You could see how his eyes were filled with intrigue at what you had said, waiting for a reconfirmation. "I really did."

Calum smiled sweetly and couldn't help but look away from your beautiful eyes for a second to calm down. He really didn't want to blush right now. "Well, I'm glad. I've been thinking about you all night."

It might seem like a simple thing but it really makes you happy to hear that he thought of you the same way you thought of him. You liked knowing you were on his mind.

Small talk, he drives. Coffee at midnight. The light reflects. The chain on your neck. He says, "Look up". And your shoulders brush. No proof, one touch. But you felt enough.

Of course your night didn't end there. Calum proposed that you spend the night at his house and you immediately said yes. The truth is that the time you had spent at the party had not been enough for you two.

You felt a kind of excitement as Calum drove home. You guys weren't talking much in the car, the background music set the mood perfectly and you didn't need anything to talk about either. Small talk was enough to keep you entertained along the way.

Once at Calum's house, you guys set about relaxing. Still formally dressed, you were sitting in the chair that Calum had located on the terrace of his apartment. A perfect place to look at the stars.

Two cups of coffee at midnight, one for you and one for Calum. Drinking coffee gives you the little hope that you could stay up longer just to spend more time together, because it wasn't enough, it was never enough. You two loved to talk, you always had something to talk about and it never got boring. Maybe at some point you didn't have a topic of conversation, but you guys invented something so you could have an excuse to be together. Because it wasn't enough. Calum didn't know how to explain this insatiable feeling of wanting to always be chatting with you, something that really surprised him since he was normally a person who enjoyed silence.

You smiled sweetly at something Calum had said and looked away from him so you could look at your phone for a few seconds to see the time. It was half past twelve at night, already entering the early morning. You smiled to yourself at the feeling of being calm with the boy you liked.

You were wearing a gold chain with a 'C' charm on it, a cheesy and stupid gift Calum had given you for your birthday a couple of years ago. He could appreciate how it shone in the moonlight.

Speaking of the moon, Calum realized that it was at its highest point. He looked at you and spoke to you softly, since you were still looking at your cell phone. He said "Look up" and you immediately looked up from your device. You settled into the chair with the cup of coffee in your hand and you felt how his shoulder lightly brushed against yours.

And that was it. That was enough to know what you felt.

You can hear it in the silence, silence, you.

Calum was fully focused on the moon, leaving you a perfect view of his profile. The place was silent and you could still clearly hear the feeling that you now knew you had. You were afraid of being stunned by this, but actually, the opposite happened, it was all you wanted to hear.

It was so clear, so loud and so strong. You felt a pressure in your chest, that pressure was just letting you know that what you were feeling was actually true. Your insides were full of heartwarming thoughts in just a second, but you loved every single second of it.

The fact that the place was completely silent and that Calum had no idea what you were thinking about added a bit of fun to all this, if only he knew.

You were completely immersed in this new sensation, which was leaving you completely cut off from all the other things that might be going on around you.

You can feel it on the way home, way home, you

You returned home only the next day in the afternoon, the sky was beginning to darken. After a little argument about Calum wanting to take you home and you saying it wasn't necessary, you were finally making your way home on your own. You wanted to get some air and think about what had been revealed to you last night.

As you walked home you could feel the refreshing air in your hair and in your arms. You clung a little more to Calum's sweatshirt.

And that pressure in your chest came back. You've never liked a sensation so much. You couldn't help but smile in love as you looked at the scenery around you. The night was beginning for some.

You loved him. You loved Calum. You love him.

You just couldn't believe it. The idea of falling in love for you was something that was long gone and not something you expected to find again. You especially didn't expect to fall in love with Calum.

But at the same time you were not surprised. Loving Calum was so easy, he was just perfect. You couldn't not love him. He made it look so easy. And you loved loving him, it was something that just filled you up inside and you were so happy that the person you love is Calum.

You continued walking down what would soon be a dark street. Focusing on the sound of your shoes or how the things you found on the way home reminded you of him. Everything reminded you of him.

You can see it with the lights out, lights out. You are in love, true love. You are in love.

Once you got home you closed the front door and leaned your back against it. You sighed while smiling. The whole room was dark, the lights still not on.

In one of the furniture where you had photos with your friends you came to distinguish your favorite photo of the whole house. It was a photo of you and Calum hugging in front of the stage where he and the boys were going to give their show later. There were hours left for the concert and you took advantage of the moment to take pictures. You smiled to yourself remembering.

God, you are in love.

Morning, his place. Burnt toast, Sunday. You keep his shirt. He keeps his word.

It was a Sunday morning at Calum's house. The night before for the two of you had been magical. The two of you hadn't felt this connection with someone in a long time and you knew it.

You were lying on the bed, giving each other lazy kisses on the lips, on the neck, on the cheeks, on the arms, everywhere. Calum wanted to kiss every inch of you.

Calum sighed and moved slightly away from you. "I'm gonna make us breakfast, okay?" He said to then give you one last kiss on the cheek while inhaling your sweet perfume.

"Okay" You replied with a goofy smile as you watched him go to the kitchen.

A little later you stretched one last time and got out of bed too, looking for something to wear. You looked at one of the shirts Calum wears to train, you decided on a navy blue one.

As you walked to the kitchen you remembered what Calum had told you before you guys fell asleep. "I'll be here in the morning." And he kept his word, he was there. You looked at him before entering the kitchen, he was making coffee and toast for the two of you.

"The coffee smells good." You said as you walk into the kitchen. Brushing his arm with your hand when you passed by.

"I hope it tastes just as good as it smells." He answered with a smile without turning to look at you yet, taking another slice of bread to toast.

You chuckled softly, remembering the times Calum had been disappointed in how his own coffee turned out.

At the sound of your laughter Calum turned and looked at you. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of you in his shirt, admiring how well it looked on you. He would be lying if he said he doesn't want that to be his sight every morning. He loved having you in all his everyday things.

"That color suits you." He said admiring you while he wrapped his arms around your waist and left you a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you." You answered while looking away so that your blush is not so obvious.

Calum chuckled very softly, keeping the smile on his face. He tucked one of the hairs that was on your face behind your ear and that made you turn your head to look at him.

Calum couldn't help but get completely lost in your eyes, it was something that completely mesmerized him and he knew it, he always knew it. From the moment he met you, your eyes were what he liked the most about you.

You were also completely lost by him, admiring the details of his face, seeing how there was a slight beard on his jaw, something that you knew he was going to shave later. You analyzed the small freckles around his nose, they had appeared after spending a day in the sun at the beach with his friends.

Then you raised your eyes to his and they stayed that way, looking at each other. Calum absolutely watching every move you made, admiring everything.

You don't know how long you stayed like that until you could smell the burnt smell of toast and Calum's scared face, who broke away from you in a second and immediately went to see the toaster.

A moment later he turned around and looked at you with a pout. "They burned."

Let out a laugh and you approached to give him a kiss on his pout. "We can make pancakes." You proposed with a sweet smile.

Calum smiled, completely melting at your smile. "We can, but none of those cute little eyes of yours when I'm cooking. I don't want burnt pancakes."

And for once, you let go. Of your fears and your ghosts. One step, not much. But it said enough.

Today was the day. 5 Seconds of Summer would release a new song. One that Calum personally wrote. And to say that the boy was nervous was an understatement.

He was feeling very scared for some reason. He didn't understand why. This song was beautiful and he was very proud of it, it was also an extremely vulnerable song that had taken him months to write, he was afraid of looking too fragile in the public eye and that people might not like it.

To be honest, it's a song he wrote for you, although he doesn't know if you were aware of this. The song talked about what it was like to let someone into your heart again and how scared he was to suffer again and to let go of all those ghosts from the past that haunt him.

God, he was nervous.

The boys had proposed to meet up for the launch, but Calum declined, declaring that this time he'd rather stay at his house with you by his side.

You two were sitting on the terrace of Calum's house. He was smoking a cigarette for the nerves and you were having some vanilla tea (it was your favorite and Calum had bought it especially for you). His leg was bobbing up and down as a sign of his current anxiety. You put your hand on his thigh wanting him to stop and you looked at him with a little tenderness.

"Cal, what's going on? You've been very nervous for the last few hours." My God, Calum hated how well you could read him.

He never talks about this, with anyone. Talking about his feelings is something he struggles with a lot, always in the end transforming what happens to him into songs. But Calum knew that talking about this with you was the right thing to do, knowing that if he wants to be with you then he has to start trusting you with these kinds of things.

"It's just... It's been a while since I wrote something like that, y'know... I know I always write about past experiences but this song is about the two of us and I don't know..." Calum sighed trying to collect his thoughts. "I guess I'm afraid of looking weak in front of everyone, I guess, I don't know..." It made him angry that he couldn't tell you exactly what he was thinking, he didn't know what he was feeling at that moment.

"Calum, the song you wrote is great, it's vulnerable, yes, but that makes it even more meaningful. I think that's going to make people like it more, you know?" You caressed his leg in search of being able to give him comfort.

"I know, I know..." Calum prepared himself for what he was going to say, it seemed to him something very stupid and meaningless but he knew it was necessary. He took another drag on his cigarette and turned so he could look you in the eye. "I think it scares me that once you know how I really feel you're going to run from me." He explained with a slightly shaky voice.

You couldn't help feeling how your heart softened for him. You brought your hand to his cheek and he leaned into it. You felt him visibly relax at your touch. "That's not gonna happen and you know it, right?"

He nodded as he studied your face with those sweet brown eyes of his. Calum didn't tell you but he really felt a weight less on his shoulders. He could feel how he was getting closer and closer to a certain feeling that he had been avoiding for a long time.

"I don't want to write a heartbroken song about you."

You kiss on sidewalks. You fight and you talk.

Calum loved walking with you down the street. Unlike his past relationships, this time he was not afraid to go out with you and show how much he liked you, he is not ashamed and wants to show the world who he's with.

But at the same time he wants to protect you, he doesn't like how public his life can be sometimes. He liked the feeling of his hands rubbing against yours when you are walking down a street with a lot of people, he liked having something just for him and that no one else can take it away from him.

His favorite part is when you're finally on some empty sidewalk and he can finally kiss you freely, he's dying to kiss you anywhere, but he knows that if he wants everything to remain as private as it is now, then he has to take certain precautions.

However, this has brought several discussions in the relationship.

"Why are you so angry?" Calum asked once he closed the door to his apartment, you glared at him a few feet from him.

"It annoys me that every time we walk into a room with the least amount of people, you immediately let go of my hand as if I were some kind of plague!" You knew why Calum was doing it but at the same time you couldn't help but get frustrated. Sometimes you wish Calum wasn't a public figure.

"I don't treat you like you're a plague! I just want to keep things between us!" Calum was frowning and breathing heavily.

"I understand that you want to have your private life but sometimes I feel that you exceed yourself! You don't want anyone to see us at all and it's tiring me!" You felt like a fool wanting to cry about this, but you couldn't help but make your eyes go glassy with anguish.

Calum sighed before answering, thinking about what he was going to tell you. The other day you guys had a fight over the exact same issue before going into a party. "If you know why I do it then why are you angry?!" He yelled at you, feeling how anger began to enter his body.

"Because sometimes it seems like you're ashamed of me!" You angrily yelled at him all your frustrations, trying to make him understand.

"You know that's not how I feel." He stated with a rather serious tone, you've never heard him talk like that.

"I would know how you feel if you would just tell me!" You are not going to deny that you felt a weight less after saying that. Calum always had trouble expressing his feelings but with such crucial things it was important that he tell you.

He clenched his jaw. "Are you always going to reproach me for the same thing? You know it's something I'm working on! It's not easy and yet you keep insisting!" Calum ran his hands through his hair in frustration.

"Of course I'm going to keep insisting if I don't see any change! It's always the same, I have to pressure you to tell me what's wrong with you and I don't want it to be like that anymore." You ran your hand under your eyeliner to wipe away a stubborn tear that had escaped. "I feel that you don't trust me to tell me your things and I don't know what I have to do anymore..." Now your face was covered by tears in a matter of seconds.

Calum completely collapsed seeing you cry. He quickly approached you and took your head in his hands to kiss your hair and then snuggle you against his chest. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, you're right, sorry." He gave you small kisses on the temple in search of giving you comfort. "I'm sorry, you're right."

One night he wakes. Strange look on his face. Pauses, then says. 'You're my best friend'. And you knew what it was. He is in love.

It was another one of the nights where Calum stayed the night at your house. You two were asleep in your bed, snuggled up to each other, him being that natural warmer that he is.

Calum was lying on your chest, you were cuddling lying on your bed. About an hour ago he had fallen asleep after a tiring day in the studio with the boys. You, on the other hand, weren't sleepy, so you stayed on your phone, fooling around on social media.

Suddenly, you felt how he moved over you and how he began to wake up.

