#calum you are way too hot <3

[poisoneitherway]

devil's in the details pt. 2

#calum you are way too hot <3 #devil's in the details if said details are arms #calum hood #5sos #calum 5sos #5sosedit #my edit #moodboard #e* #ashton and michael are coming soon(ish) #one smiley photo was added to create distraction from his arms #details mb

[takemealivelh]

you wanna wait till tonight? || l.h. (part two)

it’s 2018. after last night, luke and daisy deal with the consequences of their reckless and restless fucking. it all goes to shit when they hook up again.

tw: cheating. mild sexual content.  

i know i promised this a while ago. i hope the wait was worth it.

part one

2.6k FEEDBACK IS ENCOURAGED AND APPRECIATED

“can i have your number?”

“no.”

she leaves the hotel room with her shoes in her hands. legs too shaky to wear heels right now. fuck. that was hot. that was actually so fucking hot she can’t believe it happened only two minutes ago. she’s still trying to regulate her breathing. how can you treasure a moment in your memory in a way that you can experience the same body response every time over and over again? she waits for the elevator. alone. it’s 3:23 am and she needs to go to sleep. hadn’t intended to stay out so late, just a quick fuck to feel better about herself. but luke had been so relentless. for so long. and now she can’t wait to get a cab and go pass out on her bed.

luke lays on top of the white comforter, naked. he looks out the window and sees the empire state. what a gorgeous view. he can’t believe he didn’t get her number. alright, i’ll give you mine then. and now she has the upper hand. his stay in nyc doesn’t end for another three days. he hopes she calls. or texts. maybe he can ask around. someone from the crew must’ve brought her to the party. but who?

they both sleep, thinking about the other. the body heat and the moans in the room. it would’ve been cool if he’d gone down on her. he seems like he’d know what to do.  why didn’t she give him her number? he really wants to see her again before flying back to la.

sun is shining through the window. it’s 8 am and his phone is going off. fuck quickly, luke picks up. “what?” he’s rather annoyed. “hey man,” michael sounds tired too. “car’s here in twenty. we’re having breakfast downstairs.” “right, right. give me five.”

what the fuck do i do with this number? she doesn’t want to just throw it away. but she can’t call him, can she? he’s a rockstar. it’s probably the number to a chinese place. and she can’t humiliate herself like that. not again. his name was sam. he was british and was playing gigs, trying to make it in america. she never really found out if he’d made it or not. she kinda just moved on really quickly.  she only goes to bed with rockstars she’s not that familiar with. maybe she’s heard them on a spotify playlist. 5 seconds of summer was an intriguing name but she didn’t really explore much further into their discography other than that song youngblood and that killer queen cover from the freddie mercury biopic. they were good, and their set was tight. she saw the show from the last row of the left gallery. hypnotized by how whiny the frontman’s seemingly perfect voice sounded, she decided she was gonna fuck that rock god that night. and she did. it’s called manifesting. 

after a quick shower, luke puts on pants when his phone rings again. he figures it’s another one of his bandmates, wondering where he is. it hasn’t even been that long, he rolls his eyes in silence. the ring insists and he checks the screen name. “hi love,” his voice is a little raspy and he clears his throat. “show was great. wish you were here,” he smiles into the sentence as he runs his fingers through his damp curls.

“where did you disappear to last night?”  “uh... was just tired, really.” luke shrugs off the question and reaches for a tall glass of orange juice. no one says anything and he looks at the three of them as he drinks. they avoid eye contact with him, he notices. “you’re awfully quiet today.” it’s uncharacteristic of them to not be chaotic at every meal. luke sets the glass down, “what’s up?” “nothing man, we just thought this was, like, a guys trip,” michael starts complaining and shrugging his shoulders to show his disappointment. calum sets his fork down and pats his friend’s back, trying to comfort him as he looks at his other friend. the one who bailed on them last night. “now you’ve made mikey upset.” ”don’t call me that.” luke frowns, kind of not understanding what’s going on. they know he still fools around on tour, don’t they? this is the second encounter of the american leg. did they seriously not know? “you need to get your shit together, man.” ashton cleans his glasses on his shirt and puts them back on. he hates that luke does this. his girlfriend doesn’t deserve it but it’s not his place to tell her anything. so, he keeps his mouth shut around her. but it’s gonna be real fucking hard once they go back to la because luke has been a stupid motherfucker since the european leg of tour. ashton sighs. there’s a family having pancakes on the table next to them. the little boy makes a mess with the syrup. his mother wipes his face clean with a napkin while his father talks business on the phone. “we need to get going,” michael finally breaks the silence that’s been reigning for the past three minutes. “interview’s in an hour.”

12.14 pm breakfast has been on his head ever since. he wasn’t really concentrated in the questions the radio host was asking them. luke could only ask himself two things. why do they care? why hasn’t she texted? it hits him like a flash. the small talk they had in the cab on the way to the hotel. “you liked the show?” she nodded. “and i liked the way you move.” a small smirk on her lips, making him blush a little. “thank you guys. we’re off the air.” luke followed his bandmates out of the studio and into the dressing room. “you okay?” ashton pats his back. “yeah.” he checks his phone as michael gets a bottle of water from the mini fridge and the other two sit on the couch. why hasn’t she texted? it’s not like they’d had a meaningful connection, not really. it had been mind-blowing sex, of course. but that’s not enough to know someone, is it? did he learn anything about her as she sucked him off? he knows she’s daring, she’s spontaneous and confident. and he likes that. he also knows real life will eventually happen in a few days. but he just wants to stay in the fantasy a little longer. he’s been with his girlfriend for a year and things are hard between them. at least with daisy, this new york girl, things seemed to be easy. until she left. and now he’s wondering if he misinterpreted the whole thing. “hey, dude,” michael greets the crew guy that walks in with the new itinerary. he hands a copy to each band member. “did you have fun last night?” the guy shrugs his shoulders. “remember i told you i’d gotten a date outside the venue? well, she ditched me. probably left with someone else.” luke’s eyes burn the screen to avoid the man’s stare. did he steal his date? “shit,” calum pats the cigarette pack in his pocket. “was she the one who sang love is a battlefield at the bar afterwards?” “nah.” luke’s heart pounds in his ear. “she was wearing this over-the-top makeup. like, orange eyeshadow and shit.” he remembered that hue well. it was a glossy finish that glistened under the moonlight. he appreciated when she closed her eyes, because he could admire her freedom of expression. his stomach sinks. he feels so bad.

daisy gets back to work from lunch. she’s a broadcast technician in z100 new york radio. when she walks past the dressing rooms on her way to the studio, she hears a familiar voice. the door is half open and the sign reads 5 seconds of summer. “fuck,” she curses under her breath, picking up the pace and refusing to look inside.  “hey layla,” she sets her bag on the chair next to the broadcast console. “is teddy done editing?” the other woman nods her head as she chews on gum. “he said he’d drop the script by on his way to lunch.” 12.45 pm “alright,” she sighs and runs a hand through her long, wavy, brown hair. sitting down in front of the mixer, she opens up the radio software and starts setting it up for the next transmission in fifteen minutes. “you should’ve come here earlier, though.” “why’s that?” “this band, 5sos they call it... like, those guys are fit as fuck. like damn.” daisy tries to fake a laugh, “did they leave already?” as soon as the words leave her mouth, teddy -a man in his fifties, and the producer of the show- walks in with a binder and hands it over to the girls “so, the frank ocean interview fell through. and rick called in sick, so we’re gonna just play singles for the rest of the day. you girls can go home if you want. i can take it from here.” bubblegum pops in layla’s mouth. “don’t have to tell me twice.” “oh, before i forget. daisy,” teddy points back to the dressing rooms. “luke is asking for you.” the woman frowns in confusion. layla widens her eyes as she looks at her co-worker. the man doesn’t seem to notice the awkwardness in her body, and so he leaves. “who’s luke?” “shut up.”

the door is half open and he sees her walk by. how couldn’t he when her boots made such a squeaky noise? he remembers that spongebob squarepants episode and he smiles, and then hates himself for it. she looks like a diamond, jeans and a green tank top. he wonders what her eye makeup looks like. he sits on the couch with ashton and calum. they don’t talk to him. haven’t uttered a work since teddy came by and luke asked about her.  a knock on the door. the blond springs up in half a second. he clears his throat as michael rolls his eyes and brings his stare back to his phone.  “uh, hi,” daisy’s voice is cautious when she peeks her head inside, immediately focusing on luke’s tired smile. his leather jacket makes his shoulders look ridiculously broad and she tries her best to keep the composure. if no one else was in the room, she probably would’ve jumped him. burying her hands on his perfect curls. their lips biting each other’s. the rest of the band eye her. she won’t come in and ashton immediately picks up the dynamic. she’s the girl. she’s the girl luke cheated on his girlfriend with. at least one of them. he’d interfere, but his friend looks like there are no thoughts in his brain. just the face of the girl in front of them.  “the producer said you were asking for me?” “um, yeah.” he nods imperceptibly, feeling his hands go cold all of the sudden. the tension in the room is too much. the rest of the band hates him, he just wants that woman in a bed. wants that pretty blue on her eyelids to glisten. “can we talk outside? i wanted to ask you something about the interview.”  worst excuse ever. “oh, okay.” her head disappears and luke walks out of the room. he stands close to her, close enough to smell her shampoo. she shoves her hands in her pockets and looks around.  “you didn’t text.” daisy shrugs, “i didn’t think you’d show up at my work.” “i didn’t know either.” they fall silent for a few seconds before layla shows up with her purse in her hand. “you ready?” peeling her eyes off luke’s, daisy nods her head.  “we gotta go,” she tells the man. “meeting,” she lies. “um... alright. can you... i mean, if you want we could... i mean, like...” layla looks up at her taller friend. she can tell the man wants her to himself. “actually, molly cancelled the meeting,” she chimes in, putting a hand on daisy’s shoulder. “this one’s free.” daisy calls layla a motherfucker in her head.  “we have soundcheck for tonight’s show actually.” luke looks for daisy’s eyes. “i was wondering if you wanted to check it out.”

she’s not sure how she ends up in a car with him, but it doesn’t matter anyway. his hand is on her thigh, dangerously close to where she’s throbbing. she breaks a small sweat and looks out the window. luke wonders if he’s pushing it too far, and he’s about to remove his hand when daisy closes her eyes, rests her head on the back of the carseat and parts her legs a bit wider so luke can grab her flesh. a smirk on his lips.  “calm down,” she chuckles, feeling his eyes burning her body. the man has electricity running through his veins. she’s a shot of adrenaline. a boost of serotonin and dopamine. every good drug he’s ever done, he’s as intoxicated with her, completely lucid. “i want to fuck you tonight,” he murmurs close to her ear. the driver doesn’t seem to listen to whatever the two are doing. daisy chuckles softly. that small laugh that makes her lips curve into a devastating smile. “you wanna wait till tonight?” she whispers back, looking at him through thick eyelashes and so much lustful energy. his knees are weak.

the band walks up onstage. ashton tries out the kick, calum plugs in his bass, michael adjusts his pedals and luke grabs the mic. he looks up at the balcony in front, daisy waves at him. the venue is a thousand-seats club in manhattan, and when she found out they were going to play at the irving plaza, she got even more excited. she’s always wanted to come here for a show. the place really is beautiful. “one, two... hello we’re 5 seconds of summer,” luke speaks into the microphone and the whole place resonates with his voice. “should we start with want you back?” he asks his bandmates. none of them says a word, but ashton nods and counts a one two three four with his drumsticks. can't help but wondering if this is the last time that I'll see your face? luke’s eyes focus on daisy and he sings those first two lines as if they were directed at her. 

it’s all kissing and grinding against the wall of the bathroom. they’d locked it.  there are no words in the air, just the faint sound of their heavy breathing. lips on lips on skin on lips. he doesn’t wanna talk, just needs to eat her whole. it’s the only thing that keeps his racing mind shut down. the whole thing with the band, it guilt-tripped him. the judgy looks and the ambiguous sarcasms they’d given him, it all fades to nothing when he is as intoxicated by her lips and her skin and the way she drags him closer by his shirt.  daisy can’t help it, she knows he’s leaving and this might be a bad idea, because she can’t get attached to someone so good leaving so soon. but his hot breath against her neck before he licks the spot that makes her skin bristle, they have her stupid. just the thought of how big he is against her leg. she reaches down to palm it and luke moans a bit louder in her ear. “you like this?” she whispers, feeling his thigh tightening against her core. she’s wet. and the natural lubricant makes it easier to roll her pelvis against his pants.  it’s hot. it’s wrong. it’s a forbidden passion. none of them want to stop. because if they do, they’ll know they’re fucking up. and why feel shitty when you can feel this good?

#luke hemmings #luke hemmings smut #luke hemmings fanfic #5sos smut #i don't have a tag list D':

[tessa-liam]

Smoke and Mirrors

Smoke and Mirrors 

-6- You Are the Reason 

Book: The Royal Romance Finale +, Alternate Universe 

Series Premise: Hidden in the shadows, poised to challenge the status quo are enemies of the state. The loyalties and honesty of family and of friends will be tested. ‘Keep your friends close, your enemies closer.’ 

•Catch up: Smoke and Mirrors Masterlist 

•Main Pairing: Liam Rys x F!MC Riley Brooks-Rys, OTP ‘LiRi’ 

   2nd Pairings: Leo Rys x Amalas 

                         Drake Walker x F!OC Delaney Leigh  

All characters belong to Pixelberry except Delaney Leigh, Officer Alex Cossoy, Geoffrey Bessler (Amalas’ head guard) 

•Rating: M🔞*Series Warnings: NSFW material, sexual innuendo, adult language/swearing/drinking, gun violence. 

•Category: Alternate Universe/on-going series/angst/fluff 

•Words: 1774, Read: 9 minutes 

Chapter 6: You Are the Reason 

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Chapter Summary: Arriving back at the Monterissan palace, discoveries are uncovered, and fears are realized. 

Music Inspiration: Need You Now – Lady Antebellum 

                                 You Are the Reason – Calum Scott 

A/N1: My submission for @choicesflashfics Week #27, Prompt #3 - “I don’t know if I want to know the answer, but what are you doing?” 

***insert picture 

Monterisso Royal Palace - Seaside Balcony 

It had just turned 10 p.m. and the sun was setting over the Mediterranean Sea. The cool pool water was refreshing as Riley leaned back to submerge under the surface. Even though it was late evening, the temperature in the Capital was still 43 degrees C. 

Amalas slowly lifted her gaze up when she noticed Geoffrey, her head royal guard, step onto the terrace beside the jacuzzi. 

“Your Majesty, please excuse my interruption.” 

“Yes, Geoffrey?” 

“King Liam’s Royal motorcade has arrived at the palace.” 

“Thank you.” Amalas sat up and reached for a towel. 

Noticing Riley was getting out of the pool, “Hey, Ri? Is the pool is too cool for you?” 

Riley laughed, “oh no, the water is amazing. I totally forgot how hot it was out here tonight.” 

“Where are you off to? Would you like another iced tea?” 

“I would love that, thanks. Let me just check on the girls quickly; I will be right back.” 

“I wonder why Liam is coming back tonight?” 

“I am not sure; Leo messaged me earlier and said that they had hit a dead end,” 

Completely unaware that Liam and Leo had just walked out onto the terrace behind her, Riley slipped into her sandals. Liam lifted his finger to his lips to signal to Amalas not to alert her. 

Amalas chuckled as she watched her surprised friend turn and then ‘yelp’ when she was lovingly encased in the arms of her husband from behind, as Liam caught her off guard. 

“My love, maybe it would be better if you join me in the jacuzzi instead of roaming around the palace in your towel?” Liam whispers in his smooth, deep baritone into her ear. 

Smirking, Liam grins as Riley shakes her head. 

“Well, I’m delighted you came home early,” Riley coos. 

Turning and slipping her hands up Liam’s chest, she reaches up to kiss him ‘hello’.  

“Hey, Ri, how is the water?” Leo interrupts. 

Sauntering up to Leo, Amalas quips, “well, there is another way to find out.” 

Leo leans down to kiss her cheek. “Is that so? Care to take a swim with me?” 

Amalas coyly smiles, “follow me.” 

*** 

“So, tell me, Liam, what happened today? What changed?” 

Liam looked at the ceiling, “I overheard that the Interpol intelligence reports showed that this palace would likely be the location of where my ‘supposed’ sister would be.” 

“Liam, who did you overhear?” 

“Alex Cossoy. He was confiding that to Olivia.” 

“Oh my God, here?” Riley gasped. 

“He told Olivia that his gut feeling was that this woman has a connection to the royal guard here in the palace through Bastien.” 

“Bastien? Bastien again! It seems like there is a covert underground spy network between our countries.” 

“Well, I am delegating this investigation to my brother. Leo has agreed to head the investigation with the assistance of Interpol here in Monterisso.  

Since Officer Cossoy is assigned to Cordonia, he will lead the investigation from our palace. Olivia has already offered her assistance to Interpol. 

Liam stopped, turning to Riley, “I need to get you and Ellie out of Monterisso now. It's not safe here; we are going home.” 

Spotting the King and Queen walking towards her, Mara, who was standing guard outside the princess’ room, bows. 

“Your Majesties.” 

Riley nods and walks inside of her daughter’s room. 

“Hello Mara, any issues to report?” Liam asks, noticing the guard’s attention was focused behind his right shoulder. “Your Majesty, I need to report a concerning incident that I witnessed earlier this evening.” 

Officer Cossoy, responding to Mara’s request stepped alongside Liam. 

*** 

Mediterranean Sea, Monterisso 

“Never have I ever, ever thought I would someday be swimming in the Mediterranean,” Delaney smiled widely. 

Drake answered back, “never have I ever thought I would be skinny dipping with a hot blond in the Mediterranean." He raised his eyebrows and grinned. “...but, here we are!” 

Wanting to get closer, he stepped forward. admiring her curves underneath her bikini top. 

“Well, not yet, anyway.” Drake chuckled reaching for the tie of her top. 

“I don’t know if I want to know the answer, but what are you doing?” Delaney asked curiously. 

“I think it’s time to teach you how to swim.” 

Delaney gasped and started to walk backwards away from him. 

“Tonight? Are you sure that’s a good idea?” 

“Not in a lake, not in a pool, but in open water,” he told her confidently. 

She stared at him, “you mean like, here in the ocean?” 

Delaney had told Drake her fear of deep water. Drake had made a promise of teaching her to swim so that her fears would diminish. 

He nodded, “I know you can do this.” Walking towards her, Delaney stared at his broad, ripped chest. 

Delaney thought about it, “Why are you so sure I can do it?” 

Drake smiled, “Because you’re smart and beautiful, and you can do anything you put your mind to. 

Come on, get your suit off and come here,” waggling his brows he closed the distance, drawing her close. 

“And there it is!” Delaney giggled. 

*** 

Eleanor’s Chamber 

The nightlight glowed soft blue as Riley entered the room. Ellie was wide awake, sitting on the bed, holding her lovey tightly. 

“Mommy!” Her bottom lip quivering as she raised her arms for a hug. 

“Sweetheart, what is it?” Riley rushed to her bedside and enveloped her daughter in her arms as Ellie started to cry. 

“I’m scared. I want to go home.” 

Riley knelt down beside her. 

“It is late. I am sorry you are afraid. Tell me about your bad dream.” 

“Mommy, I didn’t have a dream.” 

“If you cannot sleep, I will sit with you.” 

“I don’t like that lady.” 

Puzzled, Riley asks, “What lady, sweetie?” 

“The lady who was reading a story to me and Mikky. The one who looks like Daddy.” 

Shocked, Riley gasped, finding it hard to breathe. It took every strength to hold it together and to remain calm in front of her daughter. 

“Li..Li..Liaaammm” Riley cried out.   

*** 

Walking along the shore, hand in hand, Delaney and Drake were close to the palace as Drake started to slow. Looking sheepish, he turned, and paused scanning the outside perimeter of palace terrace. 

“Drake? Where did our backpacks go; I don’t see them anywhere.” 

“Stay here, I will run up and take a closer look.” 

Close to the exterior wall of the palace, he spotted a tall figure looking up to the terrace with binoculars. 

Slowing his movements, he called out, “excuse me, have you....” 

“Freeze!” 

Before his eyes, Drake watched as two men pointed their firearms at the figure in the shadows. 

‘Shit, what the hell?’ 

He stood motionless as the lone figure turned and started to run. 

A gunshot rang out as one of the men fired a warning shot into the air. 

His next thought was, ‘Delaney!’ as someone pulled Drake down to the ground from behind. 

“Who the fuck...”, Drake jostled hands off his shoulders. He stopped and turned as Olivia lifted her eyebrow. 

“Just say ‘thanks’, Walker.  

Drake felt relief when he spotted Delaney standing at a safe distance at the seashore. 

Olivia and Drake turned and noticed the lone figure being arrested; cuffed and led away, Lena was silent. 

*** 

Leo and Amalas heard the sound of a gunshot, as they were talking and lounging inside the jacuzzi. 

“What the hell!” Leo jumped up looking toward the barrier wall of the terrace. 

“Your highness, get down.” Geoffey shouted as members of the Monterissian Royal guard surrounded their queen. 

*** 

Liam pushed Mara aside as he bolted into Eleanor’s room. 

Noticing Riley’s fear stricken look and his daughter crying in her arms, he knelt down beside them and enveloped them protectively. 

Officer Cossoy entered next, with his gun drawn. Mara locked and secured the door behind her as she noticed royal guards standing at attention in the hall outside. 

“Your Majesties, there is a situation developing outside and the palace is in lockdown.” 

*** 

The sound of the engines could be heard from outside the SUV as it moved closer to the Royal jet on the tarmac. 

Riley watched Drake help Delaney out of the lead SUV already stopped up ahead. 

“Are you ready, my love?” Liam asked Riley, as he lifted Ellie, fast asleep, from her car seat. 

“I am.” 

He smiled, “Then let us go home.” 

Taking her hand, he led her to the door of the jet. 

“Your majesty,” Mara greeted as the nanny lifted the sleeping princess from Liam’s arms. 

As the jet took off, the sun was rising on the horizon. 

[getsojaded]

part iv: non-refundable || calum hood

word count: 3.9k+

warnings: barely anything prolly just swearing

a/n: <3 enjoy

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The trip was now only a single day away from happening, and Calum and Y/N hadn’t talked much since he had spent the night at her house after Michael’s. Y/N didn’t remember much from that night, having to be reminded of her poor decisions after waking up to Calum’s arm snaked around her waist, with soft snores leaving his mouth. She felt a source of warmth – comfort even – but before she could catch herself smiling at the scene, she abruptly jumped out of the bed, accidentally waking him up. He was out of the door within ten minutes, with her throwing apologies left and right for bothering him and disturbing his peace. Calum constantly reassured her that there was nothing to be sorry for, before leaving her house.

“What if I fall in love with him again?” Y/N asks Gabriella, sitting next to her in the massage chair. “You don’t need to fall in love with him again, you still are,” She simply states, as she’s choosing a polish colour for her toes. “Gab, I’m so scared. I have no idea what to expect from this getaway and what if it’s so awkward the whole time and-“

“Y/N, calm down. I booked us the salon so you could relax before you head off. Everything will be okay, it’s just Calum. You knew him before and you still know him now. You’re going to be fine.” 

She pauses for a minute at Gabriella’s words. Does she still know him? Has anything changed about him? Like the way he likes his coffee, what times he takes Duke out for walks, his go-to clothing stores, his-

“Miss, you’re phone’s ringing,” Y/N’s thoughts are cut off by the sweet lady pointing out her vibrating phone. Y/N gives her a quick thank you, before picking up her phone to register the contact calling. cal <3.

“So much for relaxing,” She sighs, before picking up the phone. “Hi Calum.” “Hey Y/N, just wanted to know what the plan was for tomorrow. Do we meet at the airport, meet at one of your houses, or?”

“Uh, you live closer to the airport, right? I’ll get Gab to drive me there.”

“Sounds good. I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.”

“Bye Cal-, Calum. See you tomorrow.” And with that, the line goes dead.

“Nice nickname catch.” Gab giggles, and if she was in reaching distance from Y/N, she would’ve shoved her lightly. “So you need me to drive to Cal’s tomorrow morning?” 

“Yes please.”

“Anything to assist in Operation: Make Calum Y/N’s.”

“Oh fuck off.”

—

Y/N didn’t get much sleep that night. She’d spend her night laying in bed, tossing and turning from thinking too much, get up from her bed and double check her luggage, and lay back down. She did that from 10:30 P.M to 3 A.M, unfortunately only falling asleep two hours before her alarm was supposed to ring. 

Waking up for her wasn’t too easy. She stayed in bed for another twenty minutes, now only giving her another twenty five to get ready as she aimed to leave her house at 5:45

Which also didn’t give her enough time to double check her bags for the tenth time, whispering a good “fuck it” before heading downstairs, coming to see her bestfriend with a cup of water in her hand, looking much more awake than she did. “Morning sunshine, you excited?” She asked, putting on her shoes and unlocking their front door. 

“You could say that,” Y/N groggily responded, lazily pulling her suitcase beside her as they made their way to Gabriella’s car. “Take it easy, okay? Just remember you’re there to have a good time. To get away for a little bit. Don’t be tense. Calum’s still Calum, and you’re still you. It’ll be alright.” Gabriella gives you those reassuring words as she starts the car. Y/N gives her a slight nod, promising to Gab, along with herself, to just unclench her jaw, be her own person, and have fun ; because that’s what’s truly important.

However, she couldn’t help but wonder what Calum’s intentions were for this vacation. Did he plan on outright ignoring her this whole time? Did he want to go clubbing every night and find some hot chick to hit up whenever he has a show in each city? Did he wanna find some inspiration and write some songs? No? There couldn’t be – he was on break with the band and wouldn’t want to feel pressured to do work there.

But before Y/N’s thoughts could continue any further, the drive to Calum’s place had come to an end. As the two girls got out of the car and unloaded it, Y/N shot Calum a quick text, simply stating that she was outside. 

“Have a safe flight, okay? I’ll see you later,” Gabriella says, pulling her into a tight hug. “I will, don’t miss me too much,” She lightly responds, giggling. “Text me everyday, alright? Give me updates on everything. And remember what I said earlier.” 

