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Sweet Dreams--Part 8

Calum and you have dance around reality for a few months now. But after Calum leaves and returns from a trip, the reality has to be confronted.

Weeks are passing and maybe more is blooming between you and Calum than might meet the eye.

Prince!Calum x Reader Insert.

CW: Smut across the series. Mentions of parental neglect, and alcohol abuse across the series as well.

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It’s a nerve wracking call, only because you’re sure Turner’s going to laugh. You’re sure she’s going to tell you that you’re probably overreacting. But you want to at least look Calum in the eye and tell him the truth, that you did call at the very least. So you hold the phone as it rings against your ear. You don’t even know what you’re going to say, how you’re going to breach the topic but you’re hoping that it’s not terrible.

“Thank you for calling Forest, how can I help?”

“Hi, I’m calling trying to get in contact with Turner. Is she available by chance?”

“Oh, uh, one second. I believe so.”

The rustling carries on. You can hear the chatter of patrons and servers alike mingling in the background. Dropping your head against the door, you wait with a thundering heart. Perhaps lightning could strike you and save you from your own anxiety and from the potentially embarrassing moment. But you doubt that the world would be that kind to you.

“Turner speaking.”

“Hi, Turner,” you greet, picking your head up sharply. You feel a small tweak run up the back of your neck at such a sharp movement. At the supply of your name in return from Turner’s greeting, you pause. How are you going to ask this?

“Is everything alright?” Turner asks in the silence.

“I think so. I-I’m calling because my boyfriend’s let me know about some photos that have surfaced of the two of us on a date. And I-I guess I’m calling to help placate his worry that it’s going to impact my ability to start with Forest.”

There’s a soft chuckle that echoes from the receiver. “Oh, no need to worry here. Not about that--what you decide to do on your own private time is truly none of our business. Of course, should you start working here, and feel that patrons or even staff are pressing hard on that boundary or things get out of control due to your relationship with the Prince, do let me know.”

There’s an exhale, you can feel it pressing at your shoulders. But you hold the wince at her words of ‘the Prince’. “I take it you already knew?”

“It may have come up in discussions during the hiring process and the impacts to you and the business. But I remain steadfast in the decision to add you to the Forest family.”

“Thank you, Turner. I appreciate it. Should anything get too out of hand, I’ll definitely let you know.”

“You are the second person to call today though, about your start here, at Forest. Seems like you are adored mightily.”

“The second?” you question. Calum promised he wouldn’t do anything else behind your back, that he’d only help when you asked him to help you.

“Your current boss thinks highly of you, dear. Is there anything else I can help with by chance? We’ll talk more about where you’re comfortable once you’re trained up on the line. Should you get to the floor and it gets bad, we’ll do what we can to accommodate you. But I think it might be best not to worry about the shadows we can’t see.”

You nod, finally letting the exhale push out from your nose. “Yeah, that sounds good. Thanks again, Turner. Hope the rest of today is good for you.”

“Thank you. Same to you. We’ll chat again on your first day.”

The call ends, a three tone beep letting you know that the other end has disconnected. Part of you wonders what Janet would’ve called about, what she might’ve had to say, but asking feels like too much of an overstep. Whatever Janet had to say didn’t appear to be bad, or you think Turner’s choice in words would’ve been different. Though it would be easy to ask Janet about the contents of the conversation, you don’t think it’s worth pushing. If Janet wanted you to know, she’d tell you. If Turner wanted to divulge more, you think she, too, would’ve given more. So you leave it where it is, lay it to rest there in the single sentence Turner gave you.

You’ve got one week left. A week left and then there won’t be any more night shifts for you. A week left taking breakfast orders between batches of biscuits. A week left of whatever it is that you and your coworkers have fallen into--Calum called it family. Said you were allowed to call them friends. But worry is a loud beast. Wouldn’t it all feel way too awkward? Wouldn’t it be better if you kept distant? Yet, you can’t help but wonder who else will tease like Declan, or Yvonne, or Crypus do. Who else is going to look out for Val? Who else is going to keep Janet from going insane with scheduling issues?

There’s no staying though. You know you can’t stay, not for what you want. Someway, they’ll take care of each other. It is your prayer, your hope. As you slip your phone back into your pocket and play with the ring of keys in your hand, you hope that they always find a way to take care of each other long after you’re gone.

“Groceries won’t get themselves,” you whisper to yourself.