Calum moved off of you to lie next to you, he had a weird look on his face, you were trying to figure out what he was thinking.

Then he looked at you. "You're my best friend."

And you knew, you knew what was happening to him. He was in love. In love with you.

"You're my best friend too, Cal." You smiled sweetly at him and he could feel how he melted, your smiles always killed him in the best way. You put your hand on his jaw and brought him in for a sweet, passionate kiss, making sure it was one that would take his breath away.

"You're going to kill me one day." Calum hid his smile against your arm and blushed. You laughed and stroked his curls tenderly.

You can hear it in the silence, silence, you. You can feel it on the way home, way home, you. You can see it with the lights out, lights out. You are in love, true love.

It was days later where Calum was returning from the studio to his house, he was driving and found himself stuck in traffic. Too distracted thinking about you to be bothered by the number of cars.

You guys hadn't seen each other all week due to your respective jobs and he couldn't miss you more. It was night and not having the lights on inside the car made everything dark, his mind was too busy to put on music, so he enjoyed the silence there was.

Not getting you out of his head, he started humming your favorite song. Giving little taps on the steering wheel to the beat of the music.

And that's when it hit him.

"Oh, shit." Calum stopped everything he was doing to focus on what he was thinking.

He couldn't help but think a 'really?'. Hell, he hadn't felt this in a long time.

Unconsciously his heart began to race. His head was going a thousand an hour and the only thing that appeared in his mind was your name.

He couldn't believe what he was feeling. A kind of pressure settled in his chest and he loved it. Calum couldn't help but smile as he ran his hands over his face and tried to hide the smile he had, even though no one was there to see it.

"I love her. I fucking love her." Calum declared as he looked out the window, the car in silence after his confession. He felt himself blushing even though no one had told him anything and how he had an incredible desire to see you.

And for the first time in his entire life, after so many broken hearts and failed relationships, Calum wasn't afraid to love. He didn't feel that irreparable fear that something was going to go wrong, he felt love, true love.

He used to be scared, so, so scared. Fear that leaving another relationship will leave him completely destroyed and without any hope of ever being loved again. Calum always had that feeling that perhaps he was destined to be alone, believing that this had been proven after so many situations in his past.

But everything changed when you arrived. From the first moment your eyes met, he knew that you had come to change his life. You became the light of his life in just a second and that scared him at first. But he didn't care, he thought if he had to have his heart broken for you then so be it. However, now he knew that it would not be like that, you were not going to leave and he knew that you were going to take care of his heart perfectly like no one had ever done before.

Calum was sure you were meant to be together.

Because he was in love.

And he wanted to believe in love for once.

#calum hood x reader #calum hood x y/n #calum x reader #calum blurb #calum imagine #calum 5 seconds of summer #calum hood #5sos x reader #5sos blurb #5sos fic #calum hood fluff #calum hood one shot #Spotify

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I think in D&D terms the typical assumption would be that a character with a chronic illness and/or chronic pain would have a low constitution score. The reality is a lot of people like myself would probably have constitution as our biggest stat because not only are we constantly staying up while fighting our bodies, we’re generally expected to ignore our own physical needs and wellbeing in exchange for being able to get things done. For example, I have been fully in the middle of a POTS episode and had to cook myself dinner, carry multiple loads of laundry up and down the stairs, etc. Like there’s such a real thing to Ashton Greymoore having chronic pain and yet their highest stat being Constitution.

I think something people are really good at acknowledging for Ashton as well as being apparent with Taliesin is that chronic illness generally means you’re stronger than people would assume, but you also blow through your resources faster and they can be just as counterproductive as they are helpful. It’s important to note that Taliesin struggles with chronic issues like hand tremors and has other chronically disabled friends like Dani Carr.

Like personally as an AMAB person with a condition that primarily hits AFAB people particularly hard, I’ve had cardiologists tell me “If anything your heart is overly muscular.” Which like, thanks dude yeah that’s decades of anxiety and years of POTS hitting and me having to stay standing up. Like I was in marching band in high school and I was the kid basically double-time marching in giant steps every show because I was the easiest to place since I’m so tall. Then when I worked fast food I had to either maneuver through hoardes of people to get back to my station or just push through them completely. In 90+ degree weather in the summer in Alabama with an anxiety disorder and a “heart condition” that’s actually just another neurological condition. Like I spent years doing manual labor and unloading trucks and pallets while exhausted on like 3 hours of sleep. You have to develop that kind of resilience when the capitalist system reinforces a world where no matter what if you want to survive as a person straddling the poverty line you have to work your ass off.

This doesn’t even get into the kind of resiliency you have to develop as an undiagnosed neurodivergent person who’s being told by absolutely everyone for most of your life that you’re doing everything wrong. Like Adaine from Dimension 20 is such a good example of that. This is also why I love the portrayal of Ayda Aguefort so much, because she really is like me having to learn everything from books because no one else in her life can explain things the same way that a book can. That is one of those things that as a late diagnosed autistic & ADHDer it’s really hard to explain personally without getting really like tragic or depressing in conversation because it sometimes is just a matter of “I’ve effectively been abused my entire life purely because the system wasn’t built for me and I had a lot of expectations I failed to live up to.”

All of this as a way to say that neurodiversity and disability are much more interesting and heroic feeling when they are portrayed by actually neurodiverse and disabled people, as well as those who love those people enough to tell stories that include them. I think TRRPGs and RPGs in general are a great way to explore this. Often times when we see disabled people in shows or movies that revolve around their disability there is a lack of agency, whereas often times with TTRPGs you have to create your own agency in the first place.

#critical role #dimension 20 #d&d #d&d 5e #brennan lee mulligan #dropout #ashton greymoore #adaine abernant #ayda aguefort #siobhan thompson #taliesin jaffe

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oh satan devour us all (hear our desperate call)

cowbell/zephyr (ghost band)

explicit | nb/nb | 6.3k words | it/its cowbell, they/them zephyr, free use, predator/prey, subtob zephyr, riding, semi-public sex, shifting genitals, objectification, earth/quintessence multi ghoul cowbell

—this fic is a (very late) birthday gift for my absolutely beloved friend @spoiledleaff for a little birthday fic exchange we organised for each other <3 i asked him what he wanted and they asked for cowbell being a menace (/aff) to zephyr, so that's what this is !! it's actually supposed to piggyback off of the practice scene in his very own terzomega fic, so go and read that as well if you're able to !! happy birthday, ashton !! i can't believe i've known you for an entire year already <3

snippet and ao3 link under the cut !

gif credit: @/kazoo-lord

The only fault in this system is that Cowbell seems to have taken a liking to playmates with… unique vessels. In the case of the air ghoul sitting opposite it on the other side of the library, this refers to the way their vessel’s functionality varies from day to day. Some days, the air ghoul is able to walk with ease, perform their daily tasks, wield the keys of the chapel organ to create haunting melodies that echo out through the grounds of the Ministry. But on other days, they can’t walk without one of their canes, let alone make their daily lemongrass and ginger tea without aid from a willing hand. On their especially bad days, they might not even be able to roll over in bed without having to hold back a pained wail. All this is to say that although Cowbell may take joy from pushing its partners to the edge of their comfort zone—especially Zephyr—it would never wish any extra pain upon them. Well, perhaps it would be more accurate to say that the earth ghoul wouldn’t wish extra pain upon them unless it is the one inflicting it. Therefore, a system had to be developed, which Zephyr seemed to take in their stride. They’d designed an entire colour-based system which corresponds with their pain levels, and many of the earth ghoul’s similarly-vesseled partners have also chosen to adopt it for themselves over time. Cowbell is the first to admit Zephyr’s idea is genius; especially given the air ghoul’s tendencies to ‘forget’ their cane on their days of bad pain, making it nearly impossible for Cowbell to garner whether its mate is genuinely in excruciating pain due to the state of their vessel, or if they are simply playing into Cowbell’s twisted fantasies. Their lighter bells—pale pinks, blues and yellows—are ones they wear in order to signify to Cowbell that although Zephyr is still very interested in being taken and used until they’re seeing stars, Cowbell needs to treat them gently—to degrade them with its words rather than its actions—lest it make anything more painful for them than it already is. Zephyr’s dark coloured bells on the other hand—deep reds, blues, greens and blacks—are used to signify a good pain day; their way of wordlessly telling Cowbell that the two of them are free to do anything it sets its mind to, regardless of the position or any other factor that might put strain on weary joints—provided it’s not on Zephyr’s list of hard limits, of course; although there have been a few occasions when the air ghoul has begged for–

But that’s not important right now.

Right now, Cowbell is sure Zephyr’s bell is dark today, but they’re in the middle of checking a book out for a Sibling and it can’t get a proper glimpse of the specific colour the air ghoul is donning today. Its lack of clear view infuriating, but the anticipation has the earth ghoul all fired up and it’s sure that when the time comes, it will be able to wreck Zephyr twice as hard as it normally would—provided that their softly jingling indicator is, in fact, one of dark colour.

“Oh, I love your bell!” The Sibling says—Cowbell’s almost certain that she is the Sister it was chasing through the Abbey’s halls just last week, a pretty, deep pink bell attached to the ribbon wrapped around her wrist—as she reaches a finger out to tap Zephyr’s bell lightly, giggling at the soft jingle it elicits. Cowbell growls and feels its eyes glint with malice at someone touching its Zephyr.

Zephyr affixes the Sister with a look—they know all about her adventures with Cowbell, the earth ghoul itself had told them just last week—but smiles, flattered. If Cowbell’s vision is not failing it from so far away, the air ghoul looks offended that the Sister would even consider touching its bell—Zephyr is well aware that although the bell may live in their dorm, it’s not theirs, it’s Cowbell’s. They incline their head in her direction, always the epitome of politeness despite their obvious frustration. “Many thanks, Sister.” She takes the book back from them and finally moves out of the way, providing Cowbell with a direct line of sight to Zephyr’s neck, an obsidian black bell dangling from their carefully crafted collar. Their way of silently telling Cowbell that it’s a good pain day. That they’re wanting for more than the light green bell Cowbell had slipped into their pocket at practice in anticipation of a bad pain day. That no holds need to be barred. That the earth ghoul has permission to destroy Zephyr if it sees fit, and, fuck, is it going to wreck them until they’re seeing double. That’s what it promised to do during today’s practice after all…

[read the rest on ao3 !!]

#cowbell ghoul #zephyr ghoul #chAir ghoul #<- i don't know if that tag is still active but just in case :))#nonbinary zephyr #nonbinary cowbell #cowbell/zephyr #zephyr/cowbell #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #husband writes #spicy tag #cw free use

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I needed to come somewhere to rant.... so here it is. Critical role Campaign 3 Episode 77 spoilers ahead so please don't read if your not wanting spoilers.

First of all want to say the episode was brilliant, in terms of the story and the hopefully future animation for sure. However I have so many issues.... I have seen alot of people and shippers getting g happy about the fact thatAshton kissed Fearne... and saying things like he is being the barbarian and is wanting to be the one to take the pain and damage... so on and so forth and I couldn't disagree with this more.

First of all, from a players perspective... i know there is trust and love between the crit cast and they are all about support and aftercare... but thus choice by ashton as a player with other players made me feel quite uncomfortable. It was such a horrible place to put Ashley in and it was easy enough to see how angry and how rediculous most of the cast thought the choice was. Not only that but Matt himself making comments about how he gave them clear warnings. It would jave been less painful for others if he had let Fearne take the shard (or gave her some support or time to think about it for herself) that put her and the others through what he did. He knew how risky it was and he was very prerered to die, so anyone saying he was doing it for his friends? Like what... how? Because the pain of losing someone and having to carry that with you, when you also played a part in it MAJORLY out weights phitjcal pain. Then chockyness with the end result when it was all fluke and luck. If it wasn't for fearnes spell and randomly swaping the ring with chet... yes these are all great story points but I do think he crossed the line alittle.

Now the missed opportunity for the story. Mat wad clearly setting up the emperor and empress, giving them clear signs and opportunities to gain power for two of the bells hells. Now what? Will ashton be completely OP, and how is that fair to the other characters. Mat is now going to have to find away to limit him and again yes, the game is about the players, not everything goes to plan and things can change in an instant but again I do think there are lines. If he had died, there is a big change Ashley would have blamed herself for saying she didn't want the shard (however i also think she was influenced by Tals persistent pushing and comments for him to have it). I was really looking forward to seeing what it would be like to have two of them tighed to eachother by ancient power and what that would mean for them. Not to mention how stressed and upset she was at the table, I get that shit can happen in game but when another player is doing it to you without any type of warning for over 40 mins of play... it seemed abit messed up.

Moving into the shipping aspect of things. I'm a lover of romance in d&d and I had a forst class ticket aboard the Imogen/Laudna and the Fearne/Ashton boat. I was looking forward to being able to see Fearnes vulnerable side. She is usually so ladeda about flirting, intimacy and so on but this... this was kind of gross and it almost felt like she was being used and manipulated. While this could have been tal not recognising fearne was going down that path for ashton and him rushing to implement things last moment or whatever was going on... it just felt wrong.