Don’t be tense. Calum’s still Calum, and you’re still you. It’ll be alright.

“I will, okay?” Y/N says, as they both hear the door unlock, revealing the one and only, dressed in black sweatpants and a navy hoodie, looking extremely comfy, as he held up his little dog, who also looks like he just woke up. “Get home safe, I’ll see you in two weeks!” She pulls away from the hug, allowing Gab to get back into the car.

“Text me when you land! Have fun, you two!” Gab exclaims from her car out the passenger window, earning a smile and a thumbs up from Calum. Calum makes his way up to Y/N with his luggage, setting Duke down and letting him walk around for a bit. 

“Look Duke, it’s Mama! Go say hi.” The little fluffball that Y/N missed so dearly runs up to her, tail wagging and tongue out. “Duke!” She exclaims, picking up and rocking him back and forth in her arms, giving him kisses all over his fur. “I’ve missed you, buddy.” 

Y/N meets Calum halfway, greeting one another with soft smiles and a side hug. “Morning, Cal.” 

“G’morning, you ready to go?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” 

“Perfect. Ash is like two minutes away, he’s gonna drop us off, bring Duke back home and house sit for the time being.”

“Sounds good.”

It’s awkward, there’s no denying it. There’s tension and they’re confused. Confused as to why they are struggling to find basic words to speak — they’ve never been in the position of not knowing to what to say to each other, and it’s weird. Unusual. Unnatural. 

Calum can’t ignore the pounding heart in his chest. As he watches the girl in front of him with her hair tied back and tired eyes, rock Duke back and forth as he plants kisses all over her face, he can’t help but remember the sweet memories of being able to witness that everyday. Duke loved her. Y/N loved him. Calum loved the both of them with everything in his heart. When she left, not only did Calum feel the void in his life, but his dog felt it too. And neither of them liked it whatsoever. 

Before Y/N can notice that Calum’s eyes were resting on her and Duke for a little longer than expected, Ashton rolls up in his car with the windows down. “Good morning lovebirds! Ready to go?”

“Shut the fuck up man.”

—

Checking in was fairly easy. Not overcrowded, no lineups for TSA and no overweight luggage, which Calum was pleasantly surprised to hear, because he expected that from Y/N. All they had to do now was wait until their plane was ready for boarding.

Sat beside each other, Calum glanced at Y/N’s phone, who was currently writing on her Notes app. “What’s that?” He asked her, pointing to her phone. “Oh, it’s nothing,” She sheepishly smiles in response. “I just did some research on what to do when we get there so I’ve been jotting down a bunch of good restaurants, nightclubs, hiking trails and all that.” 

He's unable to control the smile that forms on his face while she switches between her Safari and Notes tab, doing as much research as she can. “Always admired that ‘bout you. Always knowing what to do.” He simply stated. “Cause you never knew what to do!” She responded, causing the both of them to let out a chuckle. 

“You can’t lie, some surprise date ideas I had were pretty fuckin’ fire. You were pretty impressed by them, especially that rooftop dinner one for our one year?”

Y/N rolls her eyes at his statement but feels an immense amount of warmth from the memory of them two, getting wine drunk and enjoying some Alfredo pasta. “Didn’t you get Luke to help you out with that?” She asks him with a smirk on her face. Calum’s smile falls and turns into a pout, “I did most of the work!” 

“I know you did, I’m just teasing,” She responds, going back to her notes full of things to do, food to eat, and places to visit. “When we land, would you rather try this barbecue place or this ramen place? I think we land sometime around eleven, so maybe ramen would be a better dinner, cause it’ll be colder by the time we get there. But both restaurants close pretty late, so whatever’s up to yo-“

“Love, we have fourteen hours to decide that. Don’t get so worked up, we’ll talk about it when we land.” Calum cuts her off, placing a finger on her lip to keep her from speaking anymore. Y/N nods quickly, pretending to lock her lips and throw away the key, somewhere in that airport. 

The silence at six in the morning was fairly peaceful, enjoying the quiet due to the lack of commotion. Calum feels as if he could fall asleep right at this moment. He hesitantly shuffles closer towards Y/N, and rests his chin on her shoulder, closing his eyes. He hopes he’s not overstepping and making her uncomfortable. But from the way she moves her hand to fluff his hair up a little, he thinks his question is answered. 

“You tired?” She softly asks, looking down at the man with big, puffy, brown eyes. “‘Course I am. Too early for this.” He yawns. She lets out a soft giggle, responding with, “I had always thought you were more of a morning person than I am.” 

“I mean at one point I was, but things have changed. Can barely get up past eleven on my free days.” He whispers. “Yeah you’re right, things have changed…” She trails off, zoning out into the blue carpet beneath her. “Like what?” He asks. 

“I wake up at five am to get ready for work now.” Y/N simply states, causing Calum to get up from his position on her shoulder and look at her with wide eyes. “Why?!” He asks in shock. “Transferred locations, I work in Downtown now instead of in the plaza near my house. It sucks, but I get paid more, so it's kind of worth it.” 

“Never thought you could be capable of that.”

“Trust me, it wasn’t easy at first.” 

Silence. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but silence is the last thing they’re used to when it comes to each other. They used to go for hours and hours speaking, laughing, and everything in between. They definitely had worries about the awkward aspect of this vacation, but now that they’re now — actually — in the position, it’s biting them both. And now, Y/N can feel her shoulders tense up and Calum can feel his jaw tighten. 

“Are you scared?” Calum asks her. He knows it’s a difficult conversation to have, but it’s either now or never. He doesn’t want to have to spend half the time in Japan worrying about it. 

“Of what?” Y/N replies, already half knowing what the boy beside her is talking about. “You know what.”

“Do you want me to answer that honestly?” 

He looks at her with a confused expression. “What kind of question is that? Of course I do.” 

Here she goes. 

“Yeah, I’m scared. I’m scared and I’m terrified and I’m nervous. I lowkey feel like my head is about to explode and I literally keep feeling like I need to pee when I really don’t,” She rambles, running her fingers through her head and groaning. “I’m like, not the only one that feels this way too, right?” 

Calum laughs lightly at her nervous rambling. “No, you’re not. Shit has been messing with my head ever since I woke up this morning. Ever since I found out we had no other choice to go together, actually. I feel so scared, but like, not in a paranoid way. More of like, in an I’m gonna shit myself’ way. Do you get it?” 

“Yes, and no…? What the fuck kind of example was that?” Y/N laughs, resulting in Calum giving her a light shove. “Well, what are you scared of?”

“You go first.” 

“No, I asked you first.”

“Actually Y/N, I asked you first which is why this conversation even started. Now answer.”

“Well.. before these last couple of weeks, the last time I’d properly seen you was when we… you know. And we both know it wasn’t on the best of terms. We kind of just.. left it at what it was. Which I do regret. And now we’re here, having to go on this trip that we forgot about and couldn’t find a solution for. I’d be lying if I said that I was ecstatic to be here, but I’d also be lying if I said that this was the worst possible thing to ever happen to me. I just, don’t wanna spend this vacation with a bunch of tension between us and feeling like you hate me. We’ve pushed aside whatever’s happened between us for the brief times we’ve been around each other, but now it’s just us. We’re kind of forced to face it. And I guess I was scared of talking about it as well? I was scared about how you feel towards me. For a good chunk of time, I thought you hated me. And I don’t know, I’m not the best with confrontation, and I know you’re not one to put your feelings out on the line without hesitation. So..” 

He nods at her slowly, taking the time to process everything that she’s said. Yeah, she did end up rambling just a little bit, but he understands. It makes sense to him, and he feels the same way. Y/N notices the silence from Calum, which gets her just a little bit nervous, “Oh no. Did I fuck vacay up before it even started?” 

Calum’s head snaps up towards her, shaking his head to reassure her. “No, no, no. I was just taking it all in. You didn’t fuck anything up. I feel the same way. I was scared you’d want nothing to do with me, and I was honestly surprised at the kindness you’ve been treating me with. We’re not good at talking about this kind of shit, I know. But I want to make this trip as laid back as possible.” Y/N nods, urging him to continue. “If you want to talk about.. that night, we can. If you don’t want to, we don’t have to. I just want us to be on the same page for the next two and a half weeks. I’m still me, and you’re still you. It’s just us. We know us. I know things aren’t the same as they were before, but at the end of the day, you’re Y/N and I’m Calum. And we get along. For the most part at least.” He jokes at the end, earning a soft laugh from her. 

“Yeah, for the most part,” She responds, flashing him a tired smile. “Would you rather talk about it now, or later? Also could be never, it’s up to you.” 

“What do you want?” He asks, Y/N shaking her head in response.

“No, what do you want?” 

“Don’t do this.” 

“That’s exactly what I’m doing.” 

“But-“ 

“Good morning, passengers. This is the boarding announcement for Flight 1120 to Tokyo, Japan. We are now inviting passengers to begin boarding at this time. We kindly ask that you have your boarding pass and identification ready. Last boarding call will begin in approximately fifteen minutes. Thank you!”

“I guess it can wait, just a little longer then,” Calum says, silently thanking the universe for the time collision. He wasn’t ready to tell her the truth, not just yet. He gets up from his seat, brushes off his pants and extends his arm out. “Ready to go, Miss Y/N?” 

She gladly takes his hand, with her luggage in the other, getting up from her seat as well. “As ready as I’ll ever be, Mr. Calum.” 

—

“Miss Y/N, since we’ve landed, have you decided between that ramen or barbecue place you were contemplating on back in LA?” 

Eleven hours, a solid nap, and a missed meal later, the pair had finally arrived in the heart of Tokyo. The plane ride went decently well, to say the least. Turbulence had slightly frightened Y/N, resulting in her having to clutch onto Calum’s arm as they took off. She ended up falling asleep with her hands still wrapped around his forearm, her head falling onto his shoulder. Before Calum could even process the nature of the situation, he had knocked out as well. Which led them to missing out on the food that was being passed around.

“Hmm.. I’m gonna have to go with ramen. It’s closer, and I’m starving.” Y/N responds, rubbing her tummy. “Ramen it is,” Calum laughs, mimicking her actions. “Do we need to call a taxi? Or is it walking distance?”

Y/N takes out her phone and quickly opens Google Maps, holding it out and trying to match the direction they were supposed to walk. “Seven minute walk. You ready?” She asks. 

“Lead the way, Miss Aux Cord.”

It’s a comfortable temperature at 11 P.M. in Tokyo. It’s warm, but cold enough to wear sweatpants and a hoodie without sweating. Which was pretty lucky for Y/N, Calum, and their sweatsuits.

Calum swears the stars shine brighter here than they do in Los Angeles. He can’t help but admire the numerous small bright dots in the sky, looking up for a brief moment every few seconds. 

Calum has to stop himself from wrapping his arms around Y/N’s body, looking away from her every time he gets the sudden urge. He’s so used to being able to touch her without any worry. Grabbing her hand while they're walking, coming up from behind and grabbing her waist while she’s making breakfast, and sticking an arm out half asleep, reaching for her body to pull her closer. It’s so natural for him, and it had been that way for the past three years of his life. And it took him some time to adjust to the lack of Y/N that was now his new normal. He got used to it, eventually, but that doesn’t mean he wanted to. 

He squeezes his eyes shut in an attempt to get rid of his feelings, but it fails to work. He looks at her, and feels the same butterflies he had in his stomach from five years ago, as if nothing has changed. He hopes he can manage his feelings for two and a half weeks. He told himself so, so many times before: Do not let things get complicated due to you not knowing how to love. Easier said than done, however. As he takes one too many glances at the woman beside him, he comes to the realization that this trip is going to be one hell of a challenge. And that she’s the golden prize.

Y/N eyes linger around the main street the two of them were currently walking on, eyeing the neon signs and different vehicles driving on the road. She takes a mental snapshot of places she hadn’t seen while doing her research, noting to try and hit those places during their time here. She doesn’t notice the way he keeps looking at her, with that bittersweet, yet lovestruck expression. She doesn’t notice the way his fists ball up to prevent himself from reaching out for her. And, of course she doesn’t notice the outrageous pounding in his chest, unaware of the effect that she still has on the boy right beside her.

It’s nice, though. It’s really nice, actually. Despite their long plane ride resulting in tired bodies, they’re feeling good. They feel comfortable — as comfortable as exes that end on not-so-good terms can get. But their conversation back in the Los Angeles airport is still unfinished. Y/N’s not ready to own up to her feelings, and Calum’s not ready to bring up the conversation himself. 

So they sit across from each other, sipping and slurping their ramen noodles and broth, trying to think of anything, absolutely anything, to talk about. Anything but their feelings.

“When did you write Woke Up In Japan?” She curiously asks, referring to the song on their most recent album. She was indeed there for the release, but things had gotten south not too long after. And the time to converse with the bassist about his band’s album never came.

“Well,” Calum swallows his noodles. “I think we got it started towards the end of the Sounds Live Feels Live tour. Then remember that little promo tour we went on? That’s when everything came to us.” She nods in response, a small smile forming on her face as she sips on the bowl of soup. “Youngblood is so good dude,” She tells him, causing his face to turn into a cheeky grin. “Not sure if any other album of yours is gonna top that one.” “Oh, really?” He smirks at her in response, and Y/N nodding back. 

Calum gets up from his seat and quickly pays for the meal, Y/N trailing behind him as they wait outside for the nearest taxi. “Last time I checked, your favourite was Talk Fast.” He continues the conversation, lighting up a cigarette from a pack he forgot he had in his jacket. “How did that get through security?” 

“You’re right, Talk Fast is number one. But recently, it’s been Why Won’t You Love Me. That, or like, Meet You There. That one fucks.” She replies, getting into the nearest taxi that had stopped for them. She notices that her phone lights up, indicating that she’s gotten a text message. She assumes it’s just Gabriella checking on her, but she’s surprised to see one of their old friends that they had reached out to about the tickets. 

hey i can take ur japan tix now !! 

She can’t help but laugh out loud, causing Calum to look at her funny. She shows him the text she had just gotten, and he lets out a snort as well. “A little late for that, no?”

“Just a little bit.”

–

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better left unsaid // cth

chapter thirteen

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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august 3, 2018 los angeles, california orion

I've not left the apartment since I got home from the hospital two days ago, except to take Duke out a few times a day. The nausea has been unrelenting the entire time and I feel like I've been hit by a bus. I don't even sleep in our bed. I spend the whole time on the couch.

I'm grateful that I've only vomited once, but I haven't eaten a full meal in several days. From being stressed about Cal leaving to getting started on chemo, food hasn't exactly been appealing. I can tell my weight is going to plummet over the next several weeks, but it's hard to fight the feeling that I'll throw up anything I eat and also that adding anything else to the chaos in my stomach already is not a good idea.

Duke has been a great cuddle companion and has barely left my side. Calum called again yesterday but hasn’t yet called today. The time zones make it so confusing and I keep forgetting whether he’s ahead or behind of me in time. He texted me a few hours ago—it was just a selfie of him and Ashton backstage, letting me know they were about to perform. Once they finish the show tonight they’re flying to New Zealand, which I know he’s excited about.

It’s been long enough now that I think he should be off stage soon, if they aren’t already, but I know they’re going to be kind of chaotic afterwards because they’ll be rushing to the airport. I don’t plan on calling him at all; his schedule is so insane and busy, and I know he will do his best to call me as much as he can. I’ll call him if it’s important enough, but so far nothing has happened that should mean I call him.

This morning I woke up to a banging on the apartment door and to my dismay I found my moms had ordered groceries for me. It was just a bunch of easy to make foods — cans of soup, frozen pizzas, instant ramen — but it still frustrated me that they would do that without asking me. I don’t need their help.

I grumble silently, dragging the food inside with Duke sticking his face in the bags. “Nothing for you, sorry buddy.”

Once I get the frozen food into the freezer, I go to flop back on the couch. My body aches so much. I don’t feel like I can stand for more than a few minutes at a time. I’ve debated checking with Macy to see if she would be able to walk Duke for me, but I’m scared to rope another person in on my secret. I’m on the couch watching more Girl Meets World when Emelia texts me.

From: emi✨ how ya doin today? need anything?

To: emi✨ yuck. am fine. just don’t wanna move ever again.

From: emi✨ do you want me to walk duke for you? i can come by after work!

I want to say yes, but she’s already doing so much. She’s the one who will be driving me to and from chemo next week, and she’s already planning on coming over again tomorrow to keep an eye on me. I’m hoping I feel okay enough to hang out with Macy in a few days like we’d planned… I decide I am just going to suck it up. I can handle it. What's the worst that can happen?

I text Emelia "no" and then muster as much strength as I have left to get off the couch again. It's time to take a shower, I decide.

It takes me a somewhat shameful amount of time to get to the bathroom and turn on the water. I crank it all the way up because I'm freezing. Before I get in, I grab a pair of Cal's boxers and one of his hoodies to put on when I get out, and then I hook my phone up to the Bluetooth speaker so I can listen to music.

The sound of Maisie Peters' brief but iconic discography echoes in the room while I step under the hot water, and I instantly feel better. Washing my hair feels weird because it's so much shorter than it was when I last washed it. I pump out far too much shampoo for the amount of hair I have left, but it smells nice, so it's fine.

I'm singing the words to Worst of You when the music is replaced by ringing. Someone is calling me, and, if I had to guess, it's Calum. Of course, he calls right during the first time in the past several days that I can't answer. Quickly, I rinse the shampoo from my hair and try to scrub my entire body, undoubtedly missing a few places, but I just want to get out.

Tossing the sweatshirt on over my wet hair and clumsily stepping into the boxers, I grab my phone off the counter and hit the button to call Calum back. While it rings, I wrap the towel over my hair and walk out of the bathroom, plopping back on the couch.

"If it isn't my favorite girl on the planet," Calum answers.

My mood instantly lifts but I roll my eyes. "I'm telling Joy that she's not your favorite. She won't be happy."

"That's different and you know it."

I smile. I love that he loves his mom so much, but being ranked higher than her is really such an honor. She's a wonderful lady.

"Sorry to miss your call, I was in the shower."

"No, it's fine! We're driving to the airport now and I just wanted to say hi really quick."

"How was the second show?"

Calum starts talking about a technical issue that I don’t really understand but try to listen intently. Something about the sound in his earpieces cutting off and no one believed or understood him so he had to play the whole show not being able to hear anything. He said the fans made him a sign to remind him of his lyrics (a common trend) and someone threw a beaded bracelet onstage that had a C and an O with a heart between them.

“It’s yours now,” he says. “It won’t fit me but it’ll fit your tiny wrist.”

I smile. It’s a cute memento and I am glad the fans are kind of warming up to me. I try to avoid looking for their opinions and thoughts on me but it’s a bit inescapable if I go on any of the 5SOS pages to check for updates.

“Can’t wait to have it,” I tell him.

“Did I tell you I’ve flown Mum out to Auckland? We’ll get there around the same time.”

“No! You didn’t tell me, but I’m jealous. I miss her.”

“She misses you too. She said they’d love to come to LA for Christmas, too, so we can maybe start planning that?” He says it like a question. “I know it’ll probably be you planning it because I know you love planning but it doesn’t have to be just you.”

My heart gets warmer at the thought. I love hosting and spending time with our favorite people, especially for special occasions. It could also be the first time we get to introduce our families to each other. We only have one guest room, but Cal’s office/studio could fit an air mattress for Mali if she doesn’t bring a partner. My family could just come up for the day, or maybe Cal and I could sleep on the couch and give my moms and brother our room.

Then I remember treatment plans and all of the uncertainty in my future and my head starts to spin. Will we be able to host if I’m going through treatment? Maybe Cal should just go to Australia for Christmas without me, and I’ll stay here and get treatment or just spend it with my own family. I try not to think on it too hard, but there is still, devastatingly, a chance that Calum won’t be happy when I tell him I’ve been lying.

He wouldn’t break up with me over it, I don’t think, but sometimes when he’s mad he does lose sight of rationality. It’s not a unique trait to him. We all do it. He’s never gotten mad at me—we’ve had fights and arguments but he’s never been angry with me specifically, more a situation or something that just frustrates him. I don’t know how he’s going to react, and maybe that’s part of why I didn’t want to tell him at all. I am 98% sure Calum would’ve opted out of tour for me, but that other 2% gnaws at the back of my brain.

Would he have ended it then and there? Why go through the heartache of being with someone you know will die soon?

“Orion?” Cal’s voice interrupts my spiral.

“Sorry, what?”

He laughs. “I said you’d probably want to be in charge of planning Christmas.”

I laugh nervously. “Yeah, I mean… probably.”

He’s silent for a minute. It’s a short pause and with anyone else, it wouldn’t matter or stick out, but with Calum, it does. “You okay?”

I hate how easily he’s able to read me without even being able to see me. I quickly try to come up with an excuse. “Yeah, just been having a hard time sleeping. The apartment feels so empty without you.”

Calum pauses again, and I know it’s because that idea makes him a bit sad. “Would you feel better if Em stayed there? That could be fun, a four month sleepover with your bestie.”

I purse my lips, holding back that Em has already stayed here one night of the three that he’s been gone. “Maybe.”

He sighs. “I’m sorry you’re feeling lonely. Let me know if there’s any way I can help. Even if it’s just to fly home for a day whenever we have a break or to fly you somewhere for a day. I don’t care. I want to see you, especially if you’re down, okay?”

I want to shake my head but he can’t see me. “Cal, it’s fine. We’ll be fine. Just might take a bit to get used to.”

“I don’t want you to get used to a life without me, O. I’m here, forever, okay? Whatever you need, I’m there.”

With each word, I can feel my heart ripping down the middle, inch by inch. I don’t know how it’s still whole.

“I love you,” is all I manage to say. I’m choking back tears, the guilt is so much. How can I keep this up? How can I hold this in?

“I love you, too.” He sounds sad now. “Love, we’re almost to the airport. Do you want me to call you again once we’re through security? We don’t have to stop talking.”

I clear my throat. “No, it’s fine. I’ll be fine. Just text me before you take off.”

“We’re both gonna be fine. I’ve gotta go. I love you.”

I feel my tears slowly trickling down my face and I don’t bother to wipe them away. “I love you. Bye.”

Then we hang up, and I can really start sobbing. Duke runs over, his ears perked up. He’s not sure why I’m crying and he hops up next to me, sticking his face by mine. When he starts licking my face, I stop him. I’d read something about how all bodily fluids post-chemo are essentially poison. I don’t want to get Duke sick, too. I can’t handle that. We can’t both be sick.

I pull Duke close to me and squeeze him as much as I can without hurting him. I don’t know how I’m going to get through this, but I know I will, at least for now. I’ll have Em and my moms and Ash and Duke and everything will be fine. It has to be.

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Family

A story about a girl wanting to find out the truth

A/n: Chapter eleven already… @niallermybabe this is the new one btw!

Warnings: curse words, mentions of death

Milly’s POV:

"Did Louis call yet?" Calum asked me, standing in our kitchen, preparing the pancakes. I shook my head.

My brother had been released out of the hospital, the next day after our rather unexpected and turbulent arrival. We left two days later and now have been back in Adelaide for about two weeks. And- well. Our apology had been very emotional for both sides.

(Flashback, the day after Milly and Calum arrived in London)

"Louis, darling. I'm just gonna grab a coffee, gonna be back in a few minutes." Harry said, shooting a glance at Calum who also stood up from his chair in the hospital and said: "Yeah, I'm gonna join. Do you want something too?" Looking at me, but I only shook my head.

I still had a pounding headache from my panic attack yesterday night. Everything would help, but certainly no caffeine. Speaking from experience.

As soon as the two men left the room, I was left in silence with my big brother. There was so much to talk about, but no one was brave enough to take the first step and start talking. After the longest 2 minutes of my whole life, I finally figured, he wouldn’t say anything.

"Lou, look. I’m sorry, so sorry.“ I took a deep breath, didn’t really thought it would be so hard to say sorry to a person you grew up with. Me and Louis normally always had a really good relationship, I never would have guessed one single thing could turn it upside down. "I know you deserved better, I should’ve checked my phone and give you and Calum more information." Half way through my 'speech' I started tearing up. I truly was sorry and just wanted to fix this. I could no longer live with this broken relationship, I needed my big bro again. But I wasn’t brave enough to say that to him.

"I also owe you an apology." He finally said. I sighed in relieve.

I slowly walked towards his hospital bed and kneeled down to the floor to look at him.

Tears were shining in his eyes too.

"I shouldn’t have gotten so angry and said all these mean things to you. I just-" His voice cracked and he let out a shaky breath. "I care about you. I want to protect you. For me, you are still the little girl, building sand castles and asking me to help." I didn’t notice the tears on my cheeks, till Louis slowly wiped them away. He chuckled and continued talking. "I sometimes forget you are all grown up. And how grown up you are. I never thought, you'd turn into such a beautiful, strong and amazing woman, Milly."

This, this is my brother. How I always will remember him.

"Thank you Louis. Thank you for giving me the chance to fix this. Just remember that I am very sorry for what happened. Next time, I'll be more careful. I won’t make you worry so much again. Promise." I stood up and hugged him. Louis gave the best hugs. I saw so many posts from fans about his hugs, but to really get them, you have to experience yourself.

His hugs always make you feel so comfortable and calm. That’s what I miss the most when I'm back in Australia and not with him.

"Gonna miss you." He said while hugging me.

"Yeah, me too. Australia is too far away from home."

My brother and I agreed on calling each other once a week to stay in contact and don’t let anything come between us again. However, he mostly forgot about these calls and wasn’t home on Wednesdays. It was just a quite annoying new bad habit of my silly big bro. But honestly, I didn’t even care in the slightest. As long as us two have a fixed relationship again, I am happier than ever.

Suddenly I felt a warm hand on my left shoulder. Calum. He put down the big plate with 3 steaming pancakes down right in front of me on the table. I realized, I've been pressing my chin onto the edge my cup filled with tea for the past few minutes and now my front hair got wet from the hot steam exiting the Harry-Potter themed mug. I quickly put it down and gave Calum a little smile. I knew that both him and Niall knew how exhausting these past few days have been for me. Mentally and physically I felt just empty. Like the energy to search for my parents never even existed. I desperately wanted to continue, but right now it just didn’t seem like I actually could.