Out of nowhere he's calling her hot after she's referencing him saying he wants a sister... and the horrible thing is you can tell she has feelings for him because ots almost like she is to wrapped up in the slight attention that she doesn't even see how he's acting. Saying she's hot while lased in the request to lie to all of their friends, aid him in doing something stupid, very much from the begning never planning on fearne having the shard... saying how he trusts her more?... It felt like love bombing to confuse her and get her to do what he wanted. Her returning his hot comment and running away... there was no recognition to how she doesn't normally act like that... what did it mean and so on, he just sat back and made a cocky comment

Then the whole thing, grabbing her and kissing her right before it happened. He actually made a comment saying to just do it because it will never happen again and it's the only one she gets. Like imagin if you actually loved or was falling fir someone... it felt like she was nothing but a tool and none of the others would do it for him because it was fucking STUPID but fearne also wouldn't have done it to any oof the others... so what's the difference? Well maybe ots the fact she has feelings for him. The people saying he wanted to do it to take the pain over his friends... I just don't get it. His actions were nothing but selfish. Doing something so crazy and actually telling people to heal him. Saying he needed this like having one shard wasn't enough. Putting fearne in that position, someone he clearly knows cares for him more than a friend and she had to stand there and watch him fucking shatter into pieces and come back... nearly dying over and over and worst of all at the aid of her own hands. Now I don't see how they could have any chance of a romance because he kicked it in the ass before it even began... or he doesn't even see her that way and did completely use her... because if it was the only kiss she was getting... then why do it unlessbyour trying to love bomb her?...

It was all abit twisted and fucked uo to me and I really don't know how to actually feel about the whole thing... definitely the most controversial point of bells hells to me. Oh man what I would give to be a fly in the wall after that. The following pics sums up my emotional roller coaster through that ep....

#critical role #critters #bells hells #campain 3 #ashley johnson #taliesin jaffe #fearne calloway #ashton greymoore #callomoore #cr3e77 #what the fuck is up with that #critical role spoilers

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twst teachers as your dad!(+Crowley)

The news were devastating, after all the efforts to bring you home, it finally became official : you could never return to your world, and your new home consisted on a magical institution and the friends you made along the way <\3

As sad as these news were for you, some teachers who had grown fond of you have waited for this moment, in hopes of adopting you (and keeping you safe from Crowley too, ofc)

1.Dire Crowley-

Had to fist fight Crewel for this to happen.

Has been planning on adopting you since week 1 (thus the lack of interest on bringing you back)

Bought custome matching pajamas with "the handsome man beside me is my dad" and "the kid beside me is the luckiest dad-haver ever" written on them.

No kidding, this was his way of celebrating your # 1st adoption anniversary.

A weird guy.

Invites you to very fancy family (of two) dinners, brings Pepsi with him and drinks it in front of everyone.

Also loves ordering whatever is currently the most expensive item of food at burguer King.

God forbid any male student looking your way ( very unfortunate because there's no actual female students)

If you are queer you would live in fear of telling him, but not because you think he's homophobic, but because you wouldn't be able to talk to anyone.

Not if you're a lesbian tho. that would be a blessing in his eyes. (he wouldn't let you out of school)

Encourages you to be your gothest self every day.

Tries to bribe the teachers to score you perfect grades.

Never works.

Tries to guiltrip you by saying that you would prefer Crewel as a father rather than him.

When you say "actually, yeah" he bursts in tears, like, ugly sobbing.

This is a common occurrence, every 4-6 days or so.

That's why you end up telling him that.

Not the best father but in this world full of magic and dangers you won't have the need to worry even once.

2.Divus Crewel-

Had to beat Crowley up for this multiple times.

Because before signing all the paperwork he kept on insisting you to reconsider.

And boy was he persistent.

Unlike Crowley, Crewel was actually concerned for you.

"Okay so this kid has lost any chance of seeing their og. family again if they have one, and their friends. maybe they had a pet???"

Whether you are of age or happen to be the independent type, he still takes those feelings into account.

That said

Prepare to become a fashion model.

Your new dad loves dressing up.

He asks you what kind of fashion do you incline towards and buys you lots of outfits.

If you never were the fashionista type or you just don't care about your appearance, he'll just have you dress like him.

And as a teacher.

Does he give you a special treatment? yep.

Does this mean extra work every day? also yes.

He's more forgiving with your other classes as long as you pass

But- if you are his kid- you HAVE TO be top student in science and potionology.

So whenever you don't get a perfect score he will flood you with extra work until you get everything right.

Also will always get you the best partners for his class.

He doesn't care who you date, but if they hurt you ... there will be consecuences.

Overall a pretty solid dad. A little strict and materialistic at times but i mean, at least he's not Crowley.

3.Mozus Trein

This man is not a dad. he's a certified Father.

Probably a grandpa already (?)

Maybe not in canon but, this man has basically three kids (yes I'm counting the cat)

His two actual kids however are around the age of Crewel if not just a few years younger.

He's been straight up suffering of empty nest syndrome for a long time.

He won't admit it tho.

This is why he initially takes interest on being your legal tutor.

(he thinks Crewel would be too superficial and could turn you like him.

he also doesn't want you to live like you're in the military, if Ashton adopted you,

and c'mon he's gotta keep you safe from Crowley.)

So, in his eyes, he's literally the only right option available.

Once he speaks his mind not even Crowley complains.

They are SHOCKED that this tired old man wants to take care of another kid.

When you come to his place for the long weekend, you are horrified at the specific old-wood smell that fills the house.

It's the furniture. This old, reddish dark, polished wood. around every corner.

His cat loves you already.

As a teacher, he's very much like Crewel.

He makes sure regularly that you remember what he taught you by randomly pop-quizzing you

You end up dreaming about history.

If you're queer and want to come out to him, i mean, he's not homophobic but he is very much and old man. yk.

If you're gay he's gonna tell you "but what is wrong with men/women?"

If you're bi/pan however, "could you be as ambitious when studying, please?"

If you're aro/ace he'll just be like. "i do understand you, really, but aren't you too young for this?"

He's not judging honestly.

He's not trying either.

Gives the best relationship advice having watched all the romantic disasters his older kids already went through.

Will teach you manners.

4. Ashton Vargas.

He adopted you because he really felt bad for you with all this "loosing where i belong, the people i love, the places i know" thing.

This kinda stuff can bring the best man down.

He won't let it happen!!

And you're so ridiculously out of shape!! he knows none of his colleagues would help you with that. He also doesn't think leaving you to Crowley is safe so.

Now you're his kid.

Wakes you up everyday at 5am for a morning jog to "start the engines" so you do better in school.

Doesn't let you eat anything from the cafeteria.

He meal preps once a week so now you will be eating slightly cooked veggies, eggs and non-spiced chicken everyday.

If you're vegan you will be eating a ridiculous high amount of legumes. half the timed they're just boiled and unsalted.

Will be a competitive dad. I mean, he will make everything a competition. who will wash the dishes faster? who will get to the bottom of the stairs first?

If you play competitive sports with him prepare to be absolutely destroyed.

But

If you're in any type of competition that he has trained you for, and you win, he will cry literal tears.

Of pride and happiness ofc

You do so much better in his classes now because you've being training 24/7

He won't ever say a thing about your crushes or partners unlike the others, even if he sees the red flags

Because he thinks it's better if you learn this kind of thing on your own, the hard way.

If you have an uterus and suffer from bad period cramps this man will research the whole market as well as natural and magical remedies because nothing should interfere with the grind 💪

#twst x mc #twst x reader #dire crowley #divus crewel

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CRITICAL ROLE SPOILERS (c3 e52)

Oh god, this was really great episode. It's sometimes nice to step out from heavy lore and end-of-the-world feeling a bit and have character arcs shine.

With new party members introduced it seems we really going to hit Chetney and F.C.G.s stories.

I already love Aabria and Christian characters. F.R.I.D.A is really unique and very compassionate, when Deanna is all fun and also brings new perspective to Chetney story and a main plot being a cleric.

Werewolf wild card is always fun to watch, Travis always is doing great job to not meta and be true to circumstances that bring Chet to fight his friends. He is actually a deadly beast. Also... possible robo-werewolf next time?!

I've noticed that Fearne was much more serious and perceptive today, she probably are worried about rest of the group safety and her best buddy Orym.

Imogen through is kinda lost... She tried to reach out to Laudna, gets damage and then tried again... And then she tried to do this through dream and it's almost pushed her to red storm. I wonder, if she was struggling with decision to whom she should reach out because checking on Key will be smart or she just didn't want to know fate of her friends in case they are dead?

Hope all of them will be ok and be able to reunite, otherwise it will be very tragic if someone die while they are separated...

Dynamic at the table was awesome, however I missed Marisha, Liam and Talesin a little bit. I hope we will be able to see Laudna, Orym and Aston story soon and hopefully in parallel (2 episodes per group maybe?). They don't have any sending spells and don't know that the rest are not able to reach out. I wonder, if Laudna gonna be fun scary and carefree around them like when she have Imogen around or more serious and determined like she was around Ashton at their one-on-one times. Will Orym or Ashton finally tell her how bad it was for Imogen when she died? And who they will meet? Can Yu/Dusk return? Or maybe Dorian?

Is it Thursday yet?

#fcg critical role #critical role orym #cr spoilers #laudna #critical role #imogen temult #imodna #bells hells #fearne calloway #ashton greymoore #chetney pock o'pea

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galaxyshine24-7 · 2 years

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Silver Bullet Au World Headcanons

Silver Bullet AU by @jackplushie

Since I've been hyperfixating on this au for a long time I have a lot of headcanons and just random ideas that I wrote down to add to the creative pile.

Warnings: Drugs, Gang Violence

The World

The world of the Silver Bullet Au takes place in a large city called the Grim Court it is split down the middle by a large river flowing out to the sea. It has two sectors one is Royal Sword Academy and the other is the Night Raven College. It has all the other lands of the official map like the Queendom of Roses (etc.) The different races like beastmen, and fae also still exist.

Magic-Its in the form of a drug that grants the user powers. It is under strict relegations to how its used, but of course the criminal world gets its hands on it developing more dangerous kinds of the drug. The overdose on the drug is called an overblot where the user collects to much of the negative effects and goes on a rampage that the user usually dies from.

Backstory-In the past the city of Grim Court was founded by the Great sevens of each sector. They established their own sectors and colleges to help the next generation use magic to benefit the city. In the beginning both sectors didn't like each other, but still tried to keep the peace. After a large incident and the loss of Night Raven Collage the sectors despise each other and peace between them seems like only a dream.

Royal Sword Academy

Royal Sword Academy is a thriving college town where many of the worlds students go to get a proper education in magic and history. To hopefully use their skills to better the future and use magic in a beneficial way for everyone. They have museums along with grand libraries and gardens that their residents can enjoy to their hearts content. It is the safest sector to live in, and is the headquarters for the RSA force. Many of the people live in peace, and usually stay clear of NRC, however there are some brave residents who dare each other to cross the border once in a while.

RSA Force- Are the overseers of the laws surrounding magic and its use. It has a long history of not getting along with the Night Raven College sector and has a strict surveillance on the area. Though no matter how hard they try the Night Raven sector is still brewing with gang violence and illegal magic usage.

Night Raven College

Night Raven College is no more after a tragic incident that left the Grim Court split in two. With the once old campus now abandoned the youth of the sector now turn to magic to help with their own agenda instead of helping their sector. A place riddled with crime and distracts owned by the seven biggest gangs in the sector based off the old dorms of the college. However it is dangerous, the sector is known for its jazz clubs, casinos, and big rewards one could win if they are lucky enough to take the chance. This sector has some basic rules and guidelines that others should follow unless they want to end up in an unmarked grave. The only neutral territory for all criminals to come and relax is downtown where the abandoned campus of Night Raven College is located. The area has been turned into night life district far from the learning environment that it was made for. That is where the run down Silver Bullet bar resides.

The Gangs

Old Gangs-Specialties The Ravens-Run by Dire Crowley(Unknown) The Dogs-Run by Divus Crewel(Poisons/discipline) Beasts- Run by Ashton Vargas(Hired mercenaries) Shadows- Run by Sam (Black Market) Nine Lives- Run by Mozus Trein(Information/Knowledge)

They make sure order is in place when it comes to the sector but have since retired and stay in the background. They are less active now, but people still know to follow the rules in the crime world, or they might get a visit from them in the night.

New Gangs-Specialties

Heartslabyul -Tactical Strategy

This gang is best known for the strategic battles they had been able to achieve by their cut throat gang leader Riddle Rosehearts; being the youngest to ever lead a gang in the sector. They follow in the footsteps of the famous mobster the Queen of hearts who helped establish the sector with the rest of the great seven. They run their district with an iron fist, but are far more friendly to the residents then the other gangs might be. Everyone knows to never get on Riddle's bad side for his quick temper and deadly punishments. Its not uncommon for heads to roll in his distract on a bad day.

Savanaclaw-Fighters/ Mercenaries

The ruthless gang of Savanaclaw is known for its fighters and mercenaries that always get the job done no matter what. The leader Leona Kingschalor is a run away prince wanting to rule his own kingdom after he was denied the throne in the Sunset Savana. His gang can be protectors but at a high price, and at the end of the day its always Leona who calls the shots. His pack stays in line and knows what happens when the king isn't pleased. They can do heists, and hold many illegal fighting rings around their district. They can be a fairly unruly bunch regular people do their best to stay away from any members they see out on the street, the members will never shy away from a fight.

Octavinelle- Business/Information/Blackmail

Established in a richer part of the sector the Mostro lounge is a grand club, casino, and hotel. Its one of the best businesses in the sector that even RSA residents come to visit. Its run by the Octavinelle gang who is known for making wishes come true with a price, and extreme cases of blackmail. Azul Ashengrotto hides his true intentions behind a sweet smile and is known to trick powerful people into life altering contracts. Everyone does their best to get on his good side in hopes he will do them a favor, and not become the object of his ire.

Scarabia- Money/Drugs/Assassins

A successful gang of loan sharks known for their thoughtfulness. The leader Kalim Al-Asim is the heir of a wealthy family who wanted to dip their toes into the criminal world. Scarabia offers many services from burrowing money, producing drugs, and having their own group of assassins that have been serving the Al-Asim family for years. The leader is a odd one in terms of people one would find in the sector and many get thrown off by his carefree nature and the parties he always graces his guests with. However they always remember to pay for the gangs services for fear of being another grain of sand lost in the desert.

Pomefiore- Poisons/Spies/Drugs

A rather prestigious gang that use beauty has a cover for their crimes. Vil Schoenheit is a well known celebrity in the world. He runs many theaters in both districts along with a fashion line. His gang specializes in spying, making addicting drugs, toxins, and poisons that are worth a lot on the black market. Many people scramble for Vil's own personal brand of skin care items infused with magic that seems to stop ones age, even if it might have painful side effects. They might fool you with their good looks, but one will always realize too late when they are in their trap.

Ignihyde-Technology/Weapons/Surveillance

The Shroud family as always dealt with death. It is said that they come from the underworld itself with their unique features and strange fascinations. They run an organization based on their magic research and the development of high end technology. The leader of this gang is a successful hacker and his weapons are always high on the market. Idia Shroud is rarely ever seen, but he makes sure that his targets know he is always watching. The members of the gang are all skilled in technology and developing new weapons that they can combine with the magic drug for even greater power. They are able to keep tabs on anyone, even those that think they are well hidden. They deal with helping people disappear and create cover ups and false footage to fool the authorities. Ignihyde is responsible for helping out with some of the biggest cover ups in the crime world, and they will make sure to take their secrets to the grave.

Diasomnia- Magical prowess/Fighters/Drugs

A gang run by the biggest creators of the magic drug and similar substances. Its members are descendants of the powerful fae of old. They are the best when it comes to handling magic drugs and have produced fighters for their gang with these talents. They are run by the Draconia family who have been an established gang for hundreds of years. The leader is Malleus Draconia to his family's criminal empire. He isn't seen much, but when he is the witnesses don't live long to tell the tale. Malleus is rumored to be ruthless and cold being able to freeze someone on the spot with just his stare. He is a true prince of darkness and is often what people think about when it comes to the most powerful gang in the sector. They are a mysterious bunch and its members are usually not seen unless something big is about to go down, and if that happens people know it's time to run.

I hope this makes sense, thank you for reading this all the way through. Its nice to finally get out some of my ideas and I'm always open for questions if anyone needs clarification of what I wrote.

#disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst silver bullet au #silver bullet au #disney twisted wonderland #mafia au #tw drugs #tw violence mention

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arcielee · 9 months

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House of the Dragon tag game!

This was created by the lovely @jotterjots 💜 Thank you for the tag!

Rules: Answer the following questions, then tag any and all people you think might enjoy participating.

Tags: If you see this on your Tumblr dashboard, consider yourselves tagged.

see original post here if you want to play :)

Who's your favorite character? What draws you to them?

My initial response is Aemond Targaryen (surprise, surprise). The book and show portrayal have some similarities, but I really loved how Leo Ashton and Ewan Mitchell’s characterization. There was something relating to how Leo carried himself, Aemond just weary but ready to defend Aegon, how he was ridiculed. You have this sense of relief when he finally claims Vhagar that you forget the implications until that group of cunt ass kids rallied against him. Then you see that want for revenge, how it shapes and molds him into this man that is just...

Sigh. 💜

Anyway, after him it would Ser Criston Cole, as this man is so damn petty with his hatred it halted his aging and I’m here for it.

What's your favorite episode of the season?

I loved the despair of episode 8, where we finally got to see the key players for what was to come. The build up, the tension that lead to this brief moment of serenity and then... the dinner scene, where it just went downhill so fucking fast.

What is your favorite line from the season?

I have two. The first belongs to Daemon: “You cannot live your life in fear, or you will forsake the best parts of it.”

And second is to Jerrel Bracken, and it makes me giggle: “The princess has a dragon, you dumb cunt.”

Which actor's portrayal is your favorite?

Of course the obvious answer is Ewan Mitchell. I binged everything he has been in and really enjoy that even though he had similar mannerisms used in each roll, he seems to adjust to fit whatever character he is playing and I think it’s fucking brilliant.

Matt Smith plays a cunt like no other. As much as Daemon makes my skin crawl, I do enjoy watching him.

Olivia Cooke. 💜 Watching Alicent’s transition from the tepid daddy’s girl to girlboss was amazing. She believed in her convictions and squared off to Otto, to her husband, and we saw glimpses of how she played the Game of Thrones, and I really loved it.

Which character would you most want to be stuck on a deserted island with?

I mean...

But for real, probably Ser Criston as he seems low key a more practical option, as I could trust him to be able to scrounge for food, kill whatever wild hog might attack, things like that.

Name a minor character you want to know more about!

I would love more insight on Arryk and Erryk OR, since they kept him alive, if Ser Harrold Westerling came back in a blaze of glory, that’d be nifty.

Who's character arc are you most interested to see continued, for better or worse?

May the gods pity me, but Aemond. I am curious their interpretation of his story and am super excited to see it unfold.

Who's your most anticipated new character of Season 2?

Cregan Stark, but this is mostly because of my Mushroom theory of him, but I already know HBO is a bunch of cowards and would never. And Nettles 💜 I really hope they show how she gets her dragon.

Which is your favorite dragons of the ones we saw?

Vhagar.

I hate that we missed out on some Fire & Blood bonding between Aemond and this she-dragon, but I really loved how they showed the sentient side when she was bonded to Laena. It was beautiful and heartbreaking 💜

What's your favorite relationship from this season? (romantic, platonic, antagonistic- whichever!)

I loved Rhaenyra and Harwin Strong. I really loved the snippets of him knitted throughout, his admiration for Rhaenyra just as she was. There was also so much in the scene after she gave birth, how he was quick to help in any he could, just to be able to touch her, to be there for her. And when he held Joffrey?

Like, goddamn, I love this man so much 😭

Bonus- Fandom appreciation:

Link one or more of your favorite pieces of fanart! (Have you reblogged it already? Consider reblogging it again! Do NOT repost)

Please go and look/follow @lonnson @4yvle1 @azperja @cyeco13 Just amazing, talented, wonderful pieces they have shared.💜

Link one or more of your favorite fics! (Same deal as above!)

I have a fic recs link on my blog.💜 I also have a series called Interview With a Writer where I get to talk to the talented brains that created some of the best pieces I have found (so far) on Tumblr.

Link one or more of your favorite gifsets! (^^Same)

The talented Miranda (@aegonx) who did this and this and this gifset that I love (just to name a few, but she is so creative and talented; her gifsets for this fandom are some of my favorites. She did a GoT request for Rhaegar and Lyanna, and I just love it so much!💜

#tag game #i literally forgot this forgive me #but i just loved these in-depth questions

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all-timelee · 2 years

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I miss you || M.C

Word Count: 944

Warnings: None

Masterlist

“Hey, Y/N. I wanted to talk to you about something,” Ashton spoke into the phone, causing you to sit up from the pile of books and papers you were surrounded by. “What’s up, Ash?” You answered, a slight sense of worry coming over you at what he was about to say next.

The boys had been on tour for the better part of the year so it was easy to worry about how all of them were doing when you hadn’t seen them in months. It was especially easy to worry about your boyfriend Michael.

“Michael, he’s been a little quiet lately. I think he’s feeling pretty down, missing you a lot. If you’ve got the extra time, I was thinking we could surpise him.” Ashton suggested through the speaker, his eyes lighting up in excitement as he waited for your response.

You smiled fondly to yourself, looking out one of the windows as the sun slowly set behind the horizon. “I’ve got some finals to finish up in a few days, but afterwards I would love to come see you guys,” you reply, voice enthusiastic at the thought of seeing Michael after being apart for so long.

“Amazing, text me when your finals are over and we’ll plan the whole thing out, I’ll pay for the plane ticket. I’ll see you soon, Y/N.” He hung up soon after that, and suddenly you were way to excited to study like you’d previously been doing.

Instead, you scrolled down your contact list and clicked on Michael’s, choosing to FaceTime him. He answered almost immediately, his green eyes looking a little dull, his smile seemingly forced. The overall sad and tired look on his face made you want to cry and tell him about the surprise almost immediately, but you held back.

“Hi, baby,” you greeted softly, tone full of comfort. “Hey, I was just about to call you actually,” he replied, letting out a small chuckle. “Wanted to see your face before the show tonight.” Your heart swelled at that, a smile spreading across your features.

“I miss you,” he spoke again before you could reply, his smile faltering a little as his eyes grew wet. “I miss you too. I wish I could do more then tell you that we’ll see each other before you know it, but unfortunately I can’t.” He nodded, knowing that was true, appreciating the effort anyway.

“What’ve you been up to today?” He questioned, changing the topic rather quickly. “Just studying, finals are in a few days. Trying to be as prepared as I can.” You shrugged, trying to ignore the ache in your chest from the fact that Michael couldn’t be there with you.

He hummed in reply, his attention being pulled away at the sound of a voice telling him it was time to get on stage. He nodded and turned back to his phone.

“I gotta go, baby. Talk to you later?” You nodded, a sad smile on your lips. “Yeah, have fun tonight, Mikey. I love you.”

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The next week flew past, and soon you were stepping off an airplane, grabbing your luggage and looking around for Ashton.

His voice calling out to you caught your attention. “Y/N!” He called from further down the airport, waving at you. “Come here!” Your feet carried you over to where he stood, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him close.

“It’s so good to see you again,” he whispered into your ear, pulling away to look at you properly. “Same to you, Ash.” You smiled widely at him, unable to hold it in for any longer.

After pulling away, he picked up your luggage and guided you to the waiting car. You were barely able to contain your excitement, Michael was just a short car ride away.

When you reached the venue, you all but jumped out of the car, the two of you leaving your bags to grab later and heading inside.

You could hear his voice as you grew closer to the dressing room. He sounded tired and stressed, and you instantly felt bad for whatever was bothering him. Ashton grinned down at you, silently readying you before opening the door, Michael’s sagging shoulders coming into view immediately.

He didn’t turn, just kept ranting to Luke about how much he missed being home and being around you. Luke had noticed you, a bright smile spreading across his lips as he laughed lightly.

“What are you laughing at?” He finally turned, his eyes widening as they fell on your form in the doorway. He was on you in a second, arms wrapped around you as he lifted you off the ground, laughing loudly, happy tears rolling down his cheeks.

Once he put you down, he stepped forward, pulling you in for another hug. “Missed you so fucking much.” He mumbled into your shoulder. “Missed you too.” You responded, placing a kiss onto his head. He pulled away and pressed his lips to yours quickly, grinning against your mouth.

Ashton cleared his throat from behind you, the two of you reluctantly pulling away and turning to look at him. “I really don’t want to interrupt but it’s time for soundcheck,” he spoke, a fond smile on his face as seeing his best friend so happy once more.

“Right. I’ll be back in a bit and we’ll continue this,” Michael spoke, voice quiet so only you could here him. You nodded and smiled up up at him, giving his lips one last peck before he headed out with the boys. “I love you,” he called, smiling at you before pulling the door shut behind him.