"Mills, have you thought about what you want to do for your birthday this year?" Calum asked after sitting down on the chair next to me, slowly taking a sip out of his coffee cup (we had enough arguments about the issue that coffee is just disgusting but he wouldn’t believe me, so I decided to ignore it).

"Oh… I totally forgot about that one…" My 26th birthday, on 20th of October, was only about one week away, but with all the stress over the last days I completely forgot (or ignored, who knows..) about it. What would I want to do on my birthday though?

When I was a child, my mom always gave us the opportunity to decide on an activity we could do with the whole family. I very clearly remember my 10th birthday where we went horse back riding. The little brown horse that I sat on did not want to go forward, no matter what I would do. And I, I just started crying. Out of nowhere, the horse ran away and I fell off and broke my arm. The only birthday I ever spent in the hospital.

Mom didn’t let us siblings pick any other physical sport activities for the next 3 years, much to the disappointment of Louis, a very talented football player at the time, who loved making fun of Lottie when she didn’t make a goal again.

The first few birthdays after moms passing, the siblings spent together, mostly crying in each other’s arms. Then, everyone slowly started living their own life. Louis was busy with writing songs and being a Judge at the X-Factor. I moved to Adelaide to be close to Calum and to live with him.

I would never admit it, but me and Louis held the Tomlinson-sibling-team together. After the death, Lottie, the actual older sister, simply couldn’t. So I took her part. And when it was us two, Louis and me, leaving forever, we all knew the relationship between us 7 siblings would never be the same again. Too much happened, there suddenly were too many kilometers between us.

Hence, how would I possibly want to spent this next birthday?

"Milly, are you still on earth, or did you get lost in space again?" Calum asked with a huge grin on his face.

"Yeah, yeah. I’m still here, just did a quick trip to the past again." Calum helped me a lot during the first few months after mom’s death and had to deal with a very depressive girlfriend, who either didn’t want to even get out of bed in the morning or lost herself in her work, so she could ignore the pain. I was so grateful for him, and that he never even thought about leaving me. So he obviously knew that I would sometimes get lost in the past, but he also knew how to get me on the right track again.

"I got a little idea for your birthday." He quietly said.

"Ohhh, please tell me!" I said, rather relieved, maybe it could still be a good day after all.

"Since Niall is staying a little longer, how about we throw a little garden party with Niall and Luke, Mikey and Ash? Some other people if you want to—"

I interrupted him with a sudden hug. "Yes! You are the best." I whispered in his ear. A garden party with the people closest to me made me feel comfortable and safe. That could actually work and turn this day into something nice.

But first, I deep down knew I had to go and do something different before this little party.

Calum’s POV:

You guessed it. She left him again. Well- not left left him, but she made her way to the other part of Adelaide, to the neighborhood where her parents lived before they moved away. At least that’s what she believes. Calum, however, knew the truth. The house is empty because her father died and her mom, pregnant with Milly, moved away.

When Milly announced her plans for this day last night while watching the second Kissing Booth movie (yes, they fell in love with the trilogy), he turned quite anxious. What if she finds out and cannot live with the truth, what if she falls into the deep hole again, the same hole when her mom died? He wasn’t sure if he would be able to get her out of it once again, after all that they went through together. Both of them weren’t the strongest anymore. But, right now, he couldn’t change anything anyways, so he grabbed his guitar and waited for his bandmates who announced to visit him today so they could decide on the final songs for the new album.

Right in that moment the doorbell rang.

That has to be Luke, he’s the only one who’s always too early. Quite an annoying habit if you ask Calum.

"Hey mate!" A smiling Luke said when Calum made his way to the front door and opened it. "Good to see you!"

The exchanged a quick hug and then decided to already go to the music room and wait for the other two men.

"So…is Milly here today?" Luke whispered. At first Calum reacted rather irritated. Why would he ask that? But he quickly realized, what it was for.

"No she actually had to leave today, it was very urgent." After this little- situation, where he told the three boys about Milly’s plans, he never mentioned it again. And to be honest, he didn’t really want to talk about it with them in the first place. It was something, Milly should decide on whether the band should know about it. So, since then, he always made up excuses why Milly wasn’t there.

Turns out they need lots of groceries and Milly even has to do something for work when she’s actually on vacation… he felt bad to lie to his bandmates like that, but this was the easiest way.

"Well, about her birthday present…" Luke said, but couldn’t finish the sentence because the two got interrupted by the doorbell.

Maybe they could continue this talk after the others left again. He really hoped so. Milly’s birthday present was something he had planned for almost 3 months now, if anything goes wrong, he'd be very mad and disappointed about it.

Calum and Luke greeted the two other men at the door together and quickly got back into his music room.

When he and Milly changed rooms a year ago, Calum really put all his effort into this room and tried giving it a personal touch. Milly’s old office was one of the biggest rooms on the second floor in the house, so he knew right at the beginning, he wanted to include a little sofa so he and the guys could sit down together and have a chat. He painted the walls in his favorite color, olive green, which really gave the room a cosy aesthetic. Of course there was lots of technical stuff in the room, taking up lots of space: computers, recording equipment, microphones.

But the most important part, the heart of the room, were the instruments. Calum had 3 bass guitars, 2 normal guitars and a small drums kit for Ashton in the room. Whenever Calum didn’t want to talk to anyone and just needed some time to think, he just sat down here, in this room, and hummed a melody while playing a quiet song on the guitar, it relaxed him in an admittedly strange way.

The two awards they got for Youngblood and Sounds good, feels good hanging on the wall, always reminded him, HOW lucky he got. To find these amazing three people, to tour with One Direction, to get this incredible fans, but most importantly to meet Milly, most likely the love of his life, the person he’s gonna grow old with.

"Okay, so. Let’s start easy, which songs should definitely be a single, which songs should have a video?" Ashton asked. Their manager informed them, all the songs were already recorded, they just needed to know which songs will be the final album and they need to find the right strategy to release the music.

"I think Old Me is the right choice for a music video." Micheal said into the silent room.

Calum nodded. "Yeah, Old Me kind of deserves it, doesn’t it?" He said. The song represents our story as a band and what we’ve been through. It’s very special to all of us.

„Yeah, you’re right.“ ,Micheal mentioned, "But I don’t think it'd be a good idea making it a single, it’s too- slow for that."

The day went on like this. Talking, deciding, arguing, mocking Luke. Till all three of them (finally) left and he didn’t get a chance to talk about Milly’s birthday present with Luke.

Great.

Milly’s POV:

I parked my car in the same spot that, even though I now visited it the third time, still feels so strange to me. The fact that I already got so far in the search and will probably find out even more today, made me happy on one side, but the other side of me just was scared of what I would possibly find out today. What if its too much for me to handle?

I made my way to a door, the same door I had stood in front of when Calum called me and told me Louis was in the hospital. It seemed so far away, even though it was just three weeks ago.

My heart felt like it was about to jump out of my chest when I reached out to the doorbell and rang it.

Then I waited.

And waited.

And then I heard steps in the house, walking towards the door.

When the door opened, I couldn’t see the person opening it, but heard a soft woman voice.

"Hello dear, can I help you?" She asked and opened the door further so I could finally see her. She was older, probably in her 70s or 80s, had short, grey hair and wore a thick pullover with white and dark blue stripes.

The warm smile on her face made me feel more relaxed.

"Well, I don’t know if you can help me, but… well.", I took a deep breath. What can possibly go wrong with being nice and asking?, "Do you know something about the last owners of this house?" I asked, hoping for a 'yes'.

The warm smile on the woman’s face slowly faded and turned into a confused and curious look. Oh no. Of course she didn’t knew them, could’ve been too easy.

"Well, why are you asking?" Wait, maybe she still met them.

"Long story…" I said, waiting for her to say whether she has enough time to listen to what I had to say.

"I’m just an old grandma, I have time." She responded, asking me to come inside.

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The couple, whose names were Lily and Evan Hudson, lived in a small and tiny house with vintage and sometimes old furniture. You could feel that very sweet people had lived her for many many years. The history in this house was undeniable.

Lily’s husband was as lovely as herself, they were literally made for each other.

All three of us sat down in the kitchen, Lily even gave me a cup of tea.

When I told them about my story, where I grew up, the first time I came to Australia, when I moved in with Calum and the things I already found out about my parents, I saw tiny tears shining in Lily’s eyes.

Surprisingly, it felt rather easy to tell complete strangers about me and my history. I wasn’t nervous at all and did not have to cry when explaining the sudden death of my mom. Maybe that are the effects of being a lawyer, you get better at talking about particular topics and issues.

When I finished, I got compassionate looks from both of them.

Lily was the first to break the silence. "Well, this is a very fascinating story, I must say." She looked at her husband, as if she wanted to convince him to say something to me.

"Umm… yeah. And now you came here to ask us for information?" He instead said, much to the disappointment of his wife. I nodded, they weren’t angry at me, were they? Let’s just hope not…

"And of course we'd love to help you, right Evan?" Lily gave her husband a threatening look. These two were really funny, the way they were messing with each other made me chuckle slightly. In my mind, I imagined Calum and me acting like this when we’re old and grey.

I have to admit, I think about our future together quite often. There was no doubt, I wanted to grow old with him. I wanted to have a beautiful wedding with all my friends and family. I often dreamed about an amazing proposal, with lots of rose petals and him kneeling down on one knee.

But this would most likely not happen, Calum was a romantic guy, but he was extremely shy and would probably never have enough courage to propose. I knew that.

But a girl can dream, right?

"It would mean so much to me if you could tell me anything about them." I said to the couple.

"Well, so what I can tell you, is that your parents were the most nice people you can ever imagine. Just like you!" Evan responded, smiling at me. And that caused my poor heart to make a little jump. They had been nice!

"They moved here because it was the only house they could afford at the time. Holly loved talking to others and had often friends over.", Lily said, smiling and giggling when she thought about it.," She was like a social butterfly! But your dad. Oh well, he didn’t feel comfortable. Everyone could tell." Lily laughed and Evan continued talking, still having a wide smile on his face. You could definitely see, these people really liked my parents.

"When they found out Holly was pregnant, they threw a little party in their garden behind the house. We were so happy for them, they’d be the perfect parents." All these little stories made me so happy and helped me feel more connected to them. It truly helped talking to this couple. With my search and with healing my inner child.

"But- if everyone was really happy for them… why did they gave me away?" I asked, a question that had been in my mind for the last few minutes, since they started talking about Holly's pregnancy.

Lily let out a sigh and compassionately touched my arm.

"They moved away before Holly gave birth to you, we did not knew they gave you away…and to be honest, we are truly surprised that the really did" She said, not knowing she just shattered my heart to pieces.

I was so sure, I'd find out everything today. But, of course it couldn’t be that easy.

"We did knew that they left a few pictures behind though. Arthur had a troubled past and wanted to close up with that chapter by leaving these pictures behind, he told me only one day before they moved." Evan added, giving me a little bit of hope that I could still find them. Somehow. Somewhere.

"But you have no idea to which place they moved, right?" I asked, already expecting a 'no', which I received in form from a head shake.

"I- I got one final question." Lily and Evan gave me an encouraging nod, giving me some extra strength. "Were they really loving me?" Somehow, my voice started breaking and tears formed in my eyes. This was a little too much for me after all.

Lily immediately stood up from her chair and embraced me and I let out a quiet sob. My heart felt like it crushed together by these many emotions that I felt at the same time. Confusion, Anger, Sadness and Hope.

When she let go, she looked at me closely and responded: "They did, don’t you worry." And then added something that gave me even more incentive to finally meet them. "You have your father’s eyes. It’s crazy, look Evan!"

When her husband took a closer look at me, he said the same thing. " it’s true, I always thought his eyes looked like an actual piece of chocolate, yours remind me of that too."

I slightly chuckled and thanked them for helping me so much. After all, I didn’t want to stay as long. They probably had so much other stuff to do.

Without me noticing, Evan stood up and when he came back he suddenly handed me a little piece of paper with a telephone number written on it.

"I can’t promise you anything, but Ms. Jackson had been a very close friend of Holly's. Maybe she knows where they are now and how you can meet them." He said.

What. The. Hell.

I could maybe meet them?! Oh my god.

Tears started forming in my eyes again and I quickly hugged Evan, much to his surprise actually. But I didn’t care about that.

I got a number from a friend. From an actual friend of theirs.

Even when I parked my car in front of my house, I still couldn’t believe it, that I was so close to my goal. My goal that I had for years and years.

Much to my surprise, I noticed Niall's car that he loaned at the airport when he cane to Australia. Him and Calum were most likely listening to their songs together and playing around like two middle school boys. Idiots.

But at least I could tell them about my truly exciting news together!

I opened the door in Milly-style-speed and quickly started searching for the two men and finally found them in Calum music room on the second floor.

I was right.

"Mills!" Niall exclaimed when I suddenly appeared in the door frame.

Calum got up from his little chair and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "How was it?" Strange, was it just me, or did he look quite scared? I'm probably just overthinking again, as always.

"Guess what, I got a telephone number of an old friend from my mom! She maybe still knows them!" I said, starting to jump and squealed at the end. It just was such exciting news!

Both of them joined in on my little happy dance and we spent the rest of the night, listening to Niall’s music together and eating pizza to celebrate my amazing day.

#maddys fanfic

[tinyglitterrose]

Ash is on the floor

boyxboy, 18+

Top Luke, Bottom Ashton

Warnings: SMUT

basically an Ashton centered foursome.

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"Why are we doing this again?", Calum asked, rolling his eyes.

"Because we're bored and we got nothing to do"

"That's the same thing, Mike", Ashton said.

"Whatever", Michael grinned, "Who wants to go first?"

Luke eagerly raised his hand.

"Luke, you're not supposed to want to start, you have to try to be the last", Ashton shook his head at his younger bandmate.

"I know, I know, but I'm excited that we're playing something"

Calum pulled a card from the stack.

"Alright, question for Luke: Who invented the lightbulb and what year?"

"How the fuck am I supposed to know that?"

Calum and Ashton shrugged the same moment that Michael shrieked: "You have to strip now!"

So Luke had to be the first one to take an item of clothing off. The band didn't think of it as weird, they had seen each other naked a lot of times before and it was simply the easiest way to determine who was the looser of this game. Well, they could have made a list but they were too lazy to look for a paper and a pen so stripping it was.

"What is a sinus curve?", Calum read and immediately groaned, "That's so unfair, your mom is a math teacher"

Because it was Luke's turn again and his mom had told asked him this exact question often enough that he was actually able to give the correct answer.

Thankfully, there were also some easy questions in this game, like what is 3 times 4 or name three fruits and vegetables. It was easy. Or it should be, but Ashton kept failing his questions.

"Man, come on, three animals that live underwater", Michael repeated the question.

"I - uh...fish?", Ashton was trying his best to think of three animals, three damn animals. But how could he think of animals when all his bandmates were sitting shirtless across from him. Luke had grown some chest hair that Ashton wanted to nuzzle his face in, Calum's abs were...he just wanted to lick them all over and Mike's soft tummy made him want to grab and touch. Ashton was not okay.

"What kind of fish?"

"Umm...like...like, uh, small fish and...wales"

"Wales, okay, small fish, no, Ash, come on, where's your brain?", Luke laughed. They were all laughing at him.

But Ashton's brain was on standby, all that was in his mind was 'abs, chest, naked guys'.

"...two, one.", Calum finished the countdown, "Alright, sorry mate, you gotta draw a blank"

Ashton blinked. And only then did he realize that he had failed so often now that he was only sitting here in his boxers. Michael was in his boxers, too, but he still had both his socks on. Ashton, on the other hand, had only his boxers left.

"Uh, well, I think we can stop playing, I obviously lost", he tried to laugh it off, but his bandmates were not having it and started protesting.

"No, you lost, you have to go with the rules", Calum said.

"I can still win, Ash, don't ruin this for me", Luke said.

"Your dick is not that impressive, mate", Michael said and grinned widely.

So Ashton had no choice. His face felt hot when he clumsily shoved his boxers off without standing up and simultaniously trying to hide his junk from the prying eyes of his friends.

Great, now he was sitting stark naked in front of his friends that happened to turn him on. At least he didn't have to play anymore.

But the others kept playing and they kept losing articles of clothing.

Ashton slowly slid his legs up to his body, to better hide the boner that he was slowly but surely getting from this. This was not good, so not good.

"Didn't you say something about winning?", Michael's joyful voice brought him back to the game.

It was directed at Luke who was grumbling to himself, standing up and suddenly shoving his underwear down his legs.

Ashton's eyes bulged out of his head for a second, before he remembered that he had to act like he was totally cool. And obviously he had seen Luke's dick before, but it still caught him off guard. And it was not good for his own dick.

Luke wasn't even ashamed. He sat back down, legs spread, hands placed on the floor behind him so that he was slightly leaning back and could comfortably watch Calum and Michael continue to play the game.

Ashton kept stealing small glances at the blonde's penis, just because it was so displayed. He was practically forced to look.

"You alright there?", Luke asked quietly, while Mike and Calum were arguing whether a potato counted as a vegetable or not.

Ashton looked up from his own feet to meet Luke's blue eyes. One of his eyebrows were raised in question.

"You sure?", Luke asked again, when Ashton hastily nodded, "You look a bit uncomfortable there"

Ashton blushed, pulling his legs even more towards his body and shrugged, unable to say anything because he would only have been able to stutter. He could not talk to a naked Luke that was still very much showing off his dick.

Luke didn't question him any further, but he kept looking at Ashton as if checking to see what was wrong.

The drummer really hoped that Luke didn't notice his staring at his other bandmembers chests or the way he silently gasped when he saw Calum's biceps bulge from ripping a card from Michael's hands.

"I win!", Michael shouted exitedly all of a sudden, which was really not so suddenly, but Ashton had barely been paying attention to the game. He jumped from the shout and let his legs slip for a second, before quickly pulling them up again.

But he had fucked up.

"Are you hard?", Luke asked bluntly and immediately he had the attention of three australians.

Play it cool, just play if off, Ashton thought to himself, as if he was not panicking right now.

"No? What the fuck, Luke?", he tried to sound arrogant and even rolled his eyes at the blonde, but the other man wasn't having it.

"No, no, you're hard, I saw that", then he giggled, "You have a boner, Ashy, I saw it"

Ashton shook his head violently, but Calum interrupted him before he could object again: "Do you really?"

"No, of course not"

"Then put your legs down", Michael ordered.

"Pff, no, I'm not letting you guys look at my dick, just so you can realize that Luke's being stupid"

"If you have nothing to hide, do it", Calum joined in. Shit. He needed to get out of this, he couldn't let them see that Luke was absolutely right.

"Yeah, show us your penis, Ash!", Luke grinned brightly.

"Shut up", they all groaned in response, but kept nagging Ashton.

"You're being really suspicious", Calum said, trying to hide a wide grin. Ashton was still trying to come up with a response in his mind, when suddenly his knees were gripped and forcefully pushed down with one harsh move.

"Mike!", Ashton shouted angrily, "You could've just broken my legs!"

But he received no answer.

The drummer's hands flew to cover up his erect dick to try to shield it from his bandmate's wide staring eyes, but surprisingly it was Luke who caught his left hand and held it in the air to prevent him from doing so. Calum quickly did the same with his right hand and before Ashton could even think of pulling his legs back up, the grip of Michael's hands on his ankles tightened.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

His best friends were all wordlessly staring at his exposed boner that he got because of them and Ashton just wanted to cry. Screw that, he was already crying, tears started to silently trickle down his cheeks.

He felt so humiliated. Was this the moment that he would get kicked out of the band? They would tell him how absolutely disgusting he was and then nakedly push him out the house and he would bang on the door but no one would let him back in and then his stuff would be thrown out of one of the windows and they'd shout at him to never come back -

"Ash", it was Luke's soft voice that brought him back.

The blonde's face turned to a pained expression when his friend turned to him, looking up with wide, glassy, terrified and shameful eyes.

"Don't cry", Luke mumbled helplessly, "Please"

Ashton averted his eyes to where Luke's hand was holding his wrist to the floor and sniffled.

"I'm sorry", he cried quietly, "I'm sorry -"

"Don't be, Ash, look at Luke, hm?", Calum nodded encouragingly towards Luke's bare crotch. Was this a trick and when he looked they'd say he was disgusting for looking at his best friend's dick while his own was hard? But he couldn't not obey with Calum's soft eyes looking at him like that. With these warm dark brown chocolates.

"Luke!", he spluttered and looked up into the bright blue eyes once he had followed Calum's request.

Luke grinned lopsidely and shrugged.

"Y'know I'm gay, can't help it when a pretty boy is naked and hard right in front of me", he didn't seem embarrassed at all. Not even while admitting that seeing Ashton hard had made him hard as well. Ashton had - the drummer gulped, stealing another glance at what was apparently his fault.

"You - I made you-"

"You don't realize how fucking hot you are, do you?", Luke was still grinning like that. Like it was normal to chat to each other about being hot, while they were both sitting on the floor naked and with their erections out.

Ashton didn't say anything back. He was jut staring dumbly at his best friend.

Luke shook his head slightly, then his hand reached towards Ashton and before said boy could even fathom what was about to happen, the blonde's hand wrapped itself around Ashton's member and began to stroke it slowly.

Ashton's mouth fell open to release a gasp and then a choked off whimper when Luke squeezed his fingers around the tip, causing a few drops of precum to dribble from it.

Ashton's face was redder than the tip of his dick and he closed his eyes, not wanting to have to look at any of his friends, while one of them was jerking him off.

"I want his mouth", Calum mumbled all of a sudden and then Ashton was pressed to the floor, forced to lie down with Luke still touching his dick.

He opened his eyes, the hazel orbs immediately going wide when he saw Calum crawl up to his head with no underwear on and also hard. He was going to look away again and close his eyes once more but to Ashton's utter shock, the maori boy climbed right onto his chest, one leg on either side of him. His dick was hanging right into Ashton's face, the boy going cross eyed as he looked at it, his mouth dropping open as wide as his eyes.

"Can you", Calum seemed to hesitate, carefully stroking a loose curl out of the drummer's face, "um, suck it for me?"

Ashton blinked at him wordlessly for a few seconds, hardly noticing the groan Michael let out from somewhere behind Calum. Luke's thumb flicked over his slit and caused him to moan quietly and he decided okay he was going to do this.

With unsurely flickering eyes, switching between Calum's face and his dick, he slowly opened his mouth wider, lifting his head a little towards it.

Calum understood and bent forward so that Ashton laid his head back on the floor and let the back of his head be softly craddled by one of Calum's hands, the other wrapping itself around his dick and slowly feeding the pink swollen tip to the drummer.

"Shit", Calum whispered at the wet feeling of a mouth enveloping his dick. He let Ashton adjust to the strange feeling for a few moments, before he got his hips closer to his face, Ashton ending up with half of his friends' length in his mouth.

"Fuck, he looks so-", Michael stopped the words to groan and Ashton hadn't even noticed him crawling up next to him, now naked just like everyone else. He looked up at him with big glassy eyes, his mouth full of dick and Michael couldn't help but groan again.

"Fucking shit, you look - so hot, Ash, you don't even know", he rambled, starting to stroke himself and simultaniously wrapping the other hand around Luke who was right next to him.

The youngest's fingers tightened around Ashton in response, which then caused Ashton to suck in his breath, lips closing tightly around Calum's dick and Calum groaned. Long and loud and with a "goddamn, do that again".

So Ashton did. He had no idea how to give a blowjob, but he just tried out what he thought he was supposed to do and what girls had done to him before and it seemed to work.

At some point, when he was sure Michael and Luke were about to start kissing, Calum started to move his hips back and forth, using Ashton's mouth and Ashton let him.

He let his eyes slip shut, a few tears slipping past his eyelashes at the action and released a sound that was meant to tell Calum he could keep going. Whether the bassist understood that or not, he did it anyway.

"Shit, that's so- yea", he groaned, hips picking up force and starting to slowly but deeply fuck into the other boys' mouth.

Michael and Luke stopped their actions to watch, Ashton only noticing that because of the hand around his dick suddenly disappearing. And maybe Michael's vocalization of how hot he looked with 'his throat stuffed full of cock'.

He blinked his eyes open again, meeting Luke's that were staring right back at him, Michael's focused on his lips and Calum's dick instead.

Luke reached out and wiped another tear from his cheek, his hand then continuing to go into his hair and softly massaging his scalp.

"You're doing so good, Ash", he mumbled reassuringly, "so good, look so pretty like this"

Ashton tried to nod, but choked on Calum and Luke giggled slightly, while the other two moaned loudly. Ashton loved how fond and caring Luke was being with him.

"I kinda want his ass, guys", Michael mumbled, at the same time reaching out and grabbing a handful of one of Ashton's pecks to squeeze.

Ashton let out a whimper, lips tightening around Calum and no one, not even Calum himself, was prepared when he seized up and started jolting and suddenly coming down Ashton's throat.

"Oh my - sorry, sorry", Calum scrambled off the other boy when he began choking and coughing heavily, him and Luke cradling his head and lifting it up slightly to help Ashton sort his breath out again. A bit of spit was dribbling down the corners of Ashton's mouth and Luke wiped it away with his thumb when Ashton was just heavily breathing, his flushed chest rising and falling rapidly, big teary eyes looking up at Calum.

"That...salty", he said and Calum laughed.

The only one not seeming bothered by his friend choking on his other friend's cum was Michael.

Ashton had forgotten about the boy, too focused on not dying from being too stupid to swallow. His presence was burned back into his mind, though, when there were hands gripping his thighs and slung over shoulders and then his butt was lifted a few inches into the air.

Ashton squeaked unmanly and thudded back down to the floor with his upper body, reflexively gripping for Luke's and Calum's thighs on either side of him to hold on to something.

Hands were groping at his ass, grabbing at the flesh of it and Ashton could only stare down at the colored hair of Michael's head and gasp when his cheeks were pulled apart harshly and he felt a blow of air right on his most sensitive area.

He blushed furiously, looking to Luke as if seeking help but not knowing what he wanted help for. The youngest one noticed the eyes on him and bent down to kiss his nose sweetly.