#michael clifford #michael clifford 5sos #michael clifford 5 seconds of summer #michael clifford imagine #michael clifford fluff #ashton irwin #ashton irwin 5sos #luke hemmings #luke hemmings 5sos #luke hemmings 5 seconds of summer #5 seconds of summer #5 seconds of summer imagine #5sos imagine #5sos michael #5sos calum #5sos ashton #5sos luke

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hoodharlow · 2 years

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Nico’s Berry First Birthday

part 1

AN: idk what to say lol. This was supposed to be posted MONTHS ago and I never did lol. Gif from @calmfolklore from this gifset

Requested? No

Warnings: sad dad!Cal and mentions of abandonment, Mitchy Collins ruining our baby's birthday

Word Count: 3.1k words

“Nico, c’mon, go with grandma I’m not going to be long.” Calum said, trying to pry off his now one year old daughter.

But she wouldn’t budge. She tightened her grip around his neck, nearly choking him. He tried everything, even tickling her. But that only annoyed her, and the last thing he wanted to do was get her upset on her birthday. On the other hand he didn’t want to bring her to the interviews he had to do. One thing he learned from last week’s promo was that even Nico can get annoyed with watching Encanto ten times in a row. He also doesn’t want Nico anywhere near James Cordon because he knew that James would annoy his kid and ruin her mood for the rest of the day.

“Bring the little demon, we’re already late.” Ashton called from the driveway gate.

“Ah!” Nico frowned when she heard Ashton call her a demon. She leaned over and smacked the top of his head.

Calum rolled his eyes. “Shit like that is why she doesn’t like you mate.” He told Ashton as he unlocked the car to get Nico in. He buckled her in and whispered to her, “You know he doesn’t mean it.”

The one year old looked up at the sun roof, annoyed. It was her version of rolling her eyes since she hadn’t mastered her eye rolls yet. For Calum’s sake he hoped she didn’t until she was at least fifty.

He turned to his mom. “We’ll be back in a few. Think you can hold down the fort?” He asked her.

“Of course, darlin'." Joy said.

“I left a list of all the people that are gonna come by. If anything happens or something gets mixed up just call me. I also left—”

“Just go. We’ll be fine.”

Calum nodded and gave Joy a side hug. He rounded over to the driver’s side. He opened the gate and back out of the gate. He waved to his mom as he followed Micheal’s car to James’ studio. They lucked out and were able to push back recording because the guests had something else to do in the evening.

For which Calum was grateful because after the band’s appearance, they had to do another interview, and after that interview he had to rush home to get him and Nico ready for her birthday party. Though he silently cursed at the band’s management for getting them interviews on Nico’s birthday.

A familiar olive green Jeep was parked in the studio.

It was Alexis Ximena’s.

Calum rested his head on the steering wheel when he parked next to Michael. He wasn’t ready to see her. Last night ended on an awkward note. When they decided to take things to her bedroom, they didn’t go as far as they hoped. Dr. Manny walked in on them while Calum’s face was buried in between Alexis Ximena’s thighs. It was the most awkward moment of his life. And to make matters worse Dr. Manny was carrying Nico. Not only did his daughter’s pediatrician see him doing things with HIS daughter, but Calum managed to traumatize his own daughter.

Ashton knocked on his window, making him look up. He tapped his wrist, as if he had a watch, motioning Calum to hurry up. Calum flipped him off and begrudgingly got out of the car. He unbuckled Nico and handed her to Ashton, so he could get her things from the trunk.

They both shared an uncomfortable look, but Nico allowed Ashton to hold her. They watched Calum grab the stroller and place everything the one year old could need, stuffing it in the bottom basket of the stroller. Ashton passed Nico back to him so he could buckle her in her stroller.

He draped her blanket over the stroller, blocking the bright sun for Nico. He pushed the stroller and followed Ashton where Michael and Luke were. A backstage crew member approached them and guided them to their greenroom.

Calum had never been so happy to see goldfish snacks. He grabbed all of the packets and some of the snacks provided and stuffed them in Nico’s backpack because he didn’t pack any for her since she was supposed to stay with his parents and Mali. He also grabbed a few water bottles in case she got thirsty.

He unfastened Nico from her stroller and sat her down next to him. He dug in her backpack, thankful that he had packed her an extra pair of shoes because they left without putting on shoes on her. He pulled out a pair of white Nike Cortez with a pink swish that matched her pink Nike tracksuit.

“You have some fucking nerve showing you’re face here.” Calum heard Michael say.

He looked over his shoulder and found Alexis Ximena standing at the entrance wide eyed and confused.

“What did I do?” She asked, surprised.

“You were in The Batman!” Michael exclaimed.

“I never said I wasn’t.”

“But you never said you were.”

Alexis Ximena rolled her eyes and pushed past him, making her way to Nico. The one year excitedly made grabby hands at her. Alexis Ximena picked her up and kissed her cheeks.

“Happy birthday!” she sang to her. She turned to Calum. “Why is your daughter dressed like Ruth Rose?”

“Who?” He asked, taking Nico back in his arms because she took her shoe off.

“From the ‘A-Z Mysteries’, she’s one of the main characters and she always wore monochromatic outfits.” she explained.

Calum furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, not knowing what she was talking about.

“Forget it.” she waved him off. She looked down at Nico and giggled. “She took her other shoe off.”

Calum shook his head, “you’ve got to be shitting me Nico.”

By 2pm, Nico’s party was in full swing. Calum felt proud that the party came out pretty nicely. He had gone all out with strawberry decorations as it was Nico’s favorite fruit. From strawberry balloon arches to strawberry based desserts. There was a taquero stationed next to the makeshift bar and dessert table. Michael was in the backyard manning the DJ booth playing various genres of kids songs.

“No,” Calum told Nico sternly, pushing the fresas con crema out of her reach.

The one year old frowned. Nico bent sideways trying to get off her high chair. But she couldn’t. Out of anger, she leaned forward and swiped the plate of tacos Calum got for them to share on the ground. She clapped happily when Duke trotted over and ate the food. She stopped then looked at him, making pleading eyes and gesturing to the cup of fresas con crema.

"No." He repeated. He got up from the stool next to her and went to grab a beer.

"Has she eaten?" Joy asked him as she fixed the gift table when he passed her.

"No," he sighed. "She's being a little shit."

"Take one to know one, darling." She said nonchalantly.

"Oi!" He blinked at her, surprised at her comment.

"When you were her age all you wanted to eat was fairy bread and Tiny Teddies."

"Well you did make the best fairy bread."

“I’m aware.” She smiled proudly. She looked around, making sure no one was close.

Calum knew that look. She was about to have a serious talk with him or she was going to interrogate him about something Mali told her.

Her smile softened,“Mali mentioned Alexis was coming.”

Calum blinked in surprise, remembering when Aaliyah introduced them almost two years ago when they were at FireFight Australia. “You remember Alex?”

“Of course I do. She’s a nice girl. She was in Sydney a few months back and I ran into her and she invited me to lunch. So how serious is it?"

The doorbell rang before he could answer her.

"I'll get it." He announced, rushing over to the front door.

Calum got nervous hoping it was Alexis Ximena. He walked inside and did a quick u-turn to the kitchen and took the fresas con crema cup away in case Nico tried to make someone give her the cup. He quickly checked himself in the mirror by the front door. He smiled brightly when he opened the door but quickly dropped his smile when he saw it was just Ashton and Marina.

"Oh it's you." He said, stepping aside to let them in.

"Hello to you too." Ashton grumbled.

"Where's the birthday girl?" Marina asked Calum.

"In the kitchen." he answered

He took the present Marina had in her hand and led her and Ashton to the kitchen. Nico sat sadly on her high chair, but she smiled brightly at Marina. She made grabby hands at her.

“Hi birthday girl.” Marina said softly. She approached Nico and let her touch her growing belly. She giggled when Nico’s eyes widened when the baby kicked her hand. “The baby says happy birthday too.”

He eyed Marina's belly and felt nauseous. It was a reminder of what he missed. It was a part of Nico that he never got to see or experience since he never saw Loli pregnant. He never got to see Nico through the ultrasound or hear her heartbeat or feel her kick Loli's belly. It was almost a whole year that he missed. Part of him wished he could turn back time and be there for Loli, for his daughter, but it was impossible. At least he got to see her now and he wouldn't give that up.

Calum wandered out to the yard and got more food before joining his parents, Mali, Luke, and Elijah were. He fell into conversation, nodding along to whatever they were talking about while he ate. He would look over to the kitchen where Marina had.

"¡Feliz Cumple!" He heard Alexis Ximena tell Nico.

Before he could even turn around to head back inside, Luke pushed past him. He rolled his eyes as his best friend went over to greet Aaliyah's family as if he was the host of the party. He awkwardly waited for Luke to finish greeting Aaliyah’s family when he heard Nico’s giggles. He looked behind him and saw Alexis Ximena showing her a stuffed crocodile.

Nico kicked her feet excitedly as Alexis Ximena made the stuffed crocodile dance on the table of Nico’s high chair. Calum blinked in surprise hearing her speak a nearly perfect Australian accent as she talked to Nico. He smiled to himself when his one year old took the stuffed crocodile and hugged it tightly.

“Ah!” Nico motioned to Alexis Ximena to give her the cup of fresas con crema.

“No, Nico.” Calum said, grabbing the cup. “You haven’t eaten.”

Nico frowned and pushed the crocodile on the ground.

“Nico!” he said sternly, but in a hush tone so he wouldn’t draw attention to them.

Alexis Ximena picked up the stuffed crocodile and handed it back to Nico. She stood up giving Calum a chance to take her in. She was obviously overdressed, dressed to the nines in a short black dress and tall platform heels. She had a good three inches on him in those heels.

“Why is she dressed like Strawberry Shortcake?” She asked him, gesturing to Nico who babbled to her crocodile.

“She’s not dressed like cake?”

“No,” she shook her head. “The cartoon.”

“There’s a cartoon about cake?”

“No menso, hold on.” She pulled out her phone and quickly typed. “You have the worst wi—oh it loaded. Here.” She showed him her phone screen.

There were images of a cartoon little girl dressed in a strawberry hat, denim overalls with a striped pink and white long sleeve under and yellow shoes. Calum looked over to Nico and she wore almost the same thing except, “Nico’s wearing a bucket hat and a denim dress. Not to mention, she has gold Vans. Obviously it’s not the same. Maybe they copied Nico.”

“The show came out in 2003.”

“Oh, good to know they support the LGBTQ community.”

“You’re a fucking smart ass. You and that mouth of yours are a deadly weapon.”

“You would know.” Calum smirked at her.

Clearly flustered, Alexis Ximena announced. “I’m going to get food.”

She turned on her heel almost immediately and went out into the backyard to get in line for food. After she went up where Aaliyah was and greeted Fiona and Marina. They all looked at her with knowing grins.

“What?”

“What?” the three said in unison.

“What was that back there?” Fiona asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Where’s Ethan? You usually use him as an excuse to hang out with Michael.” Alexis Ximena smiled innocently.

“Isn’t that what you did with Nico?” Marina asked before dipping her taco in consomé.

Alexis Ximena turned to Aaliyah. “You told them?!”

“Of course I did.” Aaliyah said “Now don’t say anything about sitting on Cal’s face because your future mother in law is walking over.”

“I wasn’t si— Hi Mrs. Hood!”

***

Calum looked around for Alexis Ximena. He overheard Aaliyah tell Luke that she had a work dinner and he hoped that he hadn’t missed her before she left. He was also keeping an eye on Mitchy, who showed up tipsy and crashed Nico’s birthday party.

To say that Mitchy was Nico’s least favorite person was an understatement. The one year old would rather spend the day getting shots than be near him which was why Calum didn’t invite him to the party.

“You didn’t bring Nico a present.” Calum heard Ethan tell Mitchy.

“And what are you the fucking present police?” The grown man snapped at Ethan as he grabbed a beer from the cooler.

“Butthead.” Ethan muttered before grabbing a juicebox.

Calum sighed and walked over to Mitchy. “Mate, you can’t talk to a kid like that.”

“He’s a fucking dick!”

“He’s two!” He snapped, swiping his face in frustration. “This is why I didn’t invite you. You’re ruining my kid’s party. Nico doesn’t even like you.”

“What are you talking about? Nora likes me. Just watch,” Mitchy walked over to Alexis Ximena who was building a puzzle with Nico. “Ayo Nora!”

Mitchy staggered towards them with Calum calling him to stop. He pulled Nico away from Alexis Ximena and tried to pick her up, but he stumbled and fell, nearly falling on top of the one year old.

Calum couldn’t process anything other than Nico’s arms around his legs. She wailed. He picked her up, “Get him out of my fucking house.” he angrily told Luke and Ashton before ducking inside.

He brought them to the living room and sat on the one person couch. He rubbed Nico’s back, trying to calm her down as she cried inconsolably. He held her close, apologizing for not kicking Mitchy out sooner. He heard footsteps approaching them.