"Relax, Ash", he mumbled to him, hand sliding on to his chest and fingers stroking over one of his nipples softly, "Mike's just gonna eat your cute little ass"

Ashton's mouth dropped open at the contrast of Luke's sweet actions to his filthy words. The other boy just grinned back at him, knowing exactly what effect his words had on the drummer and pinching the nipple under his fingers.

Ashton's head hit the floor with a thud when he felt the first wet stripe over his hole.

He could feel Michael's face inbetween his spread cheeks, his slight scruff rubbing against them and his wet tongue continuously running itself over his sensitive rim. It licked fat stripes through his whole crack, up to where his balls where which he kissed softly, then back down and then he circled the hole with his tongue.

It was like Michael was a panther on a hunt and Ashton's ass was his prey and he was circling around it until he would jump to catch it. And he did.

"Aaaaah", Ashton gasped, when Michael pushed the pointed tip of his tongue into him.

Ashton threw his head from side to side, squirming and trashing under the guitarists' hold. He had never been eaten out by anyone, never had someone else touch him there at all and the feeling of a tongue repeatedly thrusting into him, slicking him up, was overwhelming.

His back arched off the floor with a loud whine when he felt one of Michael's fingers suddenly pushing at his entrance. His tongue was now licking around his rim again, leaving the opening free for the finger to push in.

Ashton's legs twitched where they were still hanging off Mike's shoulders when he pushed the finger all the way in in one slow motion.

"He hasn't even found your prostate yet, baby" Calum said next to Ashton, amused but amazed at the same time. His hand came up to softly stroke over his chest that was starting to get sweaty.

Soon, two more fingers were pushing into him, and finally Michael pressed them up to press against his prostate.

"Mmmh - I - aaaah", he gasped, face pressing into Luke's hand that put itself on the side of his face.

Michael started thrusting them in and out of the drummer, pressing up against his prostate with every thrust in and Ashton's chest started lifting off the floor as if he was spasming with the rhytmic thrusts.

"It's okay, Ash, you're okay", Luke mumbled next to him, smiling sweetly when Ashton opener his teary eyes to look at him. His mouth was open against Luke's hand, gasping into it, unable to close it.

His hand stroked over his cheek for a few more moments, then he couldn't seem to handle just watching anymore and grumbled: "I think that's enough Mike, I want him now"

Ashton turned to look up at him with wide eyes, mouth still agape as he watched him crawl away to get into Michael's place between his legs.

Michael took Luke's previous position, getting comfortable kneeling, then wrapping a hand around his dick to slowly stroke it.

A slick sound came from Ashton's right side and when he turned his face to Calum, he saw the maori one stroking precum down his own dick, making it glisten all over.

All the while, Luke had gotten a condom from somehwere and lube and now he was putting the items on his dick.

So many dicks. And all hard just for the drummer laying spread out on the floor. Ashton looked around at them all, eyes wide with wonder, confusion, he was unable to grasp what was going on, but also so turned on. They all wanted him. Just like he wanted them.

"You ready, Ash?", Luke asked carefully, massaging one of his wide thighs to let him know everything was okay.

Ashton gulped, then, after taking a shaky breath, nodded his head. Not a second later, he let it hit the floor again, the feeling of the warm and slick tip nudging at his opened hole overwhelming him. And it wasn't just any dick, it was Luke's. One of his best friends.

And his other two best friends were both masturbating not even a feet away from him. If Michael were to come right now, it would probably stripe Ashton's chest and shoulder.

And Ashton kind of wanted that. But there was no time to keep thinking about it, because a dick was breaching his hole and slowly pushing in. Luke's hands grabbed onto Ashton's thighs, lifting them to wrap them around his waist and Ashton gasped, actually forgetting how to breathe for a second, when it made Luke be able to push in deeper.

He bent down to kiss the drummer's nose once again, knowing Ashton needed the reassurance, time to calm down and the knowledge that Luke wouldn't suddenly start mindlessly pounding into him.

It caused said boy to smile lightly, dimples appearing in his cheeks, and Luke's one dimple in one of his cheeks then appearing as well as he smiled back. It was impossible to not smile back at this boy.

"God, how can you look so innocent when you're full of dick, Ash?", Michael went and ruined the moment.

"Right?", Calum added, one hand wrapped around his dick now, too.

While Ashton was distracted for a moment, Luke used that to slowly pull out and back in. Ashton's mouth dropped open for the fourth or maybe it was the fifth time tonight.

It didn't last long. Luke was stuttering after two minutes of thrusting, almost drowning out Ashton's constant whines and moans with his own sounds and the way Ashton's thighs clenched around Luke's waist showed that he was getting pretty close, too.

Michael was furiously rubbing his hand up and down his leaking dick, Calum was taking his time but he couldn't hide his gasps.

What made Luke and Calum fall over the edge at almost exactly the same time was Michael.

Michael screwing his eyes shut, hand speeding up further, dick starting to twitch and then he was cumming on the floor. Mostly.

Two thin white streaks hit Ashton across the face, striping his cheek. The drummer let out the most high pitched sound of the night, almost a squeak and perhaps it was because he hadn't been expecting that.

"Fuck", Calum groaned at seeing Ashton not only be fucked on the floor, while two more people were masturbating right next to him but also freaking getting the cum shot on his face. It was so dirty, but too hot to handle.

Luke seemed to think the same, stumbling over his moans, senseless words, a few "Ash"s mixed in, and he was cumming, too.

Ashton's back arched as he felt the dick inside him twitch, he didn't know that he would be able to feel that but he did, he felt how Luke was spurting into the condom and due to Calum's groan he was simultaniously watching the maori boy cum all over his hand.

And all for him. He had just made three boys come, his three best friends.

He loved it.

His body seemed to agree - Ashton wasn't able to connect his brain with his body anymore or maybe he just forgot how to think - as it started spasming, hole clenching and unclenching around Luke who was still gently thrusting inside him, wanting to make Ashton cum with his dick.

"Lu - aaah! I - hmm aaaaah", he gasped, then he was shooting out strings of cum himself. He felt hands gently grabbing his shoulders, wrapping around his waist and onto his thighs halfways through it, making him feel grounded as he lived out his orgasm.

His eyes were heavy, closing by themselves when his penis stopped twitching, having wrung out all the cum that he had.

"We should..."

"Yea..."

"Alright, guys,..."

He only heard half their murmured sentences, not even caring that he was still lying completely naked and covered in cum on the floor.

He also didn't open them when he felt himself being lifted up, he only hid his face in the warm chest in a weak attempt of hiding from his friends again, but being too tired to really be embarrassed now.

When he opened them again a few minutes later, he found himself in Michael's king sized bed, all three of his bandmates snuggled around him, building a big cuddling mess.

Calum was already snoring and Mike's eyes were closed, too. Luke's blue ones, though, blinked at him when he turned to look to his left. A lazy but comforting, once again reassuring smile was on his face and Ashton relaxed fully into the mess of arms around him, falling asleep naked but not the least bit scared or embarrassed about it.

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yaaaaay, finally finished this one! i've been writing on this for almost a month and i'm sick rn but i really wanted to finish it today!

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[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Sexual Tension Masterlist

3 A.M. - @daydadahlias​ (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) Michael/Luke M, 4k

Summary: Five times Michael accidentally meets Luke in the bathroom and the one time he meets him there on purpose.

And Action - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) Luke/Calum E, 24k

Summary: Calum won’t lie about it. His Best Friend’s Boyfriend’s Ex-Boyfriend is super cute.

astral collisions (ao3) - kaleidoscopeminds Luke/Calum E, 42k

Summary: But then maybe it doesn’t really matter what the outcome is, because it’s not like someone like Calum can fall for Luke in twenty-four hours, or anything as fucking stupid as that.

Calum bumps into Luke in the strangest of circumstances in an airport thousands of miles from home, almost fifteen years since he last saw him. A completely innocuous encounter, until an overbooked flight means Calum makes a decision that surprises even himself. Twenty-four hours with a really hot almost-stranger is not really how he saw his work trip ending, but what’s the worse that could happen?

Court Five (ao3) - takemymoneycth Luke/Ashton, Michael/Calum E, 21k

Summary: A story in which a young college tennis player maybe likes his new coach a little too much.

feeling the weight of the world (ao3) - cashtonkink Calum/Ashton M, 22k

Summary: duke university and the university of north carolina, ten miles apart, home to the most intense rivalry in all of college basketball. and now, they have the top two high school basketball recruits in the nation: ashton irwin and calum hood.

For Him - @daydadahlias​ (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) Michael/Calum/Ashton E, 25k

Summary: Ashton Irwin is a geography teacher with a massive crush on the band teacher, Michael Clifford. When cutbacks threaten the school's music program and Michael, Ashton springs into action. He dusts off his long-unused wrestling skills from college and earns money for the program by moonlighting as a mixed martial arts fighter, trained by ex-fighter Calum Hood. Though the school nurse, Luke Hemmings, thinks he's crazy, Ashton gains something he never expected (*cough* two boyfriends *cough*), and finds a semblance of safety in the chaos.

or, the slutty Here Comes the Boom AU that none of you knew you needed.

fueling the fire until we combust (ao3) - nothingliketherain (39_killer_queen) Calum/Ashton E, 7k

Summary: “What, is it good?” Cal asks, eyes sparkling. Ashton clears his throat which suddenly feels a little dry, and shoves the camera at Calum, incapable of giving him a real answer. “Damn, that’s hot,” Cal says appreciatively when he sees it.

“Yeah,” Ashton quickly agrees, too quickly, red climbing up his cheeks when he realizes how much he’s letting himself show. He clears his throat. “I mean, the lighting’s pretty good.”

Calum gives Ashton a look that makes him squirm. “Yeah, I agree,” he says casually, but there’s something about his voice, something about the way he’s slowly moving closer to Ashton, so slow Ashton wouldn’t notice if he wasn’t so attuned to Calum by now that every small movement feels like a tidal wave. Ashton can’t help feeling like something is about to happen, but he doesn’t know what.

He definitely doesn’t expect it to be Calum humming and saying, “I do think my lips would look better wrapped around something.”

Or things escalate one day when Ashton takes some pictures of Calum, unable to focus on anything but his lips.

Gay Doesn't Mean Rainbows (ao3) - walking_crisis69 Michael/Luke T, 3k

Summary: "Your breath tastes like smoke." Luke said as he pulled away, running his fingers through his enemy's hair. "And your breath tastes like rainbows."

Green Light (ao3) - SpencerKnight OT4 E, 181k

Summary: Class is an age old concept--almost as old as the concept of human slavery, and in a world where buying humans is a standard behavior by those who can afford it, Luke's only hope as a member of the lower class is that he falls into the hands of a decent buyer--the hands of Ashton Irwin and his partners. Luke knows he has one chance to please his buyers or he risks getting put back on the market, but he's thrown for a loop when Ashton admits that Luke is the one that gets to call the shots. In an attempt to find security with the trio, Luke braces himself and gives them the green light to do whatever they want with him.

He had no idea they would refuse.

In the Next Room (ao3) - valiantnerd (arareads) Luke/Ashton E, 28k

Summary: Ashton moves into an apartment with walls made of little more than cardboard and foreign playlists, develops a gigantic crush on Luke, and takes a hot second realizing what's right in front of him.

Loose Tongue (ao3) - jbhmalum Calum/Ashton M, 10k

Summary: 5 times calum wears skirts that keep getting shorter on tour and 1 time ashton does something about it

of lovers and friends (ao3) - Calumthoodshands (tndart) Luke/Calum M, 28k

Summary: And at the end of the day, it’s always Calum he goes to, whether to rant or laugh or, in rare cases, to cry. Most of the time to laugh.

The first week of uni, it almost feels like a honeymoon — well, only for friends.

Moving in with your best friend can have all kinds of consequences. Falling for them while they seem to get further and further away from you though, that's something Luke never saw coming, and it completely throws him off his rhythm.

over and under (ao3) - kaleidoscopeminds Luke/Calum E, 10k

Summary: “We really need to stop doing this.”

“I know.”

Luke says he won’t do this again.

They both agree they won’t do this again when they’re dressed, in Luke’s living room and not his bedroom, when Calum’s about to leave to see his other friends and Luke’s going to the studio to write.

It’s easy to agree not to do it again when Calum’s not touching him.

rightfully (ao3) - Calumthoodshands (tndart) Luke/Calum T, 1k

Summary: Luke stared back. “You’re wearing my suit.”

“What, like I don’t good in it?”

something real (ao3) - jbhmalum Calum/Ashton M, 22k

Summary: The first time Calum Hood shows up on his doorstep, it’s the last thing Ashton expects. He’s as unprepared for it as he would be for a snowstorm in the middle of the summer. That’s what Calum is to him that night. A storm coming to disturb his peaceful life, filling him with adrenaline and a bit of fear at the uncertainty of what could happen.

Stage Lights - @ashtcnirwin (elivigar) Luke/Ashton E, 14k

Summary: No, beyond the initial surprise the sting of arousal brought him, Ashton doesn’t worry about his apparent interest in penises and what said interest might mean. Maybe it means nothing at all, maybe it means he’s not as straight as he’s been led to believe up until this point in time. Whether it’s option one, option two or something in between, Ashton doesn’t really care.

But why did the penis that made him question everything have to be Luke’s?

thirsty (ao3) - galacticsugar Luke/Calum E, 7k

Summary: Is he putting on a show for Calum? Rolling his head side to side, stretching his neck. Letting his thumb graze the side of his glass gently while it dangles from his ringed fingers. Gleaming eyes flicking to Calum for long, loaded moments. Biting his bottom lip between his teeth while he gives his full attention to the person he’s talking to. Except it’s not quite his full attention, because a little slice is reserved for toying with Calum.

you say you didn't know, i wonder why you didn't ask? (ao3) - hideforalifetime Michael/Luke T, 14k

Summary: Luke and Michael have been best friends since elementary school, moving out of the country all alone, but together for college, getting through all the highs and lows of adulting together. There’s never been a person who knows them that doesn’t refer to them as “Luke and Michael”. Always paired, and if one’s without the other, questions are immediately asked. Hell, some people automatically assume they’re dating, and he hurriedly corrects them. But deep down, Luke doesn’t want to. He doesn’t know when his brain made the transition of looking at Michael as a friend to someone he’d want as more than a friend, but it’s true. Sometimes, when he stares at Michael’s choppy, often dishevelled blue hair, he feels like-

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[thomas-the-goat-of-satan]

cloey!! hi!! may I ask for a ranking of all 5sos album (including EPs/singles) solely based on the cover. ily <3

singles too. 😩😩

okay, because the picture limit is ten, I just chose their main projects and the single art that I liked the most.

1. Easier (Live From The Vault)

I'm just a little obsessed with the CALM era and the style of photography they went with during this time. the overexposure gets me.

2. Meet You There Tour Live

the color scheme? unmatched, I fear.

3. 2011

4. CALM

I just love the poses. and the outfits. and the jewelry. and Cal's blue hair. once again, the CALM era is unmatched aesthetically.

5. Youngblood

I love bisexuality.

6. Sounds Good Feels Good

the doodles are cute.

7. Don't Stop

fucking hilarious. they look so stupid. none of them are on the same page and I love that. it's not creatively better than some of the ones below it or anything, I just find it so funny that I'm willing to put it over them.

8. 5sos5

I love the color scheme, and I should love the silhouettes, but like... they're okay. I like this art, don't get me wrong, but I don't feel particularly strongly about it one way or another.

9. She's Kinda Hot EP

this is so funny to me.

10. 5 Seconds of Summer

once again, nobody is on the same page here. hilarious. this art has everything. Calum's ankles. Michael leering at me for some reason. Luke being weird. Ashton also being weird. Calum being super whitewashed. overexposure but in a bad way. I dunno man, it's just not a vibe.

#5sos #music #cloey talks 5sos #ask #myle 🌻 #mine

[allsassnoclass]

hiii hazel <3 congratulations on 500 followers!!! 🥰💛 could i request a fic for "take my seat" with cake?? and some dog pictures would be delightful <333

alright adi here you are! hope you enjoy it!

cake: "Take my seat"

Calum closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, straightening his legs enough to hear his knees pop. he hates that his joints crackle like a glow stick at 20 years old, but he's also been on his feet for most of the day leading campers through recreational sports. The end of week talent show is going to be a welcome reprieve, even if it's hot as hell in the amphitheater despite the sun long having set. There's a gentle roar of kids chatting excitedly and cheering every time a member of the tech crew crosses to set up something on the ground, and he takes another pull from his water bottle in the hopes that the noise doesn't give him a headache at the end of a long day.

At least his campers have been good this week. Last week his middle schoolers were little terrors, but this time he and Michael got lucky. Luke and Ashton got the short end of the stick with a group of rowdy twelve-year-olds who have tried to sneak out every night.

"Hey," someone sighs near his shoulder, and he glances up to see Luke blinking at him, rubbing his forehead the way he does when he's particularly tired. His shoulders are slumped and there are dark circles under his eyes that will hopefully disappear after a weekend without campers, but the heat makes his hair curl against his forehead in a way that Calum absolutely loves.

"Hey," Calum says after a beat too long. "Where are your kids?"

Luke scans the crowd, then vaguely gestures somewhere towards the middle.

"Ashton has them over there. Michael's talking to him."

Calum cranes his neck and finally manages to spot Michael's bright hair. He's squeezed onto the bench next to Ashton and appears to be content to stay there a while.

That's fine. Calum doesn't mind swapping partners for the night, especially if it gives him more time with Luke, a commodity that's difficult to come by with campers running around and their own separate classes to plan for. Things were easier in previous years when they were bunk leads like Michael and Ashton, but being bunk support as well as teaching staff makes for a great pay raise and significantly less free time. They can't throw their cabins together and use that as an excuse to hang out, because Calum and Luke are now busy during most rec times or group activities.

Calum turns his gaze back to Luke and finds him blinking slowly, seconds away from falling asleep on his feet.

"Hey, you okay?" he asks, nudging Luke gently and then wrapping a hand around his arm when he tips back further than he should.

"Tired," Luke says, forcing his eyes open. "I'm still not used to dancing for hours on end every day and the gremlins don't let me get any sleep. My entire body aches."

Calum makes a sympathetic sound in the back of his throat and stands, manhandling Luke onto the bench in his place.

"Here, take my seat."

"You've been working all day, too," Luke protests halfheartedly. Calum shakes his head.

"Sit down, Hemmings," he says sternly, using his eyebrows for emphasis. "You're going to fall over if you stay on your feet."

Luke sinks down onto the bench with a sigh and rubs his eyes. Calum puts his hand on the back of his neck and squeezes slightly, feeling how tense and coiled Luke's muscles are underneath it. He needs a week off and a good massage. Calum wants to start rubbing his shoulders and see if he can make a bit of a dent in his astronomical stress levels, but that's not a good idea in front of the campers. No one heckles like middle school boys teasing an authority figure, and Luke would bear the brunt of it when word inevitably gets to his nightmare cabin.

Calum lets his hand fall, sliding down Luke's spine on the way. It's sweaty, which is gross, but everyone is sweaty and gross in the dead of the summer after a full day of teaching. Luke dances with his students all day, whereas Calum can get away with telling his to run drills and scrimmages while offering verbal corrections. He'd feel bad about it if he wasn't getting significantly less sleep than every camper here.

"Last night of this camp," Calum offers. "Then your nightmare children will be gone."

"I'm going to miss them," Luke sighs. "They're absolute idiots, but I'm going to miss them."

"That's because you're a big old softie, like a marshmallow," Calum says, resting his knuckles against Luke's bicep. "You get attached to every group of campers."

"They're menaces, but they're my menaces," Luke pouts.

"Menaces who are planning to throw you in the lake tomorrow."

"Let them try! I can take them!" Luke declares.

"There's ten of them. I think they have a chance," Calum teases. Luke's pout deepens, but Calum can see the poorly contained smile underneath it. He'll let his campers throw him in the lake tomorrow, and he'll laugh the entire time. It's basically tradition at this point.

The campers around them let out another cheer as another crew member crosses the stage, connecting one final cable. She taps the microphone at the front, a dull thump projecting across the amphitheater, and the campers cheer louder. Luke rubs his temples.

"Do you want to go back to the cabin? No one will mind," Calum says gently, crouching by him so he's not in the way of campers behind him trying to watch. His hand lands on Luke's knee for balance, and he lets himself keep it there now that everyone's focus is on the stage.

Luke shakes his head.

"This is my favorite part of camp. I want to see my dancers perform."

Calum hums, glancing at the senior camper who is emceeing for the night as they take the stage to welcome everyone here.

"Let me know if you need anything," he says, swiping a thumb over Luke's knee.

Luke glances down at him and smiles, dimples popping in his cheeks.

"Come sit," he says, scooting over on the bench as far as he can without running into one of Calum's kids. It leaves only a sliver of space on the bench for Calum, but he takes it anyway, using it as an excuse to get close to Luke. Luke wraps an arm around him under the guise of helping hold him up, but Calum knows that it's mostly because Luke is a touchy person, even when it's too hot to get close like this.

"Enjoy the show!" the camper onstage says enthusiastically. Everyone in the audience cheers, and Luke holds his free hand in front of him, waving it until Calum gets the picture and slaps their hands together in a clap/high five hybrid, laughing the entire time.

Calum is definitely going to enjoy the show, but it'll have more to do with the sweaty, exhausted boy next to him than anything happening onstage.

#my writing #cake #sunfleursky #adi #you know that the cake folks are starving when they come to *me* for prompts #i feel like i still don't quite know how to write these two #but that'll come with practice i suppose #hope you enjoy anyway adi :)

[calumthoodshands]

aria!! hi!! hope all is well!! may I ask u for a ranking of Calum's tour outfits 👀 sending u positive vibes <3

myle!!!! beloved. ok i know i told you i needed time but i am finally forcing myself to do this. unfair as we all know i can only put 10 images in here, so here comes my ranking of calum's top ten outfits of the tour so far!

Starting off, in first place:

1. Milan (May 8th).There’s just something about suits — black suits — that just does it for me. It’s classy, if you do it the usual way, but because he’s Calum Hood and he’s insane, he wore a mesh shirt with it! Gracing us all with nice sneak-peeks of his tattoos. The docs with it really make the look for me, making it edgy. 10/10.

2. Ljubljana (May 6th). Listen. You might not expect this one to be so high up, but hear me out — this outfit is good. He tucked the shirt in, wore a nice grey to let the blue shine, the shirt itself is just one of my absolute personal favourites of his. It has such a pretty colour, the collar is cool with its v-shape, and the necklace really makes it, giving it all a nice finish. The thing about some of his tour outfits so far is that they’re not always… complete. Like there’s a nice shirt okay, and pants, but that’s where the list ends. This outfit is different. It’s fucking good. Almost perfect. 9.5/10.

3. Zurich (May 2nd). Another rather simple outfit, but i really love it. I like the short sleeves on the shirt, the choker/necklace with it, the cut of the pants. The whole dark colour (black i’m pretty sure although it looked green somewhere) really compliments his skin tone. It works so well for him over all! 9/10.

4. Hamburg (April 25th). My show hehe. I LOVE this shirt. What the fuck! It’s so cool, I love the stark contrasts and the motive. Besides, he paired it with shorts (sorry not to show them but i couldn’t not show that grin), and higher socks, and it was just hot. 9/10.

5. Prague (April 29th). Look. The orange sleeves are an eyecatcher. They lift the whole look up to another level! (I’m also an advocate for orange.) i really like it even tho it was otherwise simple. Also, again, the short sleeved button up and shorts with the socks, I am a fan! 8/10.

6. London (April 6th). I think we can all agree that we went a little insane over this. Right? Like… that shirt… had no business being that tight…. Also i really liked the pants! Green on Calum Hood is always a yes from me. And he’s smiling so cute. Apart from that: arm. Thank you! 7/10.

7. Plymouth (April 11th). This outfit has one fault. It is just a little too boring. I love the button up! It’s flowey and of thin material and an interesting pale colour, the cut is really nice, and he makes the wide pants with it work. But. It doesn’t go much further than that unfortunately. Great potential, but not perfectly executed. 7/10.

8. Vienna (May 3rd). Vienna! Vienna. If you missed my reblog spree of this photo you missed out. I reblogged that photo 20 times for a reason. I like this outfit! More every day than stage maybe, but I like that it puts black on the sideline for once, and the grey pants look great on him. The shirt is obviously also very nice. Also necklace. He knows what he’s doing with that and i don’t like it. 6.89/10.

9. Banquet Show (1) in London (April 1st)/Liverpool (April 9th). I’m putting these two together because he wore the same pants and only a different shirt in Liverpool with it. I like the pants, they’re fun! And especially in this case i like the long sleeve bc of the flames on the sleeve. He also wore the necklace with it. Even tho this is also a cosier outfit, the pants do make it and allow this one to be a 6/10.

10. Budapest (April 30th). The thing about this outfit is that while, Arm, that’s also it. I do appreciate arm but i also appreciate fitted clothes, sorry. It’s over all also very… normal. In comparison to the others. So that’s while it only gets a 4/10. Sorry!

Thank you so much for making me do this Myle, it was more fun than I expected!! I hope whoever read it enjoyed it and let me know where you disagree. I’m open to all opinions. Love you Myle!! 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

#ask #myle <> #fettuccinecaterpillar #tmh 2022 #calum hood #i now realised you didn’t ask for a judgement of them but i did it anyway oopos #long post #calum in... orange

[theshyspy]

Like a date - l.h

pairing: luke hemmings x fem!reader

summary: you’re sad luke is going on tour, but he’s quick to comfort you

words: 1.4k

a/n: its a tad angst but mostly luke being super sweet<33 but i hope you enjoy, and remember likes, reblogs and comments means a lot<3

You hadn’t been able to concentrate all day. Your mind being entirely occupied with the knowledge of how tomorrow the only one to greet you would be Petunia. The boys were heading out on tour and would be gone for months. And the thought of having to function without Luke for that long just tied the knot in your stomach tighter.