“Cal, I’m so sorry.” Alexis Ximena began sitting on the coffee table across from them. “I was caught off guard and next thing I knew that guy was on the ground and Nico ran to you. I should have been more vigilant. This is my—”

“Alex, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Calum said, wiping a few stray tears off Nico’s cheeks. He maneuvered her so she sat facing Alexis Ximena.

“I guess but I really do feel bad. I should have been quicker or… I don’t know. I could have done something.”

“You should have picked up a tree and swung it at him like in that show where you had a little brother who did that.”

“You watched Gone?”

“Yeah a while ago Aaliyah made us watch it. But Nico saw a banner of it and recognized you when I was looking for Sesame Street on HBO Max. So we started watching it.”

“Sure,” Alexis Ximena nodded, playfully rolling her eyes. Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked around them. “Where’s Nico?”

Calum cursed and jumped from the couch. Nico’s giggles and Duke’s yips were heard from the study. Him and Alexis Ximena followed the sound and found Nico waddling toward Duke, who was behind the doggy door. She giggled and clapped her hands.

Calum’s hand found Alexis Ximena’s. “She’s walking.” He whispered, almost laughing. A few tears rolled down his cheeks. “My baby is walking.”

Due to their height difference, Alexis Ximena couldn't lean into him, but Calum wrapped his arm around her back as she placed her arm over his shoulders. They stood quietly watching Nico with Duke, but they were soon interrupted by Alexis Ximena’s phone.

“Shit” she said, pulling away from him to rummage through her bag. She pulled it out and answered.

Nico finally realized it wasn’t just her and Duke, so she motioned Calum to play with them. He sat down next to the door frame and reached for a soft ball for her to toss to Duke.

Calum watched Alexis Ximena pace around with an annoyed expression on her face as she listened to whoever was on the other end. She bid them goodbye and sighed frustratedly, shoving her phone back in her bag.

“Everything alright?” Calum asked, handing the ball to Nico, who went to hand it to Alexis Ximena.

“My realtor just called me to say that none of the places I was looking into allowed dogs. If they did, they would have to weigh less than forty pounds. Bernie weighs one-fifteen.” She said, sitting next to him.

“You know I was joking yesterday when I teased you about living with Dr. Manny.”

“I know, I’ve been looking for a place for a while now. Especially with now that Bernie is huge. We don’t fit with my dad. So I'm looking for a place so me and Aaliyah can finally live together like we planned our senior year when I booked ‘Gone.’”

“Or you could move in with us.” He offered. “Our dogs get along, my house is pretty big so you wouldn’t have to worry about Bernie feeling like he has no space.”

“I can’t accept,” she said, shaking her head. “Nico’s grandparents live next door. What would they think about someone that’s not their daughter around their granddaughter.”

“Me letting them near Nico is just a courtesy. Legally speaking, they’re not her grandparents.”

“What do you mean?”

“When Loli dropped off Nico, she signed off any right she had, including her parents claiming her as their grandkid. But I’m not an arsehole, so I let her parents see Nico. Sometimes they watch her when I go run an errand, but Loli is completely out of the picture, especially after what went down a few months back.”

“Oh…”

“So you have nothing to worry about.”

Alexis Ximena nodded. She sat quietly and watched Nico and Calum. She did like spending time with them. Yesterday gave her hope for her and Calum, but she knew better than to get her hopes up. Even more if she was going to live with them.

“Fine, but I’m going to need two rooms.”

“Why two?”

“Where do you think my clothes and shoes are gonna go?”

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sheerfreesia007 · 10 months

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Fxck This

Title: Fxck This

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC!

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Words: 5,853

Warnings: Smut, Missionary, Cowgirl, Standing sex

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Steve frowns softly as he walks into his office noticing quickly that Sunshine isn’t at her desk like she normally is. He walks into his office and spots the neon blue post it note in the middle of his computer screen. Walking around his desk he sets his things down before grabbing the post-it so that he could read what she had written for him.

Working with facilities today to figure out the easiest way to get the new gear and equipment in the building. If you need anything, call me.

Steve sighed softly but then smiled when he saw the tiny little sun drawn on the post-it note underneath her words. He had wanted to talk to her about what had happened yesterday but with her working out of the office for the day he didn’t think he’d get his time with her. Hopefully she’d finish quickly and be able to come back to the office because Steve was eager to talk to her. After last night he spent hours thinking about ways he wanted to hold her and touch her. Her raspy voice was constantly in his mind either telling him exactly what she wanted him to do to her or moaning his name like it was the only word she knew. Taking in a deep breath Steve tried to calm himself down as he realized he was getting hard just thinking about her again. The phone on his desk rang and Steve reached forward and picked up the receiver without even looking at the caller I.D. screen.

“Captain Steve Rogers.” he greeted the caller with a soft frown.

“Rogers, it’s Fury we have a mission. Gather your squad and have them meet in my conference room. Agent Hill will brief you on the mission.” Fury’s voice said over the phone and Steve nodded his head along with his words.

“Of course, Director.” Steve said and the two hung up together. He sighed softly and picked up his desk phone again dialing a number that he knew by heart. “Bucky tell everyone to meet us up in Fury’s conference room. We have a mission to go on.” Steve said into the phone and listened to Bucky’s response before hanging up. He then looked down and picked up his cell phone, swiping it open he pulled up the text thread he had with Sunshine and began typing out a message to her.

Going on a mission will send you the details when I get them. I’ll see you when I get back. Steve looked down at the screen as he saw the three dots appear almost immediately on her side of the screen.

Alright, be safe Captain. Steve knew that he wanted to say more but he wanted to talk about, was something that needed to be said face to face. Sighing softly he knew that it would probably be at least a week before he could speak with her again.

*-*-*-*

Steve frowned softly as he moved down the empty hallway with his shield raised in front of him, according to Fury’s intel this warehouse should be active and full of people packaging the mind controlling gas that their target Ashton Calum, a scientist who created the mind controlling gas to be able to sell it on the black market. But the warehouse is empty and by the looks of it they had all left in a hurry, supplies and packaging materials were left abandoned where they stood. Kicking one of the shipping crates Steve gritted his teeth in anger as Bucky entered the same room Steve was in on the opposite wall.

“Fury’s intel is bad.” Bucky said darkly and Steve nodded his head slowly. Sighing softly Steve rubbed a hand down his face slowly in exasperation. It had already been a week and a half of them following the intel that Fury had given them on Ashton, and each step of the way they were too late to catch him. It was as if he was always one step ahead of them each time they got close. Steve was getting frustrated with this mission dragging on. Not only was it concerning about this mind controlling gas possibly getting onto the black market but he was also tired of being away from Sunshine and the conversation he wanted to have with her.

“Natasha, we need better intel.” Steve said into the comm device in his ear. “I need you to gather any information you can about this guy and start reaching out to your sources.”

“On it.” Natasha chirped back to him quickly and Steve nodded his head. He stored his shield on his back and stood in the middle of the room with his hands on his hips surveying the room. He sighs knowing that this is probably going to set them back another couple of days. He swings his leg out, kicks another crate across the floor and Bucky looks over to him with furrowed eyebrows.

“You alright punk?” he asks cautiously and Steve huffs softly before turning towards him.

“Yeah, just frustrated that this is going to set us back more.” Steve replies and Bucky nods his head.

“Well let’s get going so that we can unwind and relax. Natasha will definitely get us better intel. Fury’s gonna be pissed though that we had Natasha get it though.” Bucky said knowingly and Steve shrugged his shoulders as he gestured outwards to the empty warehouse.

“He’ll have to deal with it. It’s better to get good intel than to keep chasing after this guy with bad intel.” Steve said resolutely and Bucky nodded his head as the two of them began to make their way out of the room together.

“Are you sure it’s just the bad intel?” Bucky asked softly as they moved down the hallway back towards the exit and Steve frowned softly at the question.

“I want to get back already. This shouldn’t be taking this long. I want to talk to Sunshine about what happened before we left.” Steve confessed softly and Bucky smirked at him knowingly. Steve had already told Sam and Bucky about what had happened between Steve and Sunshine, the two men eagerly trying to boost Steve’s confidence that Sunshine would be agreeable to something happening between them. Steve was still unsure about things but after listening to Bucky and Sam he felt slightly better at his chances with Sunshine.

The two of them met back up with Sam and Wanda at the safe house that they had all been holding up in. Natasha had already left to get the intel from her local sources leaving the four of them to just relax and unwind together. Steve found himself lounging on one of the couches while an old sitcom rerun played on the television in the room. He stared at the television not really seeing the show and began to let his mind wander. Sunshine was once again at the forefront of his mind.

Steve had kicked in one of the doors in the warehouse and found Sunshine tied to a chair with a blindfold tied around her eyes, her skirt had been ripped up the side to her hip showing off her smooth skin while her blouse was missing the top two buttons causing it to gape open over her chest. Steve’s eyes eagerly raced up and down her form as she squirmed after hearing him kick in the door.

“Please, I don’t know anything.” she pleaded with him and Steve felt arousal race down his spine after seeing the state of her attire.

“Sunshine, it’s alright. It’s me, Steve. I’m here to save you.” he said swiftly as he stepped over to her and pulled down the blindfold. She blinked up at him as her eyes squinted against the light in the room. Her whole body seemed sag in the chair she was tied to when she recognized him.

“Captain.” she breathed out relieved and Steve felt his cock harden in his suit. He moved around her and began untying the binds around her wrists. When he was done he eased her arms slowly back in front of her body and began to massage them as he loomed over her from behind. He tried to keep his eyes on her wrists while massaging them but when she groaned and leaned back in the chair resting the back of her head against his abdomen he got a clear shot down her torn blouse. Her breasts were heaving slightly with the relieved breaths she was sucking in and Steve bit his bottom lip at the motion of her body. “Thank you.” she whispered out to him and Steve directed his eyes to her grateful ones.

Nodding his head Steve watched as she turned in the chair and kneeled up on the seat so that her head was closer to his. Her hands crawled up his broad chest over his navy blue suit until they came to entwine behind his neck and she smiled prettily up at him.

“How can I ever repay you?” she asked him in a seductive tone that made electricity race down his spine. He stared down into her eyes as she fluttered her eyelashes at him and Steve had to bite back a moan as he thought about all the way she could repay him. “How about a kiss to start?” she asked with a slow smile forming on her mouth. Steve leaned down towards her as her head tilted further upwards to his, their lips grazing slightly in a gentle tease. Steve couldn’t hold back as he lunged forward and captured her lips in a scorching kiss causing her mewl softly at his actions. Steve’s arms wrapped around her frame and lifted her easily in the air as he moved around the chair to sit down with her nestled in his lap. Her legs fell open his thick thighs and her skirt rode up to her hips exposing her purple silk underwear to him while her core sat on top of his crotch. Steve groaned into the kiss as she ground her hips down into his, causing him to buck upwards into her. “Please Captain, let me repay you.” she begged him and Steve sucked in a harsh breath as he felt her hands gripping his utility belt around his waist.

Steve eagerly helped her undo the lower half of his suit. When she had managed to get it undone he listed his hips and she slid the material down to his knees before he took a seat again. His hard cock has slid up between the two of them and Sunshine moaned wantonly to him as his cock stood straight up between her covered core and his abdomen. Steve grunted softly as he watched her lift up on his lap before reaching down between her legs and pulling her underwear to the side, she then lined his cock up with her entrance and slid downward until he was fully encased by her dripping wet cunt. The two of them moaned loudly together as her walls throbbed around his hard as steel cock trying to suck him further inside of her. Steve stayed as still as possible as he waited for her to get used to his size, his cock throbbed with the effort he used to stay still. Sunshine then began to move up and down on his cock causing Steve to throw his head back and gasp, her walls were like a vice as she moved on top of him staying clamped around him.

When it all became too much for her she fell forward onto his chest and moaned into his suit. Her hands gripped the leather straps around his shoulders and used them to help leverage herself over him as her hips began to piston up and down on his cock. Steve cupped the undersides of her thighs as she moved, not allowing her to fall fully onto his cock. He could see the frustration building within her as he continued to stop her from fully taking his whole cock inside her. She glared at him from her position as her hips swirled and bucked along his cock and just as he restricted her movement again she smirked at him. Steve shivered at the look on her face and then groaned loudly as she stopped all her movements and hovered on his lap before her walls began to clench and unclench around his cock.

Groaning loudly in his throat Steve bucked his hips up into her and Sunshine began to bounce on his cock once more. She leaned over him and tilted his head down so that his eyes stared into her heated gaze.

“I’m in charge of your pleasure right now. I’m repaying you right. Not the other way around Captain.” she told him darkly and Steve numbly nodded his head as he supported her body with his hands. Suddenly she slammed down onto him and clamped her walls around him harshly. Steve moaned loudly as his orgasm was pulled from him and he began to fill her with his cum, the smirk that graced her face made his orgasm prolong as he knew she had just repaid him for him saving her. He wrapped his arms around fully and bucked up into her as he continued to cum, he was desperate to make her cum as well. When he slammed his cock up into her Sunshine cried out as her walls clamped around him and Steve moaned loudly at the sensation.