The drive home was a blur, your chest aching as the soft hum of the car played through your ears. It was already dark and every passing second nourished the longing crippling through you. Wanting nothing more than to soak up every inch of him and engrave the feeling of his touch in your mind. Hopelessly trying to have fractions of him close when he would be miles away.

A sigh fled your lips, tired of the traffic keeping your car in place and the ads produced by the radio. Deciding to be productive, you dialled Luke. He headed out early that morning, needing to help Calum with some things before leaving. You just hoped he was home already, selfishly wanting him for yourself for the rest of the evening.

“Hi babe,” he greeted, voice static over the speakers. “ Almost home?”

Nodding, you explained: “Yeah, I’ll be there in 15. What about you?”

“Not yet, we still have a few things to fix. But I promise I’ll hurry as much as I can.”

“It’s okay, don’t worry,” you reassured. “Take all the time you need.”

A thankful sigh played through your ears, and you could only picture the small smile resting on his lips as he spoke again. “I’ll see you soon, okay? I love you.”

“Love you too.”

With that, your phone beeped, signalling he’d hung up as you let your left hand play with the golden necklace resting around your neck. Knowing their dedication and how the tour preparations worked, he wouldn’t be back in at least two hours. You were always supportive of his career, but when he’d leave for months on end, he made it harder.

The weight of disappointment in your heart softly ached through your body, making the way home feel unfamiliarly long. As your driveway finally appeared in your vision, your tensed muscles visibly relaxed - grateful for the comfort of your home.

Illuminating the dark house, you flipped the switches and turned on the heath you inconveniently turned off before you left. The cool air circling through your house traced your skin and you enfolded your arms around your frame, shielding yourself.

Moving up the stairs, the floor creaked underneath your feet. Petunia padded behind you as you headed to your bedroom, placing a hand on the cold handle and pushing the door open.

The scene was exactly the way you left it that morning, the only thing sticking out being the black bag resting by his night stand. Denying yourself permission to let your gaze linger, you hurried over to the closet as the mere sight of the bag twisted your insides.

Grabbing a hold of the softest t-shirt he hadn’t packed, you pulled the green fabric close and let it rub against your skin. His scent filled your nostrils, and you were thankful as it eased a fraction of your throbbing heart.

You moved into the connected bathroom and headed over to the grand bathtub. The pearly white surface was cool as your forearm traced against it, mid-action of turning on the tap. It didn't take long before the air heated and fogged up the mirror in front of you, the damp forcing you to breathe heavier.

Undressing, you threw your clothes in the hamper standing by the tub and collected your hair in a high bun.

Your shoulders slumped together as you sat down. The hot water enfolding your frame and forcing out a shaky exhale as your back rested against the smooth surface. Your eyes comfortably adjusted to the dim lights as you closed them.

Baths had a magical effect, so easily soothing your bitter thoughts and curing your sadness. Something about the mixture of the sweet vanilla scent roaming through the room and the way your muscles finally unwinded.

Which was why you couldn’t grasp why your eyes stung behind your heavy eyelids. Your insides twisting and dread tugging at your heartstrings.

Your lips formed a pout, quivering downwards and plastering a frown across your features. The burning sensation in your stomach just grew as you pushed yourself to an upright position, arms resting around your folded legs. Running your wet hands through the roots of your hair, the normally relaxing damp air burned down your airways.

The train of thoughts rushing through your head turned into an overwhelming throb - each idea worse than the former. He hadn’t even left, and still you missed him and egotistically wanted him to stay. His presence held the title as your safe space and you couldn’t stop the fear as it pulsed through your veins. Who would hold you at 3 a.m when it all became too much, the world crumbling underneath your feet as you struggled to do something as easy as breathing?

The air hitched in your throat and the soft cries fleeing your lips echoed through the tiled walls. You pressed your warm palms against your eyelids, desperately trying to push away the stinging playing behind them as hot tears trailed down your face.

After all he’d done for you - all the things he sacrificed because he loved you - you were so disappointed in yourself for the unsupportive thoughts resting in your mind. He was gonna travel the world, exploring his passion with his best friends and somehow a part of you found the audacity to wish he didn’t.

“Y/N?”

Your head snapped towards the door. Luke leaned against the door frame, confusion lingering as a veil over his features before concern tied his brows together.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He asked, voice soft as he moved to your side. He knelt down beside you and rested a warm hand on your back, letting his thumb gently rub your skin.

You let out a humourless chuckle, almost embarrassed being caught mid-action in your pity party.

“It’s silly,” you confessed, brushing him off as the top of your hand graced your cheeks and dried your tears.

“Nothing that upsets you is silly.” You knew he meant it, the sincerity in his tone bright as day.

Your eyes lingered at the white bubbles dancing on top of the small waves, too heavy to shift. Still, you could feel his gaze fixed at you, gracing your features as his clammy hand moved from your back to your chin. The gentleness in his action making it easy to oblige as he turned your face towards him.

“What’s wrong?”

“I-” you hesitated, resting your cheek against his touch and letting your hand cup his. “I’m just gonna miss you.”

“Oh, my sweet girl,” he exclaimed, leaning forward and planting a soft kiss against your temple. Sitting down, he rested his strong arms at the edge of the bath and placed his chin over them. “I’m gonna miss you too, so much.”

Your eyes found his warm ones, crinkled as a result of the sad smile on his lips. “I’m gonna call you every day,” he reassured.

Looking away, your heart was still weighed down - his comforting words having little effect as the different time zones played through your head. How little time it’d be in between the rehearsals, concerts, flights and short nights. The calls would consist of small ‘how are you’s before he’d have to go.

As if reading your mind, he continued. “Y/N I don’t care if it’s the middle of the night or 5 minutes before a show, if you need me, I’ll be there for you.”

You glanced back up at him, his eyes determined as they bore into yours. “You’re my girl, I always have time for you.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course,” he smiled, pushing himself up to a standing position, towering over you. “And as much as I wanna get in with you, I doubt you’ve eaten since lunch.”

You answered with a sheepish grin and he shook his head disapprovingly.

“I’ll make us something nice then. Just take your time here, okay?”

“So… like a date?”

“Like a date.”

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[emmyhem]

everything you’re missing (c.t.h)

a/n: hi everybody, i’m back with another post. this is my first calum piece and i’m so excited to finally get it up. this is once again unedited, i’m way too tired rn. it’s also the second smut i’ve posted so that’s pretty exciting as well. yeah i don’t really have much to say right now because i’m literally exhausted, my classes are really kicking my ass. anyway i hope you all enjoy this bff!calum piece. feedback and comments are always appreciated. hope you all are doing well and are being safe. thank you - emmy <33

pairing: bff!calum hood x fem!reader

summary: a drunken text meant for your ex shows up on calum’s phone and leaves him questioning everything he’s missing out on with his best friend.

warning(s): talk of a previous bad relationship, y/n’s ex body shamed her, mentions of alcohol, insecurity, smut, cursing

word count: 4.7k

You’ve decided that 3 glasses of wine is your happy medium, but even a sip into the 4th and there’s no telling what you’ll do. 

So, naturally you were finishing up your 5th glass on Friday night while angrily scrolling through your exes instagram when you got what seemed to be an incredible idea. It was simply too tempting not to, your mind was feeling hazy which made your confidence skyrocket, and you truly did just look good. 

A day of pampering had left you in a black floor length silk robe with nothing but your favorite deep cherry red lingerie set underneath. Your face was bare and glowing after a refreshing and illuminating face mask, and your lips were left glossy and plump from a new scrub. 

You had posed in front of the floor length mirror in your living room, giggling between snaps until you had taken the perfect shot. It was classy but provocative, the dressing gown slipping from your shoulders exposing the lace of your bra and a tasteful amount of cleavage. You had also left the bottom open, allowing a clear shot of your thighs and the curve of your ass from where you sat on your knees. 

With a mischievous glint in your eyes you selected the picture into a message, typing a cheeky, “take a good look at everything you’re missing”  and sending it off to your ex (or so you thought). 

But you really couldn’t be blamed for your mistake, Cam and Cal were far too similar for your drunk brain to decipher the difference. You also couldn’t be blamed for the fact that you dozed off on the couch immediately after sending it, before you even had a chance to recognize your humiliating mistake. 

You were awoken by the ringing of your phone at around 9:00 am, way too early for your liking. Before even registering who it was, you brought the phone to your ear and groaned a sleepy, “hello,” 

“At your door.” a voice you recognized as your best friend responded. 

“M’coming” you said, scooting off the couch. On your way to the door you registered that you were still scantily covered, the robe falling off of you as you walked. You clutched it around you as you swung the door open to a wide eyed, Calum Hood. 

“G’morning.” he smirked, looking you up and down. 

“Shh” you hushed, pulling him in by the arm. “Why in the world are you here so early?”

He lightly laughed while taking a seat at the kitchen table, eyes following you while you moped over to the fridge and pulled out two water bottles. 

“Well,” he sighed as you handed him one. “I got a very interesting text last night and I figured I just had to come over and see, y’know everything I was missing.” he spoke in a teasing tone as he gestured a hand down your body.

You tugged your eyebrows together in confusion. There was something familiar about what he was saying, but not familiar enough for you to put the pieces together. 

“What are you talking about?” you questioned bringing the water bottle to your lips. 

Calum shrugged his shoulders, a smirk still glued to his face as he took out his phone and began looking for something. After a few seconds he extended his arm to hand you his phone. You accepted it and glanced down absentmindedly as your body slumped against the counter.  

The second your eyes hit the screen it all came back to you, your mouth fell open and you straightened out, suddenly very awake, not to mention very mortified. 

Calum on the other hand was buzzing. Actually, he had been ever since his phone dinged last night awakening him from his sleep. Well, buzzing and extremely, extremely sexually frustrated. 

When he first opened your message and saw the picture that would now be making a regular appearance in his wet dreams, he had nearly choked on his own breath. He knew that it was most likely a drunken mistake, and while that slightly saddened him it didn’t stop his dick from plumping up at the sight, straining uncomfortably against his boxers. He seriously debated wanking to the tempting image but decided against it, thinking it would be a gross violation of your privacy since it wasn’t even meant for him. Oh how he wished it was. Unfortunately that meant he had been sporting an exceptionally sensitive halfie since then. 

“Oh my god.” you groaned, sitting the phone down on the counter and covering your eyes in humiliation. “Cal I’m soooo sorry, I was drunk, and overly confident, and I meant to send this to Cam and now I’m just, I’m sorry.” you reiterated. 

‘Hey, don’t apologize on my account.” he countered. “Plus, you should be thrilled you sent it to me and not that asshole, doesn’t deserve ya.” 

“I know, you’re right. Doesn’t change the fact that I’m mortified though. S’bit ridiculous, get a little alcohol in my system and I have a god complex all of a sudden” you rambled, running your hands through your hair nervously. 

Calum stood and pulled you into his arms, resting his chin on the top of your head. 

“You think too much, y’know that?” he quipped. 

You turned your head, pressing a cheek against his sweater clad chest and mumbled, “Yea I’ve been known for that.” 

Calum softly chuckled at your words before pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head and pulling apart. 

“S’really no big deal, y/n.” a teasing grin plastered on his face. “Besides I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it.”

“Calum!” you scolded, swatting a hand at his arm. 

He dodged your hit just in time and held his hands up in surrender before taking his seat again. 

“Why'd you let that dick bother you anyway? Y’know you’re way out of his league.” 

Your jaw clenched at the question, your mind wandering to every time you had come to Calum crying after your ex had done something to hurt you. Everytime he commented on your “stomach pudge” as he liked to call it, when you wore a tight dress to go out. Or when he would ask if you were really “that” hungry, even if you hadn’t eaten much at all. And each time you would feel absolutely wretched and end up sobbing in Calum’s arms, but refusing to tell him why you were so, so sad. 

“He texted me the other day y’know?” you muttered under your breath, while fiddling with the coffee machine. 

“Really? What’d he say?” Calum responded, watching your back with narrowed eyes. 

“Uh, he saw me the other night, when we were at that bar with the guys.” you said, shaky fingers pulling out a mug. 

“And?” he spoke flatly. 

“It’s stupid really,” you sniffled, willing your voice not to break. “He said I put on a few pounds, that he was glad he got out when he did.” your bottom lip traitorously jutted out as you turned to face him. 

“Fucking dick.” he hissed. 

Calum wasn’t necessarily proud of the violent images that flashed through his mind at the thought of that asshole finding yet another way to hurt you but, the sad little quiver of your lip allowed him to reason without a doubt that they were fair. 

Before you could even blink he was holding you again, arms impossibly tight around you. . 

“He’s wrong, y/n. Fuck, I don’t know how to even...he’s just so wrong.” he said softly, his hand rubbing your back reassuringly. 

“I know.” you whimpered, holding tears back. 

He pulled back enough to look you in the eyes, arms still firm around your waist. 

“No you don’t. It’s...It really fucking pisses me off that he makes you feel like this. It’s like-fuck you’re just like-” he moved his hands to cup your cheeks. “You really are gorgeous.” 

Your heart fluttered at his words, and your whole body felt warm as you stared at his big brown eyes. His words felt sincere, everything about him felt so sincere. 

“Thank you, Cal.” 

He pulled you back into his chest, “Really wish I could just, like hug away all his bullshit.” 

“M’used to it.” you mumbled. 

“You don’t deserve any of it.” 

“Yea, well what can you do.” you sighed, moving out of his embrace. 

Calum’s eyes were still glued to you as you stirred a spoonful of sugar in your coffee. 

“I hope you don’t let anything he says get to you.” 

You let out a breath of exhaustion. 

Confidence wasn’t something that you used to struggle with. I mean sure, there were spouts of insecurity here and there but you knew your worth, and you considered yourself pretty, hot even. That had all changed a few months into your latest relationship. First it was the backhanded compliments which quickly turned into passive comments, and then outright cruel insults. People really underestimate the toll their words take on others, especially when the person that’s making you feel so ugly and worthless, is one that you adore and who’s supposed to adore you right back, no matter what. 

“I try but, he can’t just be making it all up.” you were ashamed. When did you become the girl that lets a guy affect how she sees herself? That just wasn’t you. 

“He is. He’s insecure and a douche. He was probably trying to destroy your confidence to the point that you felt like you couldn’t leave him.” Calum assured. “But you’re way too strong for him, dumped his sorry ass anyway.” 

You smiled gratefully at his words, taking a seat next to him. 

“Yea, so strong I tried to send him half naked pictures for reassurance.” 

Calum shook his head, “I wish you could see how hot you are.” 

Your eyes widened at the compliment, your head dropping to avoid his stare as blood rushed to your cheeks. 

“I’d be happy to reassure you whenever you want.” he continued, bumping his knee against yours under the table. 

“Doesn’t count.” you dismissed, before sipping your coffee. “You're my best friend, you’re obligated to tell me I’m pretty.” 

“Doesn’t mean I don’t mean it.” he muttered back quietly, his expression dropping slightly. He hated when you deflected his compliments. All he ever wanted to do was make you feel good, and you made it very difficult for him when you blocked every swing he took at the wall of insecurity that Cam had built around you. He would kill Cam if he could. 

You let out an apologetic sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his shoulder. 

“M’sorry, you’re right. I love you for that, the only thing keeping me sane.” 

Your heart squeezed as he hugged you back. 

Calum was perfect, he was sweet, and funny, and quite literally your favorite person on earth. Not to mention you had been hopelessly in love with him since practically the beginning of your friendship. But as his best friend you had heard over and over just how uninterested he was in a relationship. Everytime you would ask about his love life he would just respond, 

“I’m just not the boyfriend type, m’not cut out for it.” shrugging nonchalantly. 

Which you thought was laughable because anyone would be lucky to have him as a boyfriend, in fact sometimes you would let yourself pretend he was yours. 

Like,in a busy club with his hands on your hips, guiding you through the crowds. So close behind, you could feel each exhale on the back of your neck, as his eyes darted around the room to ensure there weren’t any potential threats to your safety, in the form of drunk overzealous flirts. Or after a night out when he got cuddly and clingy, and would find his way from the couch into your bed. You’d wake up with his cheek pressed against your chest and his arms snaked around your torso as he released soft breaths that caused goosebumps to rise on your exposed skin. You’d let yourself imagine that you had this every morning and that he would wake up any minute to smother your face in kisses and tell you he loved you. And of course, here he was again this morning being so thoughtful and kind and everything you wanted in a boyfriend. And here you were again swimming in his praises and physically having to restrain yourself from kissing him. 

Begrudgingly, you pulled away and stood up. 

“Gonna get changed.” you spoke. 

“I’m making us breakfast.” Calum called as you walked away. You hummed in response and slipped into your room. 

Once in the privacy of your own room you quickly pulled on a pair of leggings and a hoodie before scurrying to the bathroom sink and splashing cold water on your face in hopes of ridding yourself of any romantic thoughts towards your best friend.

Although you weren’t aware, Calum was doing the very same thing just a few feet away. Internally reminding himself repeatedly that it was never gonna happen with you. He wasn’t good enough to be anyone’s boyfriend, let alone yours. You didn’t want him that way and he could almost trick himself into believing that he was okay with that.

You hastily finished brushing your teeth before returning to the kitchen. You were greeted with the sight of Calum’s back, he stood over the toaster cutting an avocado and humming a song you didn’t recognize quietly to himself.  He looked over his shoulder as your footsteps approached. 

“Hungry?” he questioned. 

“You have no idea.” you affirmed, as he fixed a plate for you both. 

“Good. I was thinking we could watch something while we eat,” 

“Fine with me.” you responded, hoping he wouldn’t notice the distraction laced in your voice. Your focus had easily been stolen from the conversation to how easy it was to see his back muscles flex through the thin material of his jumper. 

But of course he did, it was Calum after all. 

“Y’alright?” he said, handing you a plate. 

“Uh, yep.” you rushed out. 

“Not still thinking about Cam, are you?” 

“No, not at all.” you answered honestly, walking to the couch, Calum trailing closely behind you. 

“Then what’s got you all flustered?” 

“You” you thought, taking a seat in the furthest corner. 

“I’m not flustered.” 

“Bullshit” he countered, sitting practically on top of you. 

You let out a huff, and motioned to the other  completely empty side of the couch. 

“Is there a reason we aren’t practicing personal space right now?” 

He laughed softly at your question and nuzzled closer into your side. 

“Yea, you’re all pouty, looks like you need a cuddle.” 

 “I’m really fine Cal.” you shoved him lightly but saw no results, he just scooched in even closer and bit into his toast. 

The two of you sat in silence while some newly released action movie played on your TV. Calum’s arm was wrapped around your shoulders keeping you tight to his side, and although you could’ve sworn that you had been in this exact same position hundreds of times, you felt as if this were the very first time. Every single one of your nerves were on fire and the warmth that had flooded your body was making you antsy. 

Feeling overwhelmed by your senses, you allowed your eyes to flutter close with a deep inhale. 

“You okay?” Calum whispered, dipping his head down slightly to reach your ear.

You opened your mouth to respond but didn’t trust your voice to protrude through your shaky exhales, settling for a subdued nod instead. 

“You sure?” his words were long and drawled out, despite your eyes being closed you knew his proximity from the feeling of his breath just behind your ear. 

Before you could speak up his hand secured itself just above your knee, and your muscles flexed involuntarily at the contact. 

“Relax, y/n” he continued, his thumb beginning to run repeatedly over a spot on your inner knee. 

Everything in your brain was screaming at you to excuse yourself, maybe even kick him out, anything to gain some space and hopefully some clarity from the cloud of sexual tension that was looming over the two of you and blurring boundaries at lightning speed. But you were essentially frozen in place, petrified that any movement would alert Calum to the way he was affecting you. 

Your head lolled back to rest on his forearm which was lying behind you on the couch and finally peeled your eyes open, staring up at the ceiling. 

He watched you from the corner of his eye, taking note of every rise and fall of your chest, every thick swallow of your throat. 

If there was one thing Calum was well versed in, it was his ability to read you, he liked to think he knew you better than anyone else in the world. He could tell exactly how you were feeling just by watching you, your face, your breathing and he was more than shocked when he started getting the feeling you were no longer upset but something far more appealing. 

Were you turned on? Right here in his presence? The thought made blood rush to his dick, which twitched in his pants when another breathy sigh passed your lips. 

“What’re you thinking about, love?” 

Everything in you urged you to answer honestly, just tell him the truth. “You, I’m thinking about you. I’m always thinking about you.” But you couldn’t do that, so instead you deflected. 

“What’re you thinking about?” you countered, meeting his eyes. 

Calum questioned his next words very carefully, debating whether or not he could recover if he was wrong about what you were feeling and you shut him down. It was pointless though, he knew he would never recover from your rejection. He also knew that spontaneous combustion wouldn’t look very good on his tombstone and that’s exactly what would happen if he spent one more minute not kissing you. 

Fuck it. 

“That pretty little set you had on last night.” he confessed. 

That you weren’t expecting. 

A quiet whine rang from your throat and you were far too affected to feel embarrassed. 

And that did it, Calum was now impossibly hard in his pants, no doubt leaking precum onto his boxer briefs. He needed to get his hands on you, now. 

His hand started to slowly travel up your thigh, goosebumps rising on every centimeter they passed. 

“So gorgeous in red, aren’t ya y/n?”

“Cal,” you hissed when his thumb brushed the sensitivity of your inner thigh. 

“Mm.” he hummed. “It’d be pretty hard fo’me to stop right now, but I will if that’s what you want. Is that what you want, love?” 

He was sure he’d cry if he had to let go of you now, but he needed to hear you say it. 

“No, don’t wanna stop.” you whined, turning your body flush to his.

“Whaddya want then, baby? Hm?” You could feel his every word on the flushed skin of your neck as he leaned into the crook.

“Want you.” 

He could’ve came then and there. 

“Then I’m all yours.” he admitted before crashing his lips on yours. 

Your heart was in your stomach as his tongue entered your mouth, explorative and eager. He was too busy memorizing your taste to notice your fingers tugging at his sweater. You attempted to push it up desperate to feel his skin under your hands. You were able to pull the fabric up about halfway before they were blocked by his arms that were holding you close against him.

Calum laughed when you pulled apart from the kiss, giving him a disappointed look. 

“Want it off?” he teased. 

You couldn’t bother to be embarrassed when you nodded eagerly in response. He didn’t waste any time peeling the fabric off of his skin, and you were quick to lightly run a finger across the ink feather just below his collarbone. 

Now it was his turn to tug on your clothes, “Level the playing field?” 

You nodded, lifting your arms and allowing him to lift the sweatshirt over your head leaving your chest completely bare. Calum groaned at the sight of your tits, his hands quickly finding your waist and tugging you down to lay on your back in one swift motion. 

Once you were laid out in front of him he took the opportunity to explore the new skin. His hands left a lingering warmth as they dragged across your stomach and despite the kind words and endearing demeanor that he always upheld with you, you found yourself shying under his gaze, wanting to curl away from him. As your hands began to wrap around your stomach in an attempt to cover yourself up he quickly pushed them away, locking them in place on either side of you. 

“Wanna see everything baby, all of you.” he cooed in your ear before nipping at the lobe. 

His kisses began to travel down your neck, sucking a few marks to your collar bones and the surrounding areas. When his fingers grazed over a fresh bruise in the dip just between your neck and shoulders you hissed lightly. 

“You look so pretty marked up for me. All mine, aren’t you baby? Not Cam’s, mine. Say it.” 

“Yours, Cal.” you admitted, feeling your body sink further into the couch. You had never felt drunk off of someone’s words before and the experience was leaving you sputtering, completely compliant to your best friend. 

He hummed contently at your confession, his large hands gripping at your hips, before slowly peeling your leggings off.

“Y’feel so good in my hands, like you were made for me.” his thumbs poking at the soft skin, just beneath your panties. 

The feeling of his hands so close to where you needed them, but not quite there was driving you crazy. 

“Cal, please.” you begged. 

He groaned before tugging at the cotton covering you. “Cam’s a fucking idiot, y’know that? He had the prettiest girl in the world and treated her like shit. I’d never do that, wanna worship you baby.” 

It was ridiculous how overwhelmed his words were leaving you, all desperate and squirming. As his fingers met the soaked expanse of your cunt you couldn’t hold back the throaty moan it elicited. 

A pornographic sigh followed close behind, one that made Calum want to pinch himself to ensure he wasn’t in the midst of a haunting dream. 

“Soaked f’me darling.” he mused, running his fingers up and down your folds to completely coat you in your arousal. You whimpered at the feeling, bucking your hips up desperate for friction. 

Tutting while shaking his head, he used one hand on your lower stomach to press you back down to the couch. 

“Stay still for me won’t you, love?” he cooed, continuing to run his fingers over your core lightly. 

When you bobbed your head up and down in agreement he lifted your leg to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your calf. 

“Hm, good girl.” he praised, softly laying your leg back down. 

Calum hovered above you, dipping his head down every so often to peck at your chest, his fingers still unrelenting. The knot in your lower stomach tightened every second that passed and you felt like you could scream at any second, yearning to be full. 

Calum felt like he could burst any minute himself but was determined to make this experience the best of your life. He wanted to give you something to remember, a reason to want more. 

Your soft moans and frustrated grunts alerted him to your neediness and he was just about ready to give in for the both of you. 

“What do you need from me, baby?” he said against your shoulder before peppering kisses across your collar bones. 

You could only respond with an airy moan when his fingers found your clit. 

“Hm? My fingers?” You shook your head aggressively. He knew exactly what you wanted, the tease. 

“No? Want my mouth?” he teased further, leaving an opened mouth kiss in between your tits. 

“Cal,” you sighed. “Fuck me, please.”

He groaned at your words, nipping lightly at the skin before ridding himself of his pants. 

“You’re a fucking dream, y’know that?” he praised, desperately searching for a condom in his pants. When he finally located one he held it up to you as if it were a prized possession, smiling proudly at his own preparedness. 

He hastily freed himself from the constraints of his boxers and rolled the condom on, never once taking his eyes off of the blissful expression on your face. 

“Ready?” he questioned, his tip lightly pressing at your entrance. You nodded and sucked in a breath, bracing yourself for the stretch, your eyes falling closed in the process. 

When a few seconds went by and nothing happened you opened your eyes to find Calum staring down at you in awe. 

“Cal,” you whined. “what’re you doing?” 