The two of them slowly came down from their highs and Sunshine limply draped herself over his body while Steve cooed into her ear that she did so well for him. His lips pressing soft kisses to her heated sweaty skin within his reach.

Steve jerked on the couch when he heard heavy footsteps coming down the hallway, he had completely submerged himself in his daydream. Grimacing slightly he felt the wet material of his boxers stick to his softening cock. He stood from the couch and quickly shut the television off before making his way towards his bedroom, he grimaced again as he passed Wanda’s bedroom and heard her shuffling against her bed. He no doubt had projected his thoughts to her once again. Hopefully they’d get done with this mission soon and he wouldn’t have to worry about that problem anymore once he got back to Sunshine.

*-*-*-*

The ballroom is packed full of people as Steve moves about the room, the photostatic veil disguises his widely known face so that he looks like just another rich bachelor in the crowd. All the Avengers in the field are wearing the photostatic veil since they are so recognizable. Natasha and Wanda look like two gorgeous women eyeing the rich men at the party while Sam and Bucky are both the lookouts for the group keeping to the shadows outside. Tonight they’ve managed to trace their target, Ashton Calum, to this private gala that was held for the elite billionaires interested in the black market, standing near the bar in the corner of the room. The group had managed to subdue three guests, one man and two women, so that they could attend as well thanks to Natasha’s intel she had gathered. Ashton is dressed in a black clean cut suit with a black shirt underneath and a black tie to go with it, he’s a man of smaller build and Steve eyes him disgustedly, to think this was the man who had created so much chaos all with his mind controlling gas. The woman on his arm is dressed in a low cut form fitting red silk dress that she wears like a second skin, she’s smaller than Ashton and has long wavy black hair that falls down her back in silky waves.

Steve’s eyes travel up and down the woman and imagines what Sunshine would look like in a dress like that. Frowning softly he knows that she’d go for a more jewel tone than a vibrant red like the woman had on but imaging her in that dress made his face flush slightly. Steve’s hands clenched at his sides as he imagined what it would feel like under his fingers to glide against the silky material when Sunshine wore it. He knew it’d fit her like a glove and showcase all her curves and assets that she kept hidden away under her work blouses and pants. Shaking his head he focused his eyes on the target and cleared his mind of nothing but the mission. He would have time later to think about Sunshine.

Just then a slender arm slips through his and he looks down at Wanda who smiles up at him, he knows she probably could read his mind again and he sighs softly. Her smile widens and she moves closer into his side as her eyes dart around the room surveying everything going on.

“Stay focused Steve. We’re so close to catching him. Natasha’s moving in now.” Wanda said softly to him so that only he could hear her. He nods his head with a slight grimace and she pats his arm kindly. “Don’t worry about it. We all want to get home too. You more than any of us.” she says teasingly as they both move closer to the bar to be able to lend Natasha a hand if she needs it.

“I’m sorry, I’m just frustrated it’s taken this long to get this done. Fury’s intel was incorrect and we’re the ones to have to fix it.” he said in a low tone that projected his frustration with how the mission was going. It had been three long weeks on mission and everytime they received intel from Fury it always put them one step behind Ashton Calum. They had all grown frustrated with Fury and his intel to the point that Natasha had conducted her own intel gathering which had led to here. Being as close as ever to their target they had ever been during the whole mission. Wanda nodded her head before shrugging her shoulders as she agreed with him; they were all tired of the mission and were eager for it to be over.

“That’s our job though. We’re here to prevent these things from happening. You can take it up with Fury when we get back.” she told him and Steve nodded his head as he frowned softly.

“I will be.” he told her darkly as his eyes spotted Natasha at the bar talking with Ashton. The man was eating up Natasha’s attention and Steve could see her luring him away from his date towards the doors that led out to the balcony. Steve and Wanda began to walk around in a wide circle in the opposite direction of the bar then towards the balcony doors. They nodded to the other patrons of the party and smiled kindly at them as they made their way to the edge of the balcony doors just as they closed behind Natasha and Ashton.

Steve could hear Ashton grunting softly in the communication earpiece that he had in his left ear and Wanda smiled proudly as they both heard Ashton moan loudly. Undoubtedly due to Natasha knocking him out cold. Then Natasha’s dark voice came over the comm device.

“Target has been neutralized.” she said softly and Steve moved with Wanda to the balcony doors. They exited them without anyone noticing and began helping Natasha secure Ashton before Steve picked him up and hopped over the railing of the balcony. He fell lightly onto his feet still holding Ashton and began walking towards the meet up point for the group where Sam was waiting with a dark van. Natasha and Wanda would then make their way back into the party and lure the woman that had come with Ashton into the bathroom and knock her out before gathering any intel from her phone and her body. They would then meet up with Bucky at the entrance to the building and make their way to the van.

Due to Natasha’s intel that she had gathered before this party they had found out the hiding base where Ashton kept the rest of the gas and had sent the coordinates to a second team that had been dispatched out to collect the gas. Steve waited in the van with the unconscious Ashton and frowned tiredly at the man. Three long weeks and they were finally done with the mission, Steve could feel body slowly relaxing as he realized that they would get to go home now. He smiled tiredly and leaned back against the side of the van as he sat in the back. His mind began to wander about what Sunshine would look like in a dress similar to Ashton’s date tonight.

Steve is standing behind the bar back at the Avenger’s compound, he’s got a tumbler sitting on the bar top as he pulls out the aged whiskey from under the bar and pours himself a third of it into the glass. He hears the click of high heels on the floor and looks up to see Sunshine making her way towards him. He loses his breath as it’s sucked out of his body as his eyes take in her outfit. She’s dressed in a floor length silk deep purple dress that fits her like a second skin, accentuating all of her curves and dips that always make his mouth water. He gulps audibly and she smirks at him as she settles onto the bar stool.

“What’ll it be doll?” He asks her before he takes a sip of his whiskey. He watches her as she reaches out and takes the glass from his hand before knocking it back herself.

“I’ll have what you’re having.” She tells him sultrily and Steve leans forward on the bar top so that he’s closer to her now.

“Is that right?” He challenges her and she nods her head confidently. Steve swiftly cups the back of her head and pulls her closer as his lips slant against hers and she moans loudly into his mouth. He slips his tongue into her mouth tangling with her own tongue as he tastes the whiskey on her tongue. Her arms come and circle his neck as she leans across the bar towards him. Steve effortlessly pulls her over onto his side and nestles her between him and the bar. He crowds her there as he continues to kiss her lips heatedly, his hands glide down the material of her dress and he groans loudly at the feeling of the silk under his fingers. He begins to hike the dress up and she gasps loudly as her head tips back while his lips slide down the side of her face and down her neck. “What if I have you?” He asks her huskily and she whimpers softly at his question.

“Have me.” She pants out and Steve suddenly whirls her around so that she’s facing the bar now and her back is to him. He gathers the dress until it sits at the base of her spine and he can see that she’s only wearing a thong, his moan is loud and wonton as his hands grip her hips tightly.

He doesn’t let her settle there as he quickly unbuckles his belt and undoes his pants so that his hard heavy cock slaps against her ass cheeks. She whimpers and coos at him as her hips shift from side to side. He toys with the thong letting it snap back against her skin and she gasps loudly before his cock slides between her cheeks. He slides her thong to the side and guides his cock along her slick folds gathering the slick along his cock before he slips it into her cunt. She cries out as her head falls back on her shoulders as he thrusts fully into her, his hand comes up and grips a handful of her hair pulling her head back to gaze up at him from her position.

He doesn’t waste any time as he fucks up into her dripping cunt while listening to the wet squelching of their movements. She gasping and panting as her head is pulled backwards while his hips pound unmercifully into her cunt. He slides his hand that’s in her hand around her neck just under her chip and cups her there so that their eyes stay connected while he fucks up into her.

“You’re mine aren’t you doll?” He asks and she coos at him as her eyes dilate with lust.

“Yes, Captain.” She answers and Steve slams into her as his orgasm is ripped from him while her walls clamp down on him and she keens loudly as her body shakes under him.

The slam of the van door wakes Steve from his daydream and sees that Nat has climbed into the back with him while Bucky, Sam and Wanda are sitting up front. Steve shakes his head slightly before meeting Wanda’s eyes in the rear view mirror.

“We’re finally going to get home.” She says with a knowing smile on her face and Steve feels the blush creep across his face.

*-*-*-*

The sound of the Quinjet’s engines starting to power down are music to all of their ears as they rise from their seats. Steve stands and pulls his cell phone out of his pocket, he had sent Sunshine a text earlier asking where she was at headquarters, he sighs softly when he sees her response letting him know that she was in the office. He quickly types out a response to tell her to stay there and that he’s on his way.

Steve can feel his lust simmering just under his skin for his admin. After months now of thinking and daydreaming of her different scenarios he felt as if he was going to combust if he didn’t get to her now and find out if she felt the same way. He needed to unleash his pent up desire for her and he knew that if she felt the same way he would be unleashing it all on her.

The ramp of the Quinjet seemed to slowly lower as they all eagerly waited to get of the aircraft. The group was frustrated and so ready to unwind after the mission. Steve could see Agent Hill and Nick Fury waiting for the group in the hangar and Steve gritted his teeth with simmering rage. Sam and Bucky looked over at him as they spotted Fury as well, no doubt wondering if Steve was going to go off on Fury for the bad intel. But Steve had other things to take care of other than Fury. Wanda was the only one watching him with a knowing smirk on her face. Steve stalked down the ramp and Fury moved to greet him.

“Welcome back Captain, we need to debrief.” Fury said firmly and Steve shook his head as he walked closer to the Director.

“Fuck this, I have better things to take care of right now.” Steve sneered out to him as he continued past the shocked Director and a surprised Agent Hill. Steve continued walking out of the hangar and down the hallway straight for the elevator that would take him up to his office. He waited as patiently as he could while the elevator made it’s ascent but he could feel himself growing more excited as he watched the numbers light up as the elevator moved up. He could feel his cock twitching in his suit as he shifted from foot to foot with the anticipation building for him.

Finally the elevator dinged and the doors barely opened wide enough for Steve as he quickly walked out of the elevator and down the hall to his office. It didn’t take him long to stand in the doorway and spot Sunshine sitting at her desk typing away on her computer. She looked up with a furrowed brow and then her eyes cleared with a happy glint as she recognized him.

”Captain!” She greeted happily as she stood from her chair and Steve met her at the corner of her desk. He quickly grabs her hand and drags her into his office, closing and locking the door behind them before crowding her up against it. She gasps softly as she tilts her head up to stare at him with wide eyes.

“I need to know if you’re interested in me. Sexually and romantically. Because I don’t think I can hold back anymore.” He said seriously and watched as her brow furrowed slightly and then a smirk slid across her face.

“Did you finally figure it out Captain?” She asked him teasingly as her hands slid up his chest to grip the leather straps on his uniform tightly and pulled him down towards her. Her lips captured his in a heated slick messy kiss that had Steve groaning into her mouth as his body fell flush against hers and held her in place against the door.

“Fuck doll.” He breathed out to her when he felt his mind go numb.

“Language, Captain.” She teased him and Steve growled at her while his hands slid down to her skirt clad ass and lifted her up against his body as her arms wrapped around his neck.

Steve blindly turned towards his desk and swiped an arm across it to get rid off all the things that were on top of it. The loud crash made Sunshine flinch in his arms as she looked down at the mess he had made while Steve hurriedly seated her on the desk and pushed her back to lay down on it. He was panting as he slid the skirt up her hips, he knew he wouldn’t be able to wait with her not after all of the daydreams he’d been having about her.

“I won’t be able to wait. I won’t be able to prepare you.” He told her darkly and she looked up at him with a sultry look on her face as her hands glided down her body to her thighs which opened widely for him. His eyes darted down as she showed him the wet spot on her light blue panties and Steve groaned loudly while one hand fell to the bulge in his pants and palmed himself. “Damn.” He breathed out huskily and she smirked up at him.

“C’mon Captain, make me scream for you.” She simpered and Steve felt his cock harden further in his pants. He quickly unbuckled his suit as Sunshine slipped her panties down her hips and legs. She was getting ready to drop them to the floor when Steve grabbed her hand and slipped the panties from her hand and into his pocket.

“You’ll get them back when the other personnel hear you scream my name.” He husked out to her and she moaned loudly at his words. Steve then gripped under her knees and slid her across his desk to his waiting cock that fell onto her skin above her pubic bone with a loud slap.

“Won’t take long.” She whimpered out as she squirmed on his desk. He chuckled softly as he glided his cock between her wet folds and nearly groaned with how good she felt. But no matter how much he had dreamed of this reality was infinitely better. Steve guided his cock down her folds and felt himself notch inside of her as a gasp was ripped out of him.