Your words seemed to break him from his trance, he shook his head and muttered an apology to you. 

“Sorry, fuck you’re pretty. You’ve got no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.” 

“Then stop waiti-” your words were cut off by a sharp hiss that couldn’t have been prevented as his length finally pressed into you. 

“Fuck.” Calum groaned his head falling back. You felt too good around him, seriously he was fucked, completely ruined for you. 

You felt the exact same as your silky moans filled the room. You had never been filled this good and you questioned how you had gone so long without this. 

“M-move” you sighed, clenching around him. 

You could hear his breath catch at the feeling and he grunted out a strained, “Need a minute.” 

He held himself in place for a few more seconds until his breaths began to even out once again before pulling nearly all the way out and slamming back in. 

You yelped, pulling your lip between your teeth in hopes to drown the sound. 

He continued slamming into you at an unrelenting pace, taking notice of each time your eyes would roll back when he brushed against your g-spot. He could write a book about how good you looked all fucked for him. 

As his thrusts grew closer together you could feel your release creeping up on you.  

“Cal, need’ta cum.” you stuttered out. 

His hands tightened around your hips, pulling you even closer to him as his head poked at that spot again. 

“Go on baby, let go.” he encouraged, willing himself to hold out a little longer as your walls fluttered around him. 

Once you had came it only took him about three more thrusts before he was painting the condom with his release, groaning your name as his hand searched for yours to intertwine them as he came down from his own high. 

  His body flopped next to yours on the couch, both of you struggling to fit next to each other in such a small space, not that either of you minded the close quarters. 

Your fingers remained laced together as you caught your breath, Calum peppering kisses to your shoulder and mumbling praises into your skin. 

“You’re an angel. God, I just- I love you.” he said, causing your head to snap in his direction. 

He looked like a deer in headlights when you asked for him to repeat himself. 

“I love you?” he obliged.

“Is it a question?” 

“No, I’m just not used to saying it.” he admitted, vulnerability clear in his eyes. 

You wanted to kiss away the worried crease in his forehead but instead pressed your lips to his, pulling apart a fraction of an inch to speak after a few seconds.

“I love you too.” you ensured. 

Calum eyes widened, not expecting you to say it back, at least not so soon. He had so much he wanted to say to you but figured all of it could be summed up by another kiss to your soft lips. So he closed the distance once again, using a bit more force this time in hopes it would convey the strength of his feelings for you.

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[lostandsearching]

Your Loving Chains

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem!Reader(past)

Word Count: 10.4k+

Summary: With an explosive reunion during Tony’s party, how does Wanda handle the truth of her actions? Can she disentangle acts of care from acts of control and is it too late to traverse the great gorges she has created in her relationship with Y/N?

Warnings: 18+, Toxic relationship, Controlling behaviors, Gaslighting (Lemme know if you think I should add more)

A/N: Pt 3, finally got round to it. This one popped up listening to You Are The Reason by Calum Scott. This one is not heavy like the rest but this series is still not for under 18s. Hope you enjoy, and always comments cheer me up and I’m grateful for reblogs. Header credit: @its-just-may

Italics = Flashback

Colours = Flashback within a flashback...it'll make sense

Chapters I One I Two I Three I Four I Five I Epilogue

There are always two sides to every story, life doesn’t exist in black and white but rather an assorted gradient of greys that transition from one to the other. To truly weigh the worth of a choice, you must also take into consideration the motivations behind it.

Wanda was furious, of course she was, not that she truly believed she had any right to be, after all, it was her decision to leave, but her fury burned bright nonetheless. Steve had informed her that you would be making an appearance at tonight’s party, the first time she would have any contact with you in nearly two years.

She wouldn’t admit it to anyone, least of all Vision, but she missed you. She missed spending time with you, even if it was doing nothing. She missed seeing the bright smile painted on your face and your gentle touch when her mind tilted towards darker depths. Wanda missed her best-friend but tonight she would work on bridging the gap in your relationship, at least that was the intention.

Although she was never a fan of Tony’s parties, the events far too auspicious for her liking, she was eager to see you and make an impression. She began preparations for tonight, hours earlier than needed, taking care to scrub herself meticulously after the exhausting training session with Steve. Her eyes raked over her wardrobe before landing on the perfect dress for the evening.

She had opted for a high-necked, red silk dress that had a slit running up one length to reveal her toned leg as she walked, the back exposed save for the crisscross of thin strips of fabric against her shoulder blades, matched with red stilettos. She remembered fondly how you loved this dress on her.

“Jesus Wands, are you trying to set the place on fire?” you ask

“What are you talking about Y/N?”

“Baby, you look way too hot to be safe” you reply with a whistle, your eyes tracing her every curve.

“You’re an idiot” Wanda chuckles as a blush rises on her cheeks

“But I’m your idiot” you say softly as you move towards her back and wrap your arms around her waist, leaning into her ear before whispering “And you love me”

Your warm breath tickles her ear eliciting a giggle from her. Wanda turns in your embrace and wraps her exposed arms around your neck. “Yes you are and yes I do” she whispers, her nose nuzzling yours before placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

“You look beautiful love” you say softly

“You just like the dress” Wanda replies jokingly

“Yes, it’s definitely my favorite but you’d look beautiful in anything Wands” you say gently

Wanda’s green orbs search your eyes and is overcome by the waves of adoration in them, not a hint of a lie or falseness. She presses her face into your suit jacket to hide her embarrassment at your lavishing attention. “I love you Y/N” she mumbles into your shoulder

“I love you too Wanda” you reply before placing a kiss on her head, holding her a while longer.

Wanda runs her hands down the length of the silk gown as she admires herself in the tall mirror and she can’t help but wonder if it’ll pull your attention like it had all those years ago. Not in the capacity it had done in the past, no, she just wanted her friend to notice her, it’s just an innocent attempt at drawing your focus, nothing more, right?

“Hello darling” Vision says as he phases into their shared room

“Jesus Vis, we’ve talked about this” she says with a start “I don’t like it when you just appear out of nowhere”

“We share a room Wanda” he says in a monotone voice

“Yes bu-”

“You should be used to it by now darling” he cuts levelly “Is that what you’re wearing to the party Wanda?”

“Um...yes. Is there something wrong with it?” She asks hesitantly, suddenly anxious about her appearance.

“The black dress looks better on you, that one is far too revealing, darling” He replies, adding pointed emphasis on his pet name for her.

“Oh...ok Vis” she responds meekly, deflated and suddenly uncomfortable in the beautiful gown.

“Good, I’ll wait for you by the car” he responds, placing a quick peck on her cheek before phasing out.

Wanda turns her eyes back towards the mirror and looks at the refined material, fingertips fiddling with the hem at the split as tears begin to pool in her eyes. ‘Y/N would have liked it’ she muses sadly before removing it, wearing the conservative black that Vision had suggested.

She looks at her appearance once more and sees nothing but a carbon copy of what she knows other revelers there would look like, if not more muted, nothing that would peak your notice and draw your attention, the disappointment on her face visible in her reflection.

With her hands placing a gentle slap to her cheeks, she schools her features and hardens her resolve. She’ll just have to physically approach you if she can’t draw your focus with her dress. She can at least say hi.

Yes, Wanda was fuming. Vision couldn’t tell behind her fictitiously large smile at the inane conversation they were both trapped in with some elderly couple, but she was enraged. Steve had told her you were coming but failed to tell her you were coming with Natasha. She had to see for herself as you both exit the elevator and move towards the large room, beaming smiles plastered on both your faces as you gaze at each other adoringly.

Wanda was well aware that she had no right to be jealous, that you and Natasha had been close friends even before her arrival but the look in your eyes as you watch her tilt her head back in laughter has the Sokovian seething. She controls her swirling rage and chooses to focus on the conversation within her huddle instead.

Her plans were of course short lived when her eyes automatically scans the crowd once more, in search of Y/H/C bobbing in the medley of people. Just as it had done all those years ago, she finds you with ease, the pull between you and her still pronounced as ever.

With Natasha no longer by your side, you deep in conversation with one of the party goers, she lets her eyes linger on your form, you were wearing your favorite suit. It was the maroon three-piece with a skinny black silk tie that you had bought to match her dress, the one she opted not to wear. You looked as radiant as ever but her stomach clenched at the thought that it was Natasha that had helped you with your tie, you forever hopeless with getting the length right.

Her heart skips a beat when she sees the wide smile on your face at something the man had said to you, the smile that she had fallen in love with, that one that had drawn her to you, the one that still draws her to you. She shakes her mind free from the thoughts, she is with Vision now, she’s meant to be with him.

A panic starts settling in her stomach as she watches your companion lead you over towards her group, closer to her. She wasn’t emotionally ready to greet you yet, thoughts of wanting to be near you battling with the jealousy at seeing you with Natasha just moments ago, continued to boulder on.

The internalized war is worsened when a new contender enters its midst. With you now within the ring of conversation, Vision sends you a quick greeting of acknowledgement before turning his attention away, you on the other hand, were looking pointedly at Wanda. For a brief second, your eyes meet and Wanda sees nothing but softness in yours, no hint of anger or resentment in your tender gaze.

She feels her heart race and swell with a hurricane of emotions that a simple look from you elicits within her, until guilt settles achingly in its pit. She’s with Vision now and she should have eyes only for him. She’s with him after all, she pulls away her attention swiftly and gazes up at Vision with adoration, yet in the back of her mind is desire and the image pulling the feeling from her was not his.

When you had split away from her group, Wanda had put her best efforts in focusing on her boyfriend but the niggling tug of your presence caused a covetous ache in her. She hated that you were so near yet the invisible chasm between you was heartbreakingly vast. She decides to find you and disentangles herself from Vision.

“Where are you going Wanda?” he asks when she pulls away

“I’m just getting a drink Vis” she answers, the partial truth slipping from her lips far too easily

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough, darling?”

The couple in the group shift uncomfortably at the growing tension and make excuses to extricate themselves from the situation, claiming to want to dance.

“Vis, I’ve only had one drink tonight, I ca-”

“Careful darling, you know I’m only doing this for your best interest. I love you and I’m only saving you from embarrassing yourself in front of everyone” he says levelly with a saccharine smile on his lips “Get yourself some water” without leaving room for argument, he moves into the crowd and leaves Wanda standing alone, confused and anxious about his parting words. She decides to get a glass of water, after she finds you.

As Wanda’s emotions swirl with uncertainty, the pull of your comfort magnifies. She can sense your presence, your proximity near and as she weaves through the crowd, she catches a glimpse of your hair swaying in the center of the dance floor. A smile quirks up her lips and her trepidation eases but the feeling is fleeting when she is confronted with the full view of your frame, twisting and turning with Natasha in your arms.

She watches as you turn to the old couple next to you, the same one that she was trapped in conversation with not moments ago, they look upheaved at whatever passed through your lips as they slink away only for Natasha to punch you in the arm.

Wanda isn’t sure what she hates more, the brevity and closeness that passes between you or the fact that she has to watch Natasha rub your arm affectionately as she is forced to stand in the sidelines. It isn’t until a few conspiratorial exchanges pass between you that Wanda decides she’s seen enough, the moments of laughter escaping from your lips and Natasha’s touches as she wipes your cheeks, far too intimate for Wanda to stomach.

She finally reaches Vision with hopes that his presence would calm the turmoil within her.

“Where’s your water darling?” he asks as she approaches him and links her arm in his, in search of grounding.

“Oh, I forgot” she replies anxiously

He turns to their current companions, people that Wanda can’t place “Wanda is often lost in other worlds, I’m not sure how she would cope without me” He jokes as they all laugh lightly.

Wanda’s face flushes with deep embarrassment and a painful twinge twists her heart. She plasters on a smile and laughs at his joke jovially, not wanting to make a scene, when inside she feels like her sense of self is rotting away with each passing moment by his side. She knows he’s only entertaining the guests, that Vision doesn’t mean harm, she knows he loves her, even you had mentioned her tendency to mentally wander.

“Earth to Wanda, come in Wanda, do you read?” you joke with a gentle nudge to her shoulder.

You were at another one of Tony’s never-ending parties, your hand grasping hers softly. She had once again gotten lost in thought as conversation about technology advancements had you enraptured in conversation.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” she asks as she shakes off her daydream

You flash her a heart warming smile before you lift your hand and thumb her cheek affectionately. “You’re always getting lost in that head of yours” you say gently

“Sorry” she chuckles out with embarrassment

“Don’t be love, I like that you’re a daydreamer, I just wish I could go with you” you reply before placing a soft kiss on her lips. “We’ll spend a few more minutes here and then we’ll sneak off and watch sitcoms. Sound like a plan?”

“What about the party?” she asks as she hides her excitement.

“Screw the party, I’d rather be in bed with you” you say resolutely, mischievous grin on your face

Wanda was always lost in thought but even when her mind travelled the wondrous worlds her brain conjured, it was always by your side, physically or otherwise. “I love you Y/N” she speaks in your mind, the intimate moment only reserved for you.

“I love you too Wanda”

/

The rest of the party passes in a haze, Wanda decides to stay by Vision’s side to ground her yet with each passing flash of you with Natasha hooked onto your arm, she felt no more reassured at her boyfriend’s presence than if he were absent from the event all together. She rallied her thoughts and focused on the discussions being had, not wanting to be singled out again.

It was much later in to the evening, the party goers had trickled away and the circle of couches was solely occupied by the team of Avengers. She had naturally sat next to Vision although truth be told, a part of her had to fight your gravity, she had yet to speak to you and catch a moment of your attention without the redhead taped to your side.

It aggravated Wanda more that you had chosen to settle your head on Natasha’s lap as she lazily combs your hair with her slender fingers, she chooses to focus on the childish game of truth or dare instead.

It was once again her turn, Sam had asked if she would like truth or dare and the word truth was about to slip past her lips once more before Vision interjected.

“I think Wanda would like to do a dare, wouldn’t you darling?” Vision muses

Wanda can hear the command obfuscated beneath his gentle musing, she knows he wants her to entertain and a part of her can’t help but berate herself for being clearly tedious during the social setting. She knows Vision is only looking out for her, making sure she’s not lost in obscurity amongst the large personalities on the team.

“Dare” she replies firmly

She can feel your searing gaze, calling to her, asking her why. She can’t look into your gentle eyes, not when she herself is unsure as to why anymore.

“I dare you to kiss the best flyer in the room” Sam says with a grin.

As soon as the mention of locking lips is uttered, Wanda’s mind travels to thoughts of you, of your soft lips and your sweet taste on her tongue before she is dragged back to reality with the tiny, little detail of you lacking the crucial ability to fly, not to mention that such an act would be less than welcomed by either Vision or you.

Her eyes intuitively seek you out but she wishes she hadn’t, she hones in on the sweet smile you send the redhead as Natasha’s softens while she looks down at you. Wanda’s stomach turns as you wordlessly communicate with one another, gazes full reverence and endearment. The final straw was looking on as you detangle Natasha’s fingers from your hair, interlacing it with yours before placing it above your heart.

Wanda’s heart crumbles at the exchange, the kinship undeniably more than that of friendship. She pushes the pain away and turns her gaze towards Vision’s blue eyes and guides his lips towards hers. Wanda can’t help but compare, his lips too firm, skin too cold, taste too metallic. Thoughts of you filter through, unbidden, as she pulls away and looks into his eyes, all she can see is you.

As Sam wails with disappointment, she coerced her mind to see the blue orbs before her but to no avail, as her eyes take in the red vibranium man in front of her, her mind paints pictures of Y/E/C gazing back at her lovingly, displacing the harsh truth momentarily.

Her attention, ever easily drawn to your movements, sees you move off of Natasha and Tony’s laps to head to the bar. She excuses herself quickly before Vision could object and follows you close behind with light steps, this being her only opportunity in the evening where you aren’t glued to the Widow’s side.

Wanda sees you leaning over the bar in search of something, her eyes momentarily wandering down to your shapely behind before she drags them away to garner your attention with the first thing that pops up in her mind.

“So you and Nat” she says with agitation she didn’t know would make an appearance until it slipped her lips, but it was too late to draw them back now as flashes of you together linger in her thoughts.

“What about me and Nat Maximoff?” your tone flat and empty

Wanda can’t help but feel the barbs of your indifference, you had looked at her so gently only at the beginning of the evening yet now, all the softness has ebbed away. She briefly feels at fault for not having approached you sooner until she remembers why she had only deigned to draw near you now, the notion fueling her fiery jealousy.

“You just look very cozy with her is all, I always thought you two had something, I guess I was right” She replies with bite. The look in your eyes quickly informs her she took it a step too far, her unreined resentfulness drawing your fury, a look that she has never been exposed to before, until now.

With every growled word slipping your lips, Wanda’s heart fractures at its truths, her limbs bolted to where she stood at your blazing eyes even as you advance forwards. As you stand before her, body raging, eyes a pit of fury, all Wanda is consumed by is how your breath fans her face, your nearness intoxicating in a way that allows her to breath, as if she had unknowingly stopped the day she walked away.

Her hands itch to reach out, to caress your cheek and douse you burning anger, to feel you lean into her touch like you always did, to kiss away the outrage, but before her body had the opportunity to act mindlessly, you sidle past her, bringing her back to her senses and what she had almost done.

Your steady parting words causes her splintered heart to shatter. Questions swim in the Sokovian’s mind, how much did you suffer for there to be a need to get better, how could you ever think you meant nothing to her when you meant everything, how did she allow her actions to leave the one person she valued, a parting gift of suffering.

As tears began to accumulate in her eyes, her only thoughts were of reaching you, speaking to you and setting things straight, to apologize to her friend, to explain. She spins on her heel to follow after you only to crash into Vision’s firm chest. She stumbles back slightly as she looks into his eyes, emptiness behind them.

“We’re leaving Wanda” he says resolutely

“I nee-”

He takes a step forward and leans into her ear “We are leaving now before you embarrass yourself further, darling” he whispers

Wanda’s shattered heart is drowned in his venomous tone as she lowers her head in submission, allowing him to grab her hand roughly. As he drags her away, careful to appear affectionate with his hold, Wanda can’t help but shoot a backwards glance at you leaning over the balcony railing, her mind screaming for you to look back at her. You don’t and it hurts.

/

The drive home was made in tense silence, Wanda can feel the agitation brewing within Vision while her fractured mind was torn between moments shared with her past and her future, the feeling of rage from each and her loneliness the only commonality in the two.

Vision spent the whole ride in silence only for the dam to finally burst when they entered their shared room. He had phased into the room, leaving Wanda to open the door and enter separately. “What was that Wanda? Are you intentionally trying to embarrass yourself?” He says with barely hidden mockery.

“What are you talking about Vis?” she tries to dismiss, turning away from him in attempts to create some distance.

She feels his cold, metal grip on her arm as he twists her back around to face him, his features devoid of humanity, eyes bathed in cold calculation. “So you weren’t running after Y/N like some love sick puppy?”

“I was trying to talk to my friend Vis. I hav-”

“We both know how you talk to friends Wanda. I was your friend after all”

“That’s not fair Vis. I never betr-”

“Please Wanda, don’t attempt to lie, you know I can detect your desire. It’s shameless and pathetic. You were disgr………”

Vision’s voice slowly turns into white noise, incessantly ringing in Wanda’s ears, the routine of their arguments all too familiar. She feels the barrage of his insults and demeaning professions of care and affection, of his love and protection of her, slowly chipping away at what’s left of the towering pedestal that you had once placed her atop.

When Vision leaves, as he always does, Wanda is left standing in their chilled room, wearing clothes that didn’t feel like hers, being a woman that was not her, tired and empty as the ringing continued to reverberate in her mind.

She had always felt she didn’t deserve the heights with which you had raised her, it is only fitting that Vision brings her back down to the levels she belongs, reveling in the muck that someone like her truly belonged.

Wanda spends another night alone, eyes cast to the ceiling, begging for answers to her turmoiled heart as tears stream down her cheeks, silent whimpers begging to be heard, face contorted in pain, begging to be seen.

Wanda’s emotional and mental stability took a battering the evening of Tony’s party but life deemed it fit that she also endured a physical one. She was once again training with Steve but having been all too distracted by altercations between her lovers, it was less training and more enduring, something Wanda was well versed in.

Having failed to block Steve’s shield for the umpteenth time, the super soldier finally calls it quits as she kneels crumpled on the floor, gathering her breath back.

“What’s going on Wanda, you’re unfocused” Steve states seriously

“I’m fine Steve” she waves away dismissively as she straightens up, hair stuck to her face, body littered with sweat and bruises.

Though the super soldier might be imposing in stature, his nature was anything but. He examines the youngest Avenger, notes the darkened rims around her eyes, the redness in her orbs and the dullness in her hazel irises. He places his large hand on her shoulder and softens. “Wanna talk about it kid?” he asks gently, bright blue eyes kinder than the blue Wanda is accustomed to.

For a moment Wanda hesitates, his soft touch and comforting gaze too foreign a feature to her to respond. The compassion in his baby blues are reminiscent of Y/E/C always gently, but assuredly, waiting to support her should she need. It draws Wanda in and draws her pain out to mar her young features, aging them with her sorrow.

She opens her mouth but a voice breaks the silence and both hazel and blue are drawn to the intrusion, the moment shattered, Wanda’s opportunity missed. “Hello Captain” Vision speaks jovially before turning his attention to Wanda, blue eyes piercing in their hold. “I came to collect you for lunch darling”

Wanda was well aware that his softness was held for pretense, the argument from the night before still vivid in his tight jaw. Her heart sinks but she cradles it away, hidden and protecting it from the intensity of his love. She opens her mouth to acquiesce to his demand but she’s taken aback when Steve speaks out first.

“Actually Vision, I’m going to take Wanda out for a run. Her stamina needs work.” Steve’s voice remains kind but commanding, his leadership role coming to the forefront.

Wanda’s confusion can’t help but show on her features as she looks to the soldier, missing how Vision takes in all the information. “Of course, may I join you?”

“I think it’s best I focus on Wanda without her having any distractions” he says levelly “C’mon kid, we’ll take laps around the compound” Steve says before clapping Wanda gently round the back and leading her out of the gym and away from Vision’s intrusive gaze.

Once they make it to the point on the grounds that lays the furthest from the compound, Wanda begins her stretches in preparation for a grueling run with the physically enhanced man only to feel his large hand on her shoulder again.

“You don’t have to do that, lets just walk and talk” he says kindly

“But I thought you said-”

“Well we could go for a run if that’s what you want but I don’t think that’s what you need kid” he says firmly but his stance remained open and welcoming.

Wanda hesitates, she doesn’t want to speak poorly of Vision, he loves her but he was a hard man to communicate her feelings to and Wanda needed an outlet. Her mind wanders towards you and how effortless it had always been for her to just open up about how she felt, how she feels, to you.

Steve doesn’t miss her hesitation and opts to switch tactics. “How about we go for a slow jog and if you still don’t want to talk that’s ok. We’ll go around the compound once and I won’t bring it up again after. Deal?” he ask

“Ok” She replies timidly and off they set. Steve had allowed her to set the pace, to control the speed and the situation, which admittedly would be equivalent to a slow crawl for the Captain. She didn’t realize how grateful she would be for his relinquishment until she had authority over their exchange.

“Vision really loves me” she says, breaking the sound of their rhythmic treads with her voice, white noise ringing in her ears

“Ok”

“He tells me he loves me all the time” she continues but she hesitates once again, the ringing in her ears becoming more pronounced while the smallest part of her begs to be released beyond the noise, to let her have her say as she falls deeper into the depths.

“But?” Steve prods gently, not an ounce of difficulty with the steadied jog.

Vision’s voice is distinctly clawing at her now, steering the helm and wrenching it from her grasp. His words of affirmation and degradation mull together like a sordid heap of words, like tangled and knotted roots of a twisted tree he had planted in her heart, cutting into it with proclamations of his love. Within it’s caging roots sits an emaciated child with hollowed hazel eyes, beaten and whimpering, cradling the last vestiges of light she holds in her tired grasp as the fiendish vortex of loneliness whips at her, drowning her and filling her lungs as she screams her plight, her yells trapped in its bubbled pools.

Though the light is weak and small, it’s warm and gentle, unoppressive in the soft way it basks her in its glow. The small light swirls and dances with a myriad of colors, her private showing of the northern lights, your whispered affections and truths caressing her and filling her with strength. A brief flicker of red flashes in her eyes, a speck of retaliation against the darkness’ voracious hunger.

“He’s not Y/N”

/

Vision had been persistent on buying a car, wanting to be able to drive Wanda anywhere at any time. Wanda had tried to protest that she was still learning to drive but had been dismissed, he insisted that he would do all the driving. Wanda need not learn, he had already cancelled the lessons.

As they navigate the car dealership together, her eyes are drawn to a simple pickup truck held outside, separated from the showroom vehicles. A small smile graces her face as a fond memory erupts in her mind.

“Y/N this is silly” Wanda huffs as she struggles to walk forward at your guidance, your hands firmly covering her eyes.

“But I want the full effect of the surprise” you retort excitedly.

She hears the joy in your voice and she can’t help but feel the giddiness of the moment rub off on her. “Ok but if I hit something, I’m blaming you!” she grumbles playfully

“Me? I would never let that happen!” you reply indignantly

Wanda was about to quip back before you let out a small excited squeak behind her.

“OK, stop rigggghtt...there” “you ready to see?” you ask

“Y/N, just show me” she laughs

“SURPRISE!” you shout before pulling your hands away.

Momentarily, Wanda’s eyes adjust to the beaming sunlight but then they fall on the bright red pickup truck in front of her. “Y/N, what is this?” she asks carefully, lost in confusion as she turns her gaze to you.

She watches as you wring your hands together nervously, a gentle smile on your face “It’s our car. You said you always liked how people stargaze on them in those old movies...so I figured we could have that as a first car...I mean of course we could just return it and get a grown up car...or you could pick something else...not an SUV though...you hate them” you ramble out, your anxieties settling with each passing moment.

Wanda on the other hand was lost for words, she had mentioned that detail once, long before you had started dating yet you remembered after all this time. Her emotions begin to bubble up, causing tears to well in the corner of her eyes. She sees the panic on your face before she throws her arms around you in a crushing embrace, her face buried in the crook of your neck.

“Um...is this a good thing or a bad thing?” you ask hesitantly as you return the hug firmly

“A very good thing” she mumbles into your neck, tickling you and making you giggle.

“I’m glad you like it then”

“I love it” she says quietly as she hides the happy tears that escape.

“I put you on everything so when you know how to drive, you can drive it too” you whisper as you cradle her in your arms.

Wanda’s heart swells with elation, the gift and the plans of a future you had clearly thought out, too much to put into words so she does the only thing she knows.

“I love you Y/N”

“I love you too Wanda”

“Seems like the miss has taken an interest in the truck outside, it’s not as nice as these models but it’s very reliable and in great condition for a very reasonable price” the salesman says, drawing Wanda out of her memory. She turns to Vision and the look of distaste on his face already gives her the answer.

“It’s rather impractical, I’m sure Wanda wouldn’t appreciate such a thing” he answers

“Of course sir, my mistake”

“How much for this silver SUV? This is more our speed” Vision enquired.

Wanda’s heart sinks, he must have forgotten or he just knows better. They are linked after all, Vision knows her better than she knows herself sometimes, or so he likes to remind her. She keeps a careful controlled smile on her face as Vision continues to speak to the dealer and her mind continues to linger on a simple red truck.

/

Wanda and Vision were settled on the loveseat in the communal room, she had opted to read a light romance novel while Vision was pouring over a bible on quantum mechanics. Her orbs briefly rise from her book to see Natasha appearing flustered in the distance as she nears the communal space, shopping in hand.

Before the red-head can notice her stare, her eyes drop back down to her book and continues her reading, quick to avoid any confrontation with the Widow. She comes across an amusing part of the story where the hero makes a fool of himself for his love interest, cliché but entertaining. Laughter slips from her lips and she tries to get Vision to read the paragraph, wanting to share in her mirth.

With barely a glance over the pointed book, he quickly dismisses her reading as childish. “You should be reading more scientific works darling, you need to improve your lack of knowledge” he speaks levelly, without so much as a look at her.

Her face flushes with embarrassment as seizing pain, wrenched at her heart. She looks back down at her novel and the happiness and enjoyment she felt is dulled as feelings of inadequacy and immaturity begin to overwhelm her.

A niggling notion rises in the back of her mind that you would have shared in the enjoyment and a familiar tug of your comfort in close proximity, pulls at her. She packs the wishful thinking safely away in the corners of her heart, to join the other times she had felt the draw only for Vision to cut the cord.

/

They were cooking in the kitchen, Vision had wanted to impress the team with his attempts at cooking a dish, Natasha had quickly shot down his offer with a succinct ‘no’ before taking her leave and being swiftly cornered by Steve. Wanda sees Natasha stiffen and huff with frustration as she follows the oblivious Steve towards the meeting room.

They continued cooking together in silence, Vision taking the lead as he followed the recipe verbatim, Wanda long given up attempts at making recommendations for amendments. She wanted more than just silence while cooking, it was deafening.

“FRIDAY, can you put some music on please” she asks the AI and a cheerful melody fills the room. As Wanda begins to sway, cutting the vegetable precisely as Vision ordered, she soon gets lost in the music and begins to sing along, memories of a lighter time drifting through her mind.

Her joy is cut short when his voice slices through the atmosphere. “We need to concentrate and I cannot focus with that noise in the background” Vision huffs with his face pinched in concentration as he stirs the pot.

“FRIDAY, turn off the music please” once again the room is bathed in silence, the only sounds coming from the bubbling of the stew.

Wanda sees Natasha rush past the room towards her living quarters only to speed by wearing a jacket not long thereafter. Her heart hammers as eyes fixate on the redhead’s rushed exit. She knows Natasha must be going to visit you, she wished she knew how you were, if you were with someone new, if you were happier with someone right for you.

As they silently cook on, Wanda’s internal cries of loneliness and longing for your soft spoken words, your broken singing and whispered words of devotion caressing her, smash against the gilded cage of Vision love, but she will not relent. She would never be so selfish as to hold you back from finding your true love, even if you would always be hers.

/

“I never did get why you broke it off with Y/N, I just assumed I was wrong about you two” Steve comments.

His voice draws her back from her introspection, so lost in her memories that they were already nearing the end of their lap together, her time with control coming to a close. “What do you mean?” she asks finally, his words had finally sunk through the haze of thoughts in her mind.

“You guys looked like you had the thing everyone wants and not many find”

She looks up at his flawless face as beads of sweat drip down her confused one.

“The right dancing partner” he says softly, face kind as his eyes wander to thoughts unknown to her but his mind is so loud, Wanda briefly sees an image of a small, brunette woman with dazzling red painted lips. She quickly attempts to control her abilities, careful not to pry any further, accidentally or otherwise.

“All I’m saying is kid, I’ve never seen you happier than when you were with Y/N”

“I did what I thought was best for her and Vision loves me, we’re connected” Wanda mumbles.

He reaches out to her and slows her jog to a stop before turning to face her fully, arms crossed and brows pinched together with concern and confusion,

“You sure that’s what you were doing cuz it didn’t look like that to me”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she says defensively, mirroring his stance.

“Were you doing what was best for her or for yourself?”

“How would walking away be best for me! I love...loved...her, but I knew that I wasn’t the one for Y/N so I was being selfless and let her go! I’m meant to be with Vis” Wanda’s voice rising with the anger growing within.

“Sounds more like you were being a coward Wanda” he says levelly

“Careful Steve, you forget what I can do” her eyes alight with red, her Sokovian accent heavy

Steve lets off a tired sigh before uncrossing his arms and resting his hands on her shoulders once more. “It’s OK to admit you were afraid kid, but it’s never ok to run away from the truth. It’s cowardly, you can do better” he tries gently

“And what would I have been afraid of exactly” she tilts her head in challenge

“That you are the right one for Y/N” he says firmly, gaze steadily meeting her enraged ones.

“Why would I have been afraid of that?” she huffs mockingly

“Then you’d always be afraid you’d lose her too”

His words touch a cord within her, one she has long denied to have existed, her hidden fear and her buried truth. He heart rips and clenches as her inner self wails at her from within, cursing her for her weakness, disavowing her choice to leave, pleading with her to make the right choice now.

“Listen, Wanda. I’m not telling you what to do but I am saying that you really need to think about why you did what you did and what you really want. Any start is a good start” with a soft squeeze of her shoulder he ends the session and walks away leaving Wanda lost in thought.

“But I did lose her” Wanda’s anger all but dissolved, her heart in tatters like an impossible puzzle with pieces missing in its midst.

“Hey kid!” he calls out, causing her head to snap up to him. “Y/N was never far. She just needed you to reach out and stop being afraid” He says but he remained where he stood, looking at her pointedly.

Wanda is lost, not sure what more he wants to say as the silence continues before he brings his finger to his temple. Understanding finally dawns and Wanda looks into his mind with his permission.

The images crashing into her mind were enough to pull the strength from her legs and the tears to stream down her face. You were at the compound, she was right, she felt you close but Vision had always repelled her thoughts as false mitherings. She sees the argument held between him and Stark, the smaller man being held back by the super soldier as he yells, wanting to confront her, to blame her for something.

She listens on as they insult each other, both men protecting their charges, until Stark outs a revelation that has Wanda feeling like the world needed to burn before swallowing her whole. The bearded genius talks of your suicide attempt and the events that had unfolded ever since she left you.

She pulls back her powers from Steve’s mind, her mind reeling and her soul withering with the new knowledge. She wanted to protect you and to protect herself but all she succeeded in doing was hurting you and not being there when you needed her most. All she ever wanted was to shroud you in her love, to hold onto your enigmatic smile and bask in your positive resilience. You were in the compound, you needed her but she refused to believe the signs, too afraid to accept them.

“You’ve still got time to make a different choice kid but window’s getting real small” and with that, Steve finally leaves.

Your words from the night before, reverberate in her mind and the guilt gnaws at her. Her jealousy was nothing but childish spite and selfish want, Natasha had been there for you when she should have been. Natasha protected you when she had hurt you. The touches of comfort and trust made sense, Natasha saved the woman she loves when Wanda denied her.

How could she have let things devolve this way, as she thinks of you now and the love you both shared, how could she have even begun to question the depth of your love for one another when being in your arms, only ever felt like home.

Wanda and Vision had just touched down from another successful mission, Vision had been relentless in speaking about the connection they had with one another, making her all the more eager to head home no matter the exhaustion set in her bones.

“Wanda you know I’m right. You must feel this connection between us, the mind stone intertwining us. You must feel me as I feel you” Vision says softly, pleading in his voice.

“Vis, I love Y/N. We’ve talked about this before, I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression but you and I are just friends, nothing more” she sighs

“That’s not true and you know it Wanda. I can sense it more than just with the mind stone. My readings of your body fluctuations tell me you love me as I love you.”

“Don’t do that! I don’t like you scanning me like a piece of meat. You don’t get to tell me how I feel and who I want Vis!” her accent undulating with her anger.

He takes a step back and bows his head in apology. “I’m sorry Wanda, it was not my intention to overstep my boundaries, I just hoped to make you understand the undeniable love between us. Forgive me” he says gently

Wanda was running absolutely dry, the only person that could rejuvenate her, tucked away soundly at home. Vision was always a friend but admittedly, their friendship grew during the numerous missions that Steve had sent them on. Although Wanda always kept the growing relationship within the confines of friendship, she clearly was not careful enough and must have misled the man in some manner.

“Vis, there is nothing between us. We are just friends and nothing more, but if you keep pushing this, we won’t even be that” she says with gentle resolution.

Dejected, he casts his blue eyes to the floor and Wanda can’t help but hurt for the man, he’s her friend and she doesn’t like to hurt her friends. She reaches out for his shoulder in aims to comfort him but his quick movement has her hand now grasped in his as he places a lingering kiss in the palm of her hand.

Her stomach clenches at the feel of his cold lips on her and it takes everything within her, not to wrench her hand from his grasp but she steadies herself and allows him this one small gesture.

“Vis…”she speaks softly as she tries to withdraw her hand slowly but his grip is firm and he does not concede.

“I understand you need time to accept how you truly feel Wanda but what of Y/N?” he says the softness now gone from his tone, an ominous feeling from his words that Wanda couldn’t place.

She quickly dismisses the notion as a figment of her sapped mind as she pulls her hand back from him, he allows it this time. “What are you talking about Vis?” the annoyance clear in her voice.

“You and I belong together, our connection is clear, but will you string Y/N along indefinitely or until she realizes it’s not love for you that she has. At least not in the capacity that I love you Wanda.” He places a cold hand on her cheek and Wanda is frozen in place, lost for words and perplexed with the situation.

“Y/N doesn’t love you as I do darling, can’t you see? You are always the first to initiate anything and Y/N simply follows along. She never takes initiative because she is not truly in love with you” he thumbs her cheek as her face darkens with fear at his words.

“She’s probably asleep now and if you tell her you will stay here the night, she will not come for you, she’ll just fall asleep and leave you here” he leans in, his face close as Wanda’s eyes widen with fear that his lips might attempt to meet hers.

“If it was me, I would come get you no matter the time, no matter the place. That is my unshakeable love for you” he whispers softly, he breath fanning her face before retracting his hand and leaving her with her thoughts.

‘Sticks and Stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me” a saying taught to children, a saying falsely obscuring the perils of words and how they seep and grow within one’s mind, just as Vision’s seedling of doubt begins to take root in Wanda’s.

She wanted to say her faith in her relationship was sound and unflinching yet his words picked at her insecurities and she couldn’t help but test his words, she had decided to call you and tell you she was staying the night.

“Ok Wands, how about I come pick you up early in the morning and we can go for breakfast at that diner you like?” you whisper as you lay your head back down on the pillow.

“Don’t worry about it Y/N. I’ll drive myself home. I’m probably going to sleep for a while. I’ll see you when I get home” she replies.

Her mind’s childish qualms test you but begs for you to pass, to say you will come get her instead, to change your mind and prove that Vision is wrong, that this relationship was not only true for her but true for you as well.

“Ok. I love you Wanda” you mutter before sleep takes you once again.

Her emotions descend into sadness, he was right. Vision was right, she loves you with all her might but maybe you truly were not as in love with her as you thought. You stayed because Wanda holds on to you, not because you choose to. Given the choice, you’d stay apart from her. The seedling grows in the fertile soil of Wanda’s heart, full of fears of loss and questions of true love, she hangs up and leaves you to your slumber.

So lost in Vision, she misses the first time you tell her you love her first, she never said it back.

/

“I…I don’t understand what I did wrong” tears streaming down your face as you try to hold yourself together.

“You didn’t do anything wrong Y/N. You were the perfect girlfriend” ‘Are the perfect girlfriend’ she thinks as the pain is evident on her face. She aches to reach out to you, to calm you but she knows better, this is for the best, she needs to let you go now and break your heart so that you can know freedom and find a true connection.

“Then why if we are so good together” you try to bring it back, your voice full of pleading.

She lets out a heavy sigh as her brows furrow. She didn’t want to do it this way but she knows she has no other choice now, you need a reason, one you could understand. She gives it to you.

“We were good together Y/N but…I…I fell in love with someone else. I’m so sorry” she whispers her lie, hoping you will not see through the ruse, a small part holding onto hope that you would.

“Who?”

“Vision”

A pregnant pause grows stagnant in the air before Wanda collects her bags and moves towards the door. Her hand hovers on the handle, she doesn’t want to leave. She wants to stay with you, her selfishness wants to wrap her arms around you tightly and never let go but Vision’s words murmur insinuations in her ears. Her heart pleads with you to fight, knowing if you were to ask her to stay, she would, but the silence only grows eerie. Vision was right, her mind says and Wanda leaves.

As she makes her way down the steps to meet with Vision, she allows herself a moment to crumble on those cold, hard steps, her tears running free and her anguish is released into the empty halls. Vision may be right in their connection with the stone but she loves you fiercely nonetheless, the last piece of her heart she leaves behind in your hands as she nestles the love you gave to her tenderly, the last of you she refuses to relinquish.

Wanda takes hurried steps back towards the compound in search of Vision, she had let her uncertainty rule her once, she wasn’t going to allow it to continue any longer, two years away from your embrace suddenly feels like an eternity of longing and with each step she takes, an end nears.

It doesn’t take long for her to find Vision, him already standing by the compound entrance awaiting her return.

“Where have you been Wanda? Steve already returned without you” his question full of accusation.

“We need to talk” she says simply before leaving him behind, remaining out of his reach, as she stalks towards their shared quarters.

She enters the room and holds the door open for him to enter, a courtesy he rarely affords her, she shuts the door behind him and before the click even resounds, he speaks.

“If you want to apologize for your behavior, I’ll gladly accept it out of my love for you” he says full pompous condescension

His arrogant behavior has Wanda smoldering with rage, how dare he think that she was there to grovel at his feet. It takes a few ticks to realize that he expects it because she has relented every time since the day she left. It has taken her years to realize that the kind and sweet man she had taken joy in working alongside was nothing but a façade to hide his true virulent nature.

She takes calming breaths to gather her thoughts before turning to face him. “I don’t want to apologize. If anyone should have apologized for last night, it should be you” she retorts levelly.

“Me? What do I have to apologize for Wanda, I was nothing but a perfect gentle-”

“Gentleman? You ridiculed and controlled me all evening! From the dress I chose, to the drinks I had, you even went so far as to control how I played a stupid game!” anger rising, tethered by his control no longer

Her outburst shocks him and takes him aback, mouth hanging open with astonishment that she dared to raise her voice much less speak to him in such a manner.

“No Vision. I didn’t come to apologize, at least not to you. I came to end it. I made a mistake, I should never have let you get into my head. I should have never left her” she bites at him.

She watches as face contorts from shock to a flash of maliciousness before his demure behavior returns, trying to coax her into submission with simulated niceties.

“Darling, you are confused. Seeing Y/N last night must have been too much for you. Come, let’s forget about everything and watch a documentary together” he says with syrupy softness

His quick reversals of behavior and ingratiating tone has Wanda teeth grinding with aggravation. How could she have been blinded for so long, how could she have ignored his manipulations to the point of being on the verge of losing herself, an eternity alone would have been a kindness compared to the wasted years she has spent with him.

“No” “We are done. I’m going to find Y/N and explain” she says obstinately

He lets off a derisive snort, the true Vision making an appearance “And what darling? Beg for her back? She won’t want you back, I think that was very clear last night”

“It doesn’t matter whether she wants me back, I will make amends and if I can’t have her as a friend, I love her enough to let her go. Something you know nothing about”

“She doesn’t love you Wanda, not the way I love you. She never came out of Natasha’s room to even speak to you”

The red glow in Wanda’s eyes makes him realize the slip in admission

“You knew” she says in a low growl

“I didn’t want to upset you darling, I was only trying to prot-”

“You knew everything didn’t you”

His silence was all the confirmation she needed, all this time, she had longed for you and felt you near only for him to debase her ideas as mad notions, that you were gone and enjoying yourself on some holiday when you were suffering.

“How long?” swirls of red energy balling in her palms

“Since the first time you mentioned”

/

“I’m telling you Vis, it feels like she’s here. Maybe I should ask Steve” she says

The pull of your presence has been niggling at her for months and she finally had to address Vision with it, a piece of her wishing he’d confirm her feelings.

“Y/N is on leave Wanda, probably enjoying herself away from the compound and the Avengers. It wouldn’t surprise me if she was already in the arms of another”

Her heart rends at the thought but the draw ever taut pulls her away from such lingering ideas, you were here, she’s sure.

“Darling, Y/N has been on leave for over a year, surely the reason she hasn’t yet come back is because she has happily moved on and is hesitant in returning from her blissful life.

Wanda is sure that isn’t the case, a twisting pain in her gut tells her you aren’t ok, that you are near and need her.

“You know I’m right darling” he says firmly, grasping her hand with his before entering the room.

Wanda was about to insist on his mistake and voice her worries but falters in her steps, causing him to halt, when hazel eyes clash with emerald green.

“Um…H-hi Nat” Wanda fumbles “I didn’t see you at training this morning”

“I had somewhere to be” Natasha replies coolly, her mask of indifference firmly in place.

“Oh…looks like a lot of food” Wanda says awkwardly, trying to fill the silence. She was never as close to the Widow as you were but she admired her and missed their growing friendship.

“I’m hungry” Natasha replies

“Perhaps we could…” Vision tries before Natasha glowers at him, the sentence dying on his lips.

Wanda can feel the burning questions at the tip of her tongue, begging to be uttered, but before she can gather the strength to ask Natasha’s cold, biting stare, the redhead spins on her heels and walks away. Wanda’s free hand twitches as her mouth opens to call out but Vision’s squeezing hold halts her, the question on your welfare dying on her lips as she shuts her mouth, caging in her truths once more.

The exchange with Vision had become an altercation that involved hurled abuse and abasement by Vision, and a hurled Vision through the compound walls, onto the grounds, by Wanda.

Wanda was rushing around the compound in search of Steve, she had already tried Natasha’s door but she was only met with silence, in her haste, she didn’t think to check with FRIDAY.

She had wasted too much time on her manipulator already, she would ask Steve to help her collect her things from the shared space at a later time. First, she needed to ask him where you were, his warning ringing in her ears. Unfortunately for Wanda, the fates were not on her side as the first person she collided with in her hurry, was not Steve but Stark.

“Watch where you’re going” he mutters angrily before trying saunter past her

“Y/N” “Where’s Y/N? I need to speak to her” she rushes out

“Oh so now suddenly the witchy cares. Just two years too late but who’s keeping track?” he says mockingly, fury unhidden in his dark brown eyes

“You don’t like me and I never liked you but we both love Y/N so please just tell me where she is” Wanda says pleadingly

“Love? You’ve got a funny way of loving someone witchy. If that’s your way of loving, god help the next person you happen to love” He spits before turning away from her and taking his leave.

Tony, of course, doesn’t manage one step away before red wisps of energy bind him in place and lock his arms to his side, his whole body immovable as he is involuntarily turned to face her once more.

“So what, can’t get your way so you’ll force it? Typical, always quick to use your powers for whatever you want right?”

“I’m sorry” pained sadness dripping from the two words

“Excuse me, what?” his face contorted in confusion

“I want to tell her I’m sorry, that I messed up. I want to explain, I want-”

“That’s always been the problem! You want and Y/N gives! She gave and she gave until there was nothing left for her to GIVE!” he rages, his voice an octave higher but bite sharper than if he had screamed at her.

Wanda withdraws her powers and hangs her head low. “You’re right” she concedes as tears fall, pattering droplets on the floor. “Y/N always gave me everything and I let it all get away because I was scared and foolish. She just needs to know that she didn’t mean nothing to me”

Her tears begin to pool on the floor as Tony listens on, biting his tongue not to interrupt this once. “She means everything to me but I was so scared I’d lose her like I lost everyone, I let Vision get to me. She needs to know” she begins to whimper silently, her eyes shut as her shoulders shake and her tears freefall.

“She’s already left with Natasha on a mission. You’re too late, no one will be able to contact them until the mission is done and from the brief, it’s at least a year” she says coldly before leaving her alone.

As Wanda sits on the compound floor in a broken crumple, Steve making an appearance, and wrapping his large arms around as her wails echo through the halls, the weight of her choices bears down on her. The time lost, the pain spread, the happy future with you broken down into atoms as images of your suffering dance with her within her knotted tree. The light she held onto so tenderly flickers and the warmth but a nuance of its former radiance threatening to douse her in darkness, leaving her in the shroud of loneliness that has been her constant companion since that fateful day.

Choices will always have consequences, no choice is ever free from it’s entanglements. To choose one is to lose another, and to choose nothing could lead to losing everything.

Year and Half Later

Wanda had done the work, she had spent time with the team psychiatrist to work through what had happened with Vision and how she would move through future relationships. Under Steve's orders, Vision was sent all over the world to aid SHIELD in their endeavors, Wanda knew it was an exile of sorts.

Wanda's work of course, was far from completed, the level of loss and trauma that she had endured would take years, if not a lifetime, of effort. For you, she would spend all eternity on the undertaking of the task if that was what it took to mend the harm she had done.

Today was merely the beginning. Steve had informed her that the mission was a success, no issues had, you were coming home.

She twiddled her rings nervously as she waited on the tarmac for your quinjet's arrival, her mind ruminating through her speech, through the possibilities and the potential that you would to turn your back on her for good, but she would try.

As the your ship draws nearer, her heart races and her hands shake, the jet is landing now, her mind's coherence is whittling away, pictures of your smile taking its place.

With the ship firmly on the ground, she approaches hesitantly, trying to remember what she had spent all this time planning to say. As the familiar sound of the back hatch opening and drawing downwards, the very real sight of you well with a soft smile on your face, knocks the air from her lungs.

Wanda can't think any longer, her speech long forgotten, only the feeling of her heart growing with warmth existed. You were home and she was free. With the strength she had muscled to find after Vision, she opens her mouth to call out to you excitedly but as the platform lowers, her strength is sapped at the sight of your hand gripped in Natasha's.

Her voice comes out meekly, displaying her heartbroken emotion.

"Y/N...."

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Cum and Cookie Dough

Synopsis: Late night sloppy and sweet encounters. 

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Your phone brought you out of your sleep, its constant buzz for the past few minutes on your night stand, reaching out. The first thing you saw was the time, in big white text it said '3 A.M.' Below that was the contact photo of your boyfriend. You swiped across, answering the call and bringing it up to your ear.

"Why are you calling at 3 a.m?" You groaned, scrubbing a fist into your eye to try and remove the sleepy fog.

"Can I come over?" Cals shockingly perky voice responded.

"I mean, I guess, I'm fucking tired though, and I look terrible, why do you wanna come over?"

"I just wanna see my baby, is that illegal? And I'm sure you look stunning" You mumbled a no in response to the first question, although it was rhetorical, a blush spreading on your cheeks at the compliment. You listened to the silence before You heard a door click closed in the background of the call, alerting you to the fact that he was already getting in his car. "Can we bake cookies?"

"Sure, I'll get the stuff ready" you mumbled, pulling back the covers and shaking your head, trying to wake yourself up. "I'll see you when you get here, love you, bubba" you hummed

"I love you too, Bubbaloo" he responded in a sing-song voice before hanging up.

Your bare feet slid against the cool hard wood, sending a shiver up your body causing goosebumps to spread on your skin, you suddenly missed the comfort of your bed but you were excited to see your boy in a couple minutes.

Stepping into your kitchen you opened the cabinets, grabbing the ingredients for gooey chocolate chip cookies and setting them out on the counter and setting the oven to preheat. You put the kettle on to boil, digging through your cabinets to find your most caffeinated tea, knowing how Cal was and that you were not going to sleep for a long time. As you waited for the water to boil you started to doze off where you stood.

The click off of the kettle brings you back to the world, tearing the tea sachet open and putting it in the cup, pouring the boiling water over it tugging on the tab, watching as the water changed to a darker color as it sloshed softly at the side of the mug.

The sound of knuckles on wood made its way to your ears, shaking your head to perk yourself up again as you reached to the door handle, flipping the lock and opening the door, on the other side stood your boyfriend, loose sweatpants hanging low on his hips and a plain black tee shirt gracing his toned torso. You were wearing one of his shirts that you had stolen months ago and a small pair of sleep shorts, nothing underneath either piece. His soft chocolate eyes drank in your appearance before stepping over the threshold and engulfing you in his muscular arms. His lips met yours messily, sleep evident in both your beings. He pulled back, breath fanning across your face, brushing the hair out of your eyes.

"I've never seen anything more beautiful," he mumbled making you smile and giggle softly holding him close. The oven beeps from the kitchen alerting you to the fact it was now preheated.

"Ooh, the oven is ready!" He spoke excitedly, pulling your hand and guiding you to the kitchen.