“Oh doll. This-I’m not going to last long now. But I swear I’ll make up for it. Been dreaming about doing this to you.” He began to babble to her and she tilted her head to the side with curiosity.

“For how long?” She asked breathlessly as he began to slow push into her. Steve focused on sliding his cock fully into her and only looked up at her when he was seated within her to the hilt.

“Months.” He whispered and she moaned loudly as she arched her back against his desk.

“You mean you could’ve been fucking me months ago?!” She hissed at him as her hands clenched at the edge of the desk to try to ground herself. Steve groaned loudly and pulled back from her at her words before sliding back into her.

“Oh shit.” He hissed and began to fuck himself into her at a steady even pace. She gasped and her legs came up to hook around his waist while her heels dug into his ass.

“Oh, there! Yes Captain!” She cried out loudly and Steve groaned as he began to pick up his pace. Soon Sunshine wasn’t even saying words as she cried out loudly. Steve gripped her hips as he kept thrusting into her feeling her walls flutter around his cock, he lifted her hips slightly and when he slid his cock back into her she screamed with pleasure. Sunshine was thrashing against the desk as Steve continued to move inside of her, her hair was plastered to her forehead as sweat dripped from her body, her hips were undulating against Steve’s as he fucked her harder and she screamed as her body trembled underneath him. “C’mon Captain, fill me up.” She panted out to him as her eyes stared directly into his. “I want all of it.” She told him and Steve moaned loudly as he slammed his cock up into her as his cum spurted up into her as he came.

Steve hovered over her as he slowly caught his breath while she panted underneath him. The two of them gazed into each other’s eyes adoringly and Steve smiled before leaning forward and capturing her lips with his. He hummed satisfied as he gathered her in his arms and pulled slowly away from her lips.

“I can’t believe we could’ve been doing that for months.” She panted out to him, her voice sounding raspy with all the screaming she had done. Steve chuckled softly at her words before tilting his head from side to side.

“That’s my fault.” He said softly and she nodded her head quickly at his words.

“Oh yes, I blame you fully for withholding yourself from me.” She teased him and Steve chuckled again while her hands came up to cup his face. “We have quite a lot of time to make for Captain.” She informed him and Steve felt his blush heat his face as she grinned at him. “Let’s go get dinner and then we can go back to my place.” She suggested and Steve grinned down at her while blinking owlishly.

“Are you asking me out to dinner?” He asked teasingly and she rolled her eyes at him.

“Well I mean after that workout you just put me through it’s the least you could do.” She teased him and Steve chuckled before pressing a sweet kiss to her lips.

“It’s a date then.” He told her and beamed at him while still laying out on his desk.

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🌸 to offer my muse a flower. - Ember

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Ashton stares at the tiny cactus with a tiny flower almost confused by it for a second. He placed his book down to turn to her as she began to explain. "Yeah, thought I heard you moving down to the apartment across me," he wondered if she'll be able to survive all alone in an apartment. He hoped for the best. But he also broke into a small smile hearing how the cactus came to be, "aw, you sure? You did take care of it yourself. That's pretty good for it being winter." He accepted the little pal, "thank you.. and- I'm glad, that the plants are helping you out, Rosie would be thrilled too y'know." Ash pointed up to the floor above them, seeing that they're now weirdly... floor neighbours, "and well, if you want to see it, or want it back, you know where to find me."

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A Moment's Surprise--Chapter 9

Whether it’s called an accident or the fates of the universe, you and Calum find yourselves taking on the next level of your relationship: parenthood.

Reader (Gender Neutral) X Calum. Multi-chapter Series.

Series Note: Across this series, pregnancy is discussed thoroughly. While I have made this series specifically a reader insert and have done my best to avoid coding for cis women, I am taking this moment to acknowledge that this content may not be suitable for every reader. I want to acknowledge even if I’ve been careful some things (like uteri) are still mentioned and if that causes you discomfort please DO NOT read this. You may keep scrolling (as there is a read more) / skip this as necessary.

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As the weeks pass of the tour, you and Calum find a rhythm. He calls when he wakes in the mornings, usually right around the time you take a quick 15 minute break at work and step outside. Sometimes you’ll walk the building, other times you’ll just sit and enjoy the sun. Though the conversations are short, you two are able to reconnect on the most pressing things. Like the venue for the babyshower finally confirms you all being able to get the convention room for September 17th or Calum finally hitting the green on his practice GED tests, which means he’s more than likely to pass the real one, or the updates from the doctor about how the weight and blood pressure are progressing for you.

Throughout the day, small things will get sent through text. Like you ask Calum to verify the guestlist when he gets the chance, or sending him pictures of cute little onesies you spy out with Joy. Or Calum will send you pictures from all the places he stops at or he tells you that he confirmed the guestlist last week but he can resend the email so it’s at the top of your inbox. There’s of course memes and silly things you two find on the corners of the internet that you two are one.

In the evenings that they don’t have a show, Calum calls after he knows you’ve had dinner so that the two of you talk until you fall asleep. When he does have a show, you set an alarm to get up and talk about how the show went. On days that you have a doctor's appointment, Calum knows he’s going to get a bump update. He clings to his phone on those days, wanting nothing more than to know what fruit his baby boy is being compared to and when he finds out, he runs to the other guys to celebrate.

Tonight is a night that Calum doesn’t have a show, so from the couch of the tour bus, Calum watches you snuggle into the sheets back at home. “Looks comfy,” he comments.

“Missing you,” you return. “But I do have Duke.” Turning down the covers, you’re able to show off Duke who’s burrowed next to you.

Calum laughs. “I’m glad he’s taking good care of you.”

“Did you talk to Joy today?”

“Yeah,” he nods. “After I called you this morning, I talked to her.”

You nod, knowing Joy had mentioned missing Calum just by a second earlier in the week. “Where’s next for you?”

Calum shrugs for a moment but he does turn his attention away for a moment, “Texas is next? Ash, is that right?”

“Yeah, Texas. I think there are three shows.”

Calum looks back at you, “Texas.”

“All my exes live in Texas,” you sing, mostly in jest but the lyric does cause you to pause. Calum’s laughter echoes through your speakers. “Can I confess something?” You ask after the laughter subsided.

“Yes, love. You always can.”

“I read through some delivery stories on my break.” You pause and Calum nods, signaling that he’s listening. “What if I shit myself in delivery?”

From Calum you hear a stifled laugh but in the background Ashton howls his laughter. You know it sounds ridiculous. But there’s the inkling of fear. What would anyone think of you should it happen to you? Sure nurses may be used to it but it worries you. Calum throws a half hearted swat at Ashton and the laughter quiets but you can tell both men are close to cracking again should they share more than a second look.

“Babe, what—what are you talking about?” Calum asks, keeping his gaze on you.

“When I’m pushing. I’ve heard some people accidentally poop themselves. What if I shit myself?”

“What has your doula said about this?” The laughter is slowly leaving his voice.

“I’ll meet with her tomorrow, so I haven’t brought it up to her yet. I know it sounds silly. But I don’t want to shit on our baby or myself!”

Calum nods. “I hear you. I’m sure all the nurses and doctors there are more than equipped to handle it should it happen. But let’s see what might cause it and what we can do to avoid it, okay?”

It’s logical but still a bit of the fear remains. “I’m not losing it you know? It’s a real thing.”

“I'm sorry for laughing. I do believe it’s a real thing and I think if I were in your shoes I would be worried too. It mostly took me by surprise, love.”

“Imagine my surprise too,” you exhale out through your own bout of laughter.

“I’ll still love you even if you do shit yourself in delivery,” Calum offers softly to you. “And any other time too?”

“I’ll love you too, even if you get old and need adult diapers.”

“I disgustingly adore this,” Ashton chimes in from the background. “It’s actually insane how much I adore this but also disgusting because it’s not happening to me.”

Calum cracks a smile. “I’m sure it’s much more thrilling to have the shitting yourself during delivery conversation rather than the would you still love them if they were a worm.”

“But I would then be a worm? Why does it matter?” you ask.

Calum only laughs watching something out of the scope of the phone. “Ashton’s mad at me but he knows I’m right,” he giggles out before landing his gaze back on you. “There was a thing about significant others asking if the other would still love them if they were a worm. I’m shocked you didn’t catch wind of that fiasco on social media.”

“No, I did. But like I would be a worm. It doesn’t matter,” you laugh.

“So you’re saying you wouldn’t love me if I was a worm?”

“Calum—you would in fact be a worm. I would care that you were safe and that you felt your short lived worm life was full but you would be a worm.”

He squeaks at your response. “So if I suddenly turned into a worm tomorrow, you’d just not care?”

“You absolutely did not include the human being of you suddenly turned into a worm. That’s a different scenario.”

“Different, huh?”

“Calum Thomas Hood, I would love you and do what I could to turn you back into a human. But if you are saying you were a worm from the start, that is an entirely different scenario.”

Ashton’s voice floats in from the background. “Oh how the tables have turned.”

“Stay out of this, Irwin. You’ve caused enough trouble as is,” Calum retorts. “It’s important that I know if worm me is getting the same love as human me.”

“Sounds like a suddenly turned worm you would be, but if you were just a regular ol’ worm, I’d watch out,” Ashton giggles.

The worm debate only lasts for a minute or two longer, as Calum concedes that maybe it is a slightly different scenario to suddenly be turned into a worm than it would be to be a worm since the start. In the silence after the tufts of laughter, Calum watches you snuggle in even deeper under the covers. A yawn interrupts your statement, but Calum doesn’t seem to care too much about it as he asks, “Sleepy, love?”

“A smidgen,” you answer. “But I was going to say that I’m sad to have missed the LA shows. Joy said the second show was great.”

Calum nods. “They were both great shows. I missed seeing the little finger wags in the audience,” Calum laughs, referencing the dance his mother is notorious for.

You--in the times before realizing you were pregnant--had agreed to go to the first LA show. However, once you got word of the baby it quickly became a question of how far along you would be, how much would you be showing, and did the two of you want to address the pregnancy publicly. Things kept pointing to you. At work, you kept to your normal attire though it was increasingly more and more clear that you were expecting. Your coworkers were a safe group of people to tell, but if you went to a show, it ran the risk of being spotted. If you got spotted, then questions about your dressing of choice would become a topic of conversation. If clothes came up, then the rumors would fly.

You not being there was the better choice as you knew or at least feared that things weren’t certain. Though the check ups were always good, the fear never left. On top of the fear, the last thing you wanted to do was to defend not only your relationship with Calum to others, you’d have to also defend your choice to still have this baby even if others didn’t agree with the order in which you and Calum were doing things. There was no winning for losing so you stuck to avoiding the battle if at all possible. Especially given how quickly things in pregnancy could shift. The last thing you wanted was to announce the pregnancy and then lose it. An already messy ordeal would then be made into a public display.

Even though it wasn’t a loss to have neither you or Joy go, the last thing you wanted for her was to feel chained to you. So you suggested that Joy could go to one of the shows. It might bring up questions as to why Joy was in town. But it was Joy, she was Calum’s mother and the thing more evident that Calum’s soft heart was the tenderness he had for his family. So Joy went to the show in your place and when she returned, she was all smiles the rest of the day. It made your heart soar at the sight. WEven though you’d missed out, there was still a win to come out of the change.

Calum watches you, the way your gaze looks unfocused on the screen. “Next time,” he offers. “And our little one will be on your hip and they’ll probably be fast asleep, but it’ll be the three of us, a little family.”

“We’ll be cheering Pops on from the wings,” you offer with a smile. You yawn again with the action. “I’m fading fast, love,” you whisper. Your eyes flutter close.

“I’ll stay on if you want until you fall asleep.”

“It’ll probably be the next five minutes,” you laugh. “Didn’t realize how tired I was until I laid down.”

“And I’ll stay on for all five of them.”

“Again--why is this not happening to me?” Ashton calls out. “You hang up first. No, you hang up first,” he teases.

“I know someone from work,” you call out, hoping that your voice will carry.

Calum’s laughter rings in your ears. Behind your closed eyelids, it sounds like he’s right next to you. Like at any second now his arms will slip around your waist and he’ll press a kiss to the back of your neck. Maybe--though it’s not really a question of if but when anymore--he’ll smooth a hand over your growing belly and he’ll whisper softly to the still in womb baby. His voice sounds like it could wisp along your neck. You let the thought carry you as far it can before sleep grips you fully.

Calum watches the steady rise and fall of the bed sheets. The phone falls just a little from the hold in your hand. You are gone--fully out to the woes of the world and he grins happy to see just how much tension leaves your face in your sleep. “Sleep well, angel,” he whispers before ending the call.

“So, who do they know from work?” Ashton asks.

Calum snickers. “It might be Deb or it could be Angie. Those are the two that I know from them that are more consistently recounting their dating life. Literally, I couldn’t tell you much else besides that.”

“Of course. Just my luck!”

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