"Here is the recipe," you giggled at his childlike demeanor, handing him the cookbook that you had set out earlier. The two of you began to bake, you chose to measure the ingredients because you didn’t trust him to do it right and him sifting them altogether in the bowl. When it came time to mix the wet ingredients in with the dry you put your hands in the bowl as Cal chose to stand behind you, hands slipping under your shirt and cupping your breasts as you worked. You moaned softly at his cold rings on your hot flesh, but the moan got louder as he tweaked your nipples between his fingers, lips going to your neck and sucking gently at the skin, you knew that he was going to leave marks but you were enjoying it too much to tell him to stop. You felt his teeth scrape over the marks he had just made as you started to form the dough into balls and place them on the baking sheet. 

“Cal” you groaned as his hand slid down your body and into the front of your short, dipping the calloused tips of his fingers into your rapidly dampening heat, he began to rub slow circles on your clit, your knees buckled under you as you gripped the counter, but Cal took your hand, sucking your fingers clean of all the cookie dough, his mouth was warm and wet, his teeth gently bumping into your knuckles, a slight pain rapidly soothed but the gentle suck of his mouth. You imagined it must be how his cock feels in your mouth. He took your fingers from your mouth, his lips returning to your neck, biting your earlobe. 

“You gonna cum? You gonna cum on nothing as my fingers grind your clit, let it drip down your leg?” 

“Fuck, Cal!” you screamed, as he ground his bulge into your ass, sucking harshly on your sweet spot and moving faster against your clit, your orgasm rapidly building. “Cal, more” you needed just a little more to send you over the edge and he immediately obliged, his free hand sneaking back underneath your shirt and tuggin on your nippled, rolling it between his fingertips and that was it for you, you came with a scream, your fingers gripping on to the counter as your legs shook, Cals hand between your thighs held you up as your legs couldn’t. Your abs clenched, body lurching slightly forward as his rough fingers kept you at a high for longer than you thought you could. 

“Cal, fuck, Cal” you spat out as you finally came down from your high, your breath coming in pants. Cal took his fingers from your pussy, they glistened with arousal in the low kitchen light, catching your eye, you watched his movements intensely.  He reached for the cookie dough bowl, scooping the final bit of leftover dough onto his two fingers and splitting them apart, cum and cookie dough on each finger. He brought one finger to his own mouth, sucking it clean and releasing a satisfied noise before offering you his other finger which you gladly accepted. It tasted of chocolate and sugar but there was the slight tang of your cum mixed in with the uncooked ingredients. 

You turned around in Cal’s arms, looking him in the eye as you felt his dick press against you, you felt the need to have him, nearly insatiable, the way his pubes tickled the tip of your nose and how soft he felt in your mouth. You held up a finger, signalling him to give you a moment as you slipped from his grasp. Grabbing the baking sheets and placing them in the intensely hot oven before turning back to your wonderfully horny boyfriend who had jumped up and was now sitting on the counter, legs spread and bulge evident as his eyes devoured every inch of you, the rapidly darkening marks on your neck that he had given you, the glisten on your thighs from where you had began to drip, god it all made him want you more. You positioned yourself between his thighs, nails scraping along his sweatpants covered thighs as you got nearer his cock. You looked up at him from between his thighs, eyeing his lip caught between his teeth, holding in moans that built in his throat. You stood up, his face covered with confusion as you tugged his lip from between his teeth. 

“I wanna hear you moan, baby” you whisper, your eyes boring into his, leaning in to kiss him gently, eyelids fluttering closed as your lips meet. “Never hold back again, okay?” you hum as you fell back down so you were mouth level with his cock. You felt the heat radiating off of the warm ove, the cookies baking inside releasing a delicious smell but all you could think about was Cals cock in your mouth. You ran your hand over his bulge, a small whimper coming from the back of his throat at the tender touch. You bit him gently through the cloth, eliciting a moan from him, encouraging you to do more. You reached for his waistband hooking your fingers and pulling down, letting his cock spring free in front of you. Reaching for his hard on, you traced a gentle line up one side, following the pattern of his veins before getting to the tip, you felt as he squirmed under your touch. Without warning you took him into your mouth, tongue swirling around the tip before you went deeper, his tip touched the back of your throat causing you to gag, the sudden contraction of your throat around him made his hips buck upwards, cock going even further down your throat. Your fingernails dug into his hip bone as you saturated to bob your head up and down, his dick hitting the back of your throat with every downward movement. 

“Fuck, Y/n you feel so good, so fucking good,” he moaned, his head falling back and hitting the cabinet, but he didn’t care, his fingers going through your hair. You felt him twitch against your tongue, alerting you to the fact that he was close to cumming. You pulled back, wiping the built up spit from around your lips and look at Calum through your eyelashes. 

“I want you to cum in my pussy” you groaned.

“I want that as well” Calum hummed and just as he was slipping off the counter and grabbing your waist you jumped back. 

“FUCK” you screamed making Cal freakout

“What? Are you okay? What happ-”

“The cookies!” you yell grabbing the oven mits and opening the oven, a cloud of smoke exiting the oven and tainting your vision. You reached in once you could see well enough and pulled the tray of charred treats out. 

“Did you set it on fire?” Cal asked, trying to look over your shoulder. 

“No, they aren’t on fire, they are just burnt to all hell,” you mumble, greatly disappointed at your failed baking endeavor, “Also it wouldn’t have just been me who set them on fire, this” you gestured between the both of you and then to the cookies “was a team effort.” Calum laughed as you set the cookies down, turning the oven off. His hands found your waist, squeezing your hips and pulling upwards signaling for you to jump, which you did. 

“I can think of another team effort I want to do with you” he spoke, leaning into your lips.

“That wasn’t as hot as you thought it was but I love you anyway” you giggle, crashing your lips to his swollen pink ones. His hands on your ass, squeezing the supple flesh and holding you tight to his chest, he walked you both to your bedroom, never leaving from the fight between lips, teeth, and wandering hands. 

The both of you fell onto the bed, Calum hovering over you as his lips stayed on yours, fingers slipping underneath the fabric of your shirt and pulling it up to just above your breast, as soon as the mounds of flesh were uncovered he ducked his head down and took a nipple into his mouth while you finished removing your shirt, as well as awkwardly wiggling out of your shorts, while treasuring the feeling of his lips sucking your pebbled nipples. He pulled back, taking in your naked state, his cock somehow getting even harder as he took in your swollen lips, dazed eyes, and hickey covered neck. He quickly removed his pants, leaving him in just his shirt and you couldn’t help but think of Winnie to Pooh, you giggled as his eyes looked at you to as if he was asking what was funny but instead of answering you stuck your foot out, bunching the fabric between your toes and pulling upwards, effectively removing his shirt from his body. 

“I didn’t know you could do that” he mumbled as he leaned down reattaching your lips with his. 

“I am full of surprises” you mumbled against his full lips. You felt his cock press between your lips, the head teasing your entrance and a moan escaped your lips. His hips eased slowly till you were hip bone to hip bone, every inch of his cock sheathed inside of you, you could practically feel his cock pulsing against your walls as you clenched around him. 

“Fuck, baby, so warm and wet,” he groaned against the shell of you ear as he drew his hips back before pushing forward and into you again. It almost felt like it was too much, how his skin felt slick with sweat as his body gilded against yours, how hot his breath felt, how your walls stretched around him as he pulled in and out of you. You felt like you were on fire, every nerve in your body aware of his gentle touch as he continued to thrust, a familiar heat developing in the bottom of your belly, right where it met his, where your gentle flesh touched. Your toes curled as you dragged your nails down Calum’s back. 

His hands explored your body, running up and down, feeling every curve and bump of your soft body beneath him, there was exhaustion on your tongue and the faintest taste of cookie dough. He felt your nipples rub against his chest, their hardness tugging against his taught flesh as he felt muscles in his lower belly clench. 

“Baby, I’m close” he hummed, continuing to thrust in and out of you, his rate picking up ever so slightly as he felt your pussy clench around him more rapidly. 

“Cum with me, Cal,” you cried as you arched your back into his chest, your fingers tugging at the hair at the nape of Cal’s neck. You felt Cal cum within you, it felt warm and in an odd way comforting, you felt closer than you had ever been. After you had both rode out your highs Cal rolled off of you, both of you in silence as you caught your breath.

As you both lay exhausted in your bed, the smell of burnt cookies still wafting throughout your house but it mostly reeked of sex now. Reaching out you intertwined your hand with Calum’s, turning your head to look at him and finding him already looking at you. 

“Hold my hand and don’t let go” he said in nearly a whisper, squeezing your fingers between his.

“I'm going to have to go to the bathroom at some point, Cal” you giggled, his face mocking extreme hurt. 

“Why can’t you promise me forever?” he cried dramatically, pulling you into his chest and laying on leg over both of yours so you were fully engulfed in his embrace. You laughed at his dramatic antics, enjoying simply existing with him. His fingers traced up and down your back gently soothing you into a nearly asleep state. 

“Baby,” Cal whispered into your hair and you hummed in response. “We have to get ready for bed” he reminded you, pulling you up into a sitting position. You nodded your head slightly before standing up, reaching out for Cal and he grabbed your hand standing with you. You stood in front of the mirror when the dark marks on your neck caught your eye.

“CAL!!” you shouted as you spun to look at him, your hand on your neck touching the tender flesh with the tips of your fingers. 

“Yes babe?” he asked sheepishly, as though he didn’t know what you were talking about.

“How am I supposed to cover these up? There are so many of them and they are so dark!” You exclaimed, slightly exasperated but also very entertained. 

“I'm sure you will figure out a way” he spoke, wrapping his arms around you, continuing to look at your reflection in the mirror. 

“So when can I see you again?” he grinned at you through the mirror, you turned around to meet his gaze, raising your hand and covering his eyes with your palm.

“Right now.” you giggled as you pulled your hand away causing him to laugh at your childish antics. You finished brushing your teeth in silence, Calum using the toothbrush that he kept at yours, the occasional glance to one another making you both smile widely. Once you were both ready, you wandered back to your bed, the sun peeking from beneath the curtains as you finally settled down, falling asleep in each others arms right as the world began to wake up.

Hope yall enjoyed!

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His Favorite Girl

a/n: HELLO. (sounding like the guy in the cinema cba lol) anyways I have returned for a brief period of time to share this update with you guys. It’s based off of this request here: “ Do you think you could write a Luke x gang again where maybe he has to leave for work during sex and the reader touches herself out of frustration and he comes back and finds her ?” 

STOP BECAUSE THIS IS DEFINITELY NOT WHAT THE REQUESTER WANTED BUT ILL WRITE SOMETHING AGAIN BUT LIKE JUST TH REQUEST IF THATS WHAT YOU GUYS WANT SDGHGDFGBH but this is kinda a part 2 to the Bambi/His Favorite Secret series thingy cause a few people wanted that! thank you guys so much for all the love mwah

i should literally be studying rn but im not so <3 im very sorry for this abomination lol

sorry for the long a/n guys! :( enjoy x 

word count: 3.4k

warnings: smutty stuff (fucking, fingering, anal and all that...ive never written this before so PLS PLS PLS give me feedback omg) uh choking, doesn’t have a daddy kink in this but sir is mentioned. talks of being tied up and being tied up? talks about overstim... he calls her little girl at one point...

“Luke! Stop moving!” She lightly slapped her boyfriend’s hand, to which he groaned in return. Her tongue stuck out slightly from between her lips in concentration, eyebrows furrowing as she returned to the task she had firmly put her mind to. That was, until the blond giant moved again, “Luke!”

“Bambi,” Luke echoed lightly, using his nickname for the smaller girl in front of him who looked up at him with an unimpressed facial expression.

“You’re gonna ruin it,” She mumbled lightly, pointing back down at her artwork which Luke only then first looked at. It was safe to say, although he shouldn’t have been, he was thoroughly shocked.

His nails, which his girl had somehow managed to convince him into painting weren’t black, or blue. No, they were bright, blasting, hot pink. He groaned lightly, wondering just how exactly she had managed to rope him into this and just how he was going to hide his nails from the rest of the gang later on tonight when he -they- met up with them tonight.

She was a bundle of both nerves and excitement, finally getting to meet Luke’s closest friends. It had been about a week since their argument, and now she was meeting his friends. It seemed like everything was moving in the right direction, thankfully. She couldn’t wait to be honest, very much looking forward to being able to hear more about Luke from his friends, and just meeting them in general.

They seemed fun.

Well, as fun as gang members could be. She probably should have been more cautious surrounding them, but Luke got her guard down so quickly and she was yet to regret that. How scary could they possibly be considering the man in front of her, soft blond curls held back by her bunny bath headband, nails painted hot pink, was supposed to be the scariest man in the whole city.

“Cal’s gonna rip the piss outta me for this, Bambi,” He complained softly, with no plans to take the polish off of his nails as he looked at his girlfriend, between his legs, small hand wrapped around the bottle of nail polish with her other hand laying against his knee.

She couldn’t help the small upturn of her lips as she blew softly against the nail polish on his fingernails, not patient enough to let it airdry despite it being a fast-drying polish. She shrugged lightly, head flopping to the side adorably as Luke stared down at her, resisting the urge to run his hands through her hair; another issue he had with the wet paint on his fingernails.

“I think it looks great, we’re matching,” She then flaunted the bright pink color that coated her own nails, and Luke’s lips twitched into a grin, careful not to ‘aww’ at the cute words that came out of the smaller girl’s mouth.

He hummed lightly, leaning back against the couch but his baby blues never leaving her face, “They look a lot better on you than they do me, Bambi.”

“I think they’re cute,” The girl climbed onto his lap, making Luke take a deep intake of breath as she sits barely an inch away from a rather sensitive area of his. She, however, seemed to pay no attention to the risen area of his jeans as she leaned against his chest, face hidden in the crook of his neck, soft breaths from her mouth fanning against his neck.

He twisted to give her a small kiss on the forehead, to which she responds by kissing his neck softly, lips staying against his neck as her hand traveled up his stomach up to his neck, holding him close as she began to kiss the base of his neck more.

“Lu,” She whispered softly, “How much time have we got?”

“Like an hour, baby. Why?”

However, the girl never replied verbally, and instead repositioned herself carefully, Luke’s neck void from her warmth before her hand started to travel down, painfully slow, until it landed right above the tent in his jeans. His eyes traveled up to meet hers, eyebrow raised as she dropped her hand down barely, lips struggling to pull the smirk away.

He lifted his hands to her back, going to reposition her before she shook her head, “Your nail polish, Lu. Hands down.”

His hands didn’t move, frozen in place around her clothed waist. His nails were long since dried, she knew that, but she liked this. She liked the intake of breath he took when her hand ghosted over the hardened cock in his jeans, the way he couldn’t lift his hands; scared to smudge the pink on his nails.

He was restricted. Oh, how the tables had turned.

Her hand gently palmed against his hardened, clothed cock, causing a grumble to emit from his throat. It was a deep rumbling sound, -something that the girl had heard numerous times but would never get used to.

To her, everything about Luke was perfect, even his moans.

“Bambi, you know the rules about teasing-”

Her lips attached to his, cutting him off rather efficiently, pressing softly as she continued to palm him through his jeans, gently rocking on his thigh. He moaned into their kiss, her tongue, as a reflex, finding its way into his mouth. Their tongues pressed against one another, lips still pressed together as her spare hand crawled up to the back of his neck, playing with his soft curls.

Her palm pressed into his fully hardened cock now, his tongue swiping over her lips before tugging on it, pulling apart, breathless. His hands found a place on her waist, guiding her softly but firmly, taking back the control he craved.

Looking her straight in the eyes, one of Luke’s hands went around her neck, thumb pulling her lower lip down as he unbuckled his belt with one hand, taking his cock out of its confined clothing and bringing her hand down to hold onto it. It wasn’t the first time that she had given him a handjob, and it wouldn’t be the last, but she still couldn’t help but be nervous.

Despite not being a virgin when she met Luke, she still lacked a lot of experience that Luke definitely had. She knew that he would never judge her, but that never stopped the nerves that festered.

“All shy all of a sudden, Bambi?” He mocked, hand around her neck tightening as he bit down on her ear lobe, gently tugging at it before letting out a breath, “All big and brave, teasing Sir, aren’t you? If you’re going to start it, then you’re going to finish it. On your knees. Now.”

Releasing a shaky breath, the girl clambered out of Luke’s lap dropping to the floor, in a similar position to the one she had been in minutes before, only in a more sexual manner. Her lips met the tip of his cock, tongue lightly swiping across the base.

His hand grabbed firmly onto the hair on the back of her head, holding her steady as she got used to the feeling of his cock in her mouth before thrusting against her. She gagged as it hit the back of her throat, sending vibrations up him, releasing a deep moan from his throat.

“Suck, little girl,” Luke commanded deeply, leaving no room for argument as the smaller girl abided to his command, tongue swiping over him as she reached up to cover the last part of his cock with her hand.

Yet, she didn’t get much further when a ringing sounded through the room, Luke groaning but ultimately pulling away from the girl who stayed on the floor, watching Luke as he grabbed his phone.

“What?” He gritted his teeth lightly, trying to keep his frustration at bay after being interrupted.

He sighed softly, not looking at the small girl with furrowed eyebrows still on the floor as he pulled his jeans back up, clambering to get shoes on and getting ready to leave, hanging the phone up.

“Luke what’s going on?”

“Gang shit, Bambi. I gotta get going, be ready for six, we’re meeting Cal, Ash, and Mike later, remember?” He offered her no more words, but she can tell he isn’t angry at her, just due to their interruption.

However, she can’t help but be frustrated at the interruption, waiting until after Luke leaves to huff and puff about it before starting to get ready.

. . .

“Luke has this old penguin fan account on Instagram from like seven years ago. There’s this one picture on there with him with a penguin hat-”

“Cal, stop,” Luke interrupted Cal swiftly, an arm going around his smaller girlfriend’s waist who looked far too amused by the embarrassing things about Luke that Cal was telling.

“No, no, Calum please keep going. Please,” The girl begged, feeling very comfortable around the Maori boy. They were pleasant, to her at least, and so far they had made her feel very comfortable and very much at home. It was hard to believe that the people joking with her where infamous mobsters, ones that were feared all across the city, and state. 

They had met in Ashton’s house, who she had already met before, at six o’clock. It turns out gang members like to be punctual, or maybe it was only these ones.

Luke was in a bit of a hurry once he arrived back home, with no time to finish what he and his girl had started before he had to leave in a hurry, leaving her oh so frustrated. This was only magnified when she saw him afterward, ready to head to Ash’s in that pale pink silk button-up that only seemed like it would suit him; like it was made specifically for him.

Maybe it was.

Luke was never shy of customized clothing, cars, or anything he wanted honestly. If you have the money, why not? Was always his answer when she asked why he seemed to wear all of these expensive items. If it wasn’t custom-made, it was a high-quality designer that he wore, she rarely ever found him in anything that didn’t smell of cash and high-class, -far too expensive but albeit intoxicating- cologne.

This money of Luke’s also happened to extend to her also. He was never shy of picking her up a few things, letting her have his card for shopping and now, he started going out shopping with her too. He didn’t look like the type that would go out with his ‘girlfriend’ or anyone, but in the case of her, he followed her around like a lost puppy; willing to hold her bags, let her drain his bank account. Not that she did, anyway. She was still mindful, even if Luke had more money than he knew what to do with.

“Nah, can’t. Don’t want Luke to kill me for embarrassing me in front of his precious little girlfriend,” Calum teased lightly, shaking his head as his eyes darted to meet Luke’s baby blues. Truthfully, Luke could pretend to be annoyed at Cal and the rest for exposing his old penguin Instagram account but he was just glad to see them getting along with the girl that owned his heart.

She was the first girlfriend that his best friends seemed to approve of. He didn’t normally bring his girlfriends to meet them, but the ones he did, the boys he called his best friends didn’t usually like them. For the first time, Luke could actually see a future with the girl in front of him, beamingly smiling as Cal and Michael joke about with her and laughing at their attempts of humor.

God, he loved her.

“So, do you think they like me?” She asked the moment they got home, the door shut behind them. Luke turned around, staring at the wide-eyed girl with a small smile on his lips.

Did she seriously not realize how much they liked her? Especially with how much joking that they had done with her, he was certain that she would have realized but then again, she wasn’t the most self-assured person when it comes to new people. He nodded his head, “Yeah, Bambi. They really liked you.”

Luke would never get over the way her eyes sparkled, his smile only growing. She looked amazing in that red silky dress that he had bought her, and he looked just as good in the coral colored button-up he was wearing.

Their lips met softly, Luke bending down slightly to meet her lips as the girl went up on her tiptoes, bare feet on the top of Luke’s shoes. He didn’t mind, in fact, he barely even realized as he swiped his tongue across her bottom lip for access which she quickly gave him. Her hands wrapped around his neck, one entangling in his blond curls, while his went around her waist and one under her ass, lifting her up.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, lips never breaking away from his as she moaned into the kiss. She pushed herself closer to him as the kiss heated up, eyes closed as Luke tried his best to navigate the way to their bedroom. Thankfully, even with his eyes partially closed and completely distracted by the soft lips on his, he managed to get there, fumbling with the doorknob before kicking the door open.

Luke pulled away quickly to get a breath, now at the edge of the bed as his mouth went to the side of her face, pressing kisses along her neck before whispering in a sinfully sultry voice, “Let’s finish what we started earlier, huh?”

With that, she was placed down on the bed, staring at Luke with a glaze in her eyes, lust, lips slightly swollen as he pushed her dress up, nudging her underwear to the side. His fingers ghosted over her pussy, making her take a ragged intake of breath. He was on top of her, watching her as she awaited every movement of his fingers, completely helpless under his touch.

“So wet for me, baby,” He murmured, pressing a few chaste kisses against the base of her neck as he rubbed her slit. She didn’t reply just yet, whining lightly when he slowed down his movements, coming to a stop, “Tell me what you want baby.”

“You, Lu. I want you, sir,” Her words flooded out of her mouth quickly, the aching between her legs becoming too much. If Luke didn’t do something about it soon then she would have to. She stared up at his smirking face above her. His fingers pulled away from her, making her whine as he reached for his belt, skillfully unbuckling it and letting his cock spring free from its confines.

He looked up at her as he repositioned himself, her squirming with need beneath him before he lined his tip at her entrance, baby blues meeting her eyes, “You sure?”

She nodded vigorously in return, but Luke didn’t move, commanding lightly, “Words, baby.”

“Please Luke, I’m sure. Please fuck me.” He swatted her thigh at the sound of the swear falling from her lips but obliged nonetheless, plunging deep into her letting out a moan, her strangled moan following behind.

He plunged in once again, hitting a spot that made her whimper and moan at the same time, hands reaching around to his back, clawing on the now exposed skin. Luke’s hips are flushed against hers as he goes deep inside of her once again, both moaning.

“Fuck, Bambi,”

Luke’s pace quickened, thrusts becoming sloppier as he continued to thrust into her, hitting her sweet spot over and over, moans filling the room with small pleads from her and soft curses from him.

Then a phone went off. Luke froze inside of her, and she groaned, sweaty, a mess, and incredibly sexually frustrated. She could feel Luke sitting inside of her; how big he was. She thought that he was going to ignore the phone call, to continue something that they were robbed of earlier. He wasn’t really going to let them be interrupted twice today, was he?

He reached over to the bedside table, picking his phone up and looking at the caller ID before sighing. He pulled out of her, baby blues looking at her with a frown, “I need to take this.”

“Luke,” It was a plead. For him to stay with her, to let them finish what they started. She shuffled lightly until she was sitting in front of him, on her knees. Her hand went to the side of his face, caressing it gently as she put her face at his neck, “Stay with me, Sir. I need you.”

He knew exactly what she was trying to do, but he wasn’t going to fall for it. He pulled away from her, gripping onto her side as a warning with his free hand, “No, Bambi.”

His voice was low, a warning for her to stop what she was doing as he sent her a pointed look. He didn’t even let her make another move or get another word in before he was back in his jeans and walking out of the room, leaving her alone.

The seconds that she was alone turned into minutes, and those minutes turned into ten, then fifteen. She shifted uncomfortably, still on edge and incredibly frustrated. It didn’t seem like Luke was coming back as he had left without saying goodbye or telling her where he was going to be or how long. Was this all because she had tried to get him to stay?

Well, if he wasn’t going to get back, she would have to take stuff into her own hands. Leaning back, her hand reached her own clit, rubbing desperately, basking in the feeling once again. This time, she would get the job done.

Her fingers slipped inside of her, curling into her, moans softly filtering out of her lips. She was close, her fingers covered in her own slick as she continued to curl her hands into herself, soft pants falling from her lips as she spread her legs more to get a better angle, trying to go deeper.

Her hands would never be as good as Luke’s though, her small fingers not holding a torch to his digits. He knew everything that made her squirm, even better than she did, he had her all decoded, knew how to navigate her better than anyone else ever could.

“Baby I need to get-” Luke opened the door, stopping when his eyes met her figure on the middle of the bed, fingers inside of her as soft breaths fell from her lips. Her head titled back, eyes lidded as he froze on the spot before a smirk made its way onto his face.

“Really?” He asked incredulously, sauntering up to the bed before grabbing onto her wrist, pulling her fingers out of her desperate cunt making her whine. Her eyes met his, which never strayed, even after he brought her hand up to his mouth and swirling his tongue around her slick-covered digits.

“Lu-”

“Quiet,” He shut her up quickly, voice hard and commanding, something that made nerves bundle in her stomach and turned her on even more. He stood up again, sauntering over to the dresser before pulling a belt from the top of it, grabbing her hands and confining them with the thick leather, “Since you can’t keep your hands off of that pretty little pussy of mine, I guess we’re going to have to do something about that.”

Luke pulled her up to the headboard, hooping the leather around there and tightening it. When he let go, she pulled against the leather restraints, only to find her hands unable to move from their position at the headboard.

“So desperate to cum, baby? Well, you’ll be desperate to stop after I make you come over and over until there’s no more cum left in your body and you're writhing beneath me. Do you understand me, baby?”

“Yes Sir,” She whimpered out in return, nodding her head as she breathed heavily, watching Luke’s hand as it trailed teasingly down her side until it reached her pussy, a finger flicking up and down it, making her hips jerk up.

“But first of all, I need to go deal with the drug run. See you later, Bambi.”

And with a smirk on his face, Luke left his girlfriend there, tied up to the bed, whining for him to come back. And he would, and when he did, she wouldn’t be walking for days afterward.

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