It’s so strange, that the world keeps turning. The creak of your bedroom door closing behind you is faint--so much so, that you’re not sure if you actually heard it or if you’ve imagined it given all the other times you’ve heard the sound. Above the living room, you can hear the steps of Josie. You think it’s her day off from work, but you’re not entirely sure about that. She could’ve gone out earlier before you got up and come back. In the hallway, you know the breeze will be starting to stiffen. You suspect you might even find the neighborhood cat curled up on a step trying to soak up the last of the sun’s warmth.

And yet everything just keeps going around and around. You along with it. The way it’ll always be you’re sure.

The cat hardly looks up at you as you pass it. The bowl of water is full. There’s pieces of food in the corners and you wonder if someone recently left some behind. But you make a note to add at least a can or two of food to your grocery list. It won’t hurt to have the extra for when the bowl empties. The wooden stairs creak under your weight but carry you steadily down.

Everything keeps turning--round and round. The aisles are bright. The teenager who checks you out looks bored as they scan bread, meat, the fruits, vegetables, and even the snacks. They don’t blink at the cat food you’ve put on the conveyor belt either. There’s some solace, you think, as you carry your bags back to the car, that at least there’s some normalcy. When you return, you expect that the cat’s long gone. You expect that you’ve bought just a hair more than your portion of the fridge can handle and will need to hurriedly eat something to make it all fit. It’s like clockwork as you snack on the page of baby carrots that are the culprit this grocery trip.

Your phone chimes from the counter; you watch it light up as you work on getting the box of corn dogs that you shouldn’t have bought but did so anyway into the freezer. Your first instinct is that it’s Calum. He knows your schedule just like you do. But with the box snugly fit into the freezer, you lift it to find a message from Cyprus. You’d given your number to her should she need you to cover a shift. No one had yet to contact you outside of job needs. Until now.

Wednesday. 7:30 PM. Vivant Pub. There will be no ifs, no ands, no buts.

What if I have ifs, ands, and buts? you respond but make sure to add a reminder to your calendar. You work that Tuesday, but don’t not Wednesday night.

You better leave them at your house, Cyprus answers.

Your fingers hover over your keys. You want to ask what this is about. You knew the group got together occasionally for drinks or lunch, but those gatherings were always planned aloud in the kitchen with everyone bustling in and out to set tables or clock in and out of their shift. You have never been able to attend given the way your schedule falls. And if you had been able, you usually declined to get more sleep in your day.

Who else is coming? you ask in return. Declan’s on my shit list as you know.

It’s a small get together. You can’t use catching up on sleep as an excuse though. Declan knows he’s supposed to behave. Or I’ll unleash hell on him.

Vivant’s kind of far out though. Wouldn’t Tootsie’s be closer? Vivant is a bar forty minutes out--about three cities over. It’s not classier than Tootsie's in the sense that Vivant still serves a similar menu to Tootsie's; it’s just newer. They’re able to pull in more live events and host theme nights as a way to garner patrons. It’s upscale in a way that no pub really ought to be, but it makes sense for the town it’s in. You’d heard about it opening earlier in the summer, but hadn’t given it much thought given the options around town.

I mean it is, but I’ve never been to Vivant. So, you’re coming with me. Done deal.

You could tell her that you still need to meet with your siblings and see if there’s anything they need for back to school. You could tell her a thousand things to get out of it. Yet the echo of Calum’s word rings: They’re your friends. So you don’t tell Cyprus that you’ve got other things you have your agenda. You don’t tell Cyprus that she really knows how to drop an invite. You don’t tell her that you’ve got worry in your stomach like lead about leaving or about moving on from their community and how you don’t want to make things awkward when you leave the job, but aren’t really gone.

Instead you type back two words: Done deal.

The conversation lies there, with agreement, well after you call Calum back to update him about the conversation with Turner. The agreement you’ve made with Cyprus closes on those two words. Because maybe you all are dysfunctional, and maybe you all are also family in the way you never noticed it until it was time to leave it.

When Wednesday rolls around, you find yourself staring up at the ceiling of your room. Though Calum had asked if you were going to stay, you declined. He had plans for the evening anyway, and you didn’t want to be in that castle with nothing to do. Though you knew Calum was working on the shed for you in the garden, it was still not done. There’d been some big questions about getting the unit powered, whether a line could split off from the main building and what would that mean in terms of extending the timeline. And even if you did decide that you’d wait around in Calum’s room, he’d only be there for an hour or two max after you woke up before having to leave for his plans.

The evening sun is lower than before; you can tell by the shadows. The first sign that summer had been pushed out. Fall was creeping in and would consume the heat and bright sun in just another couple weeks. You didn’t mind the crisper evenings or the brisk mornings. Summer’s heat clung to you, like children begging for candy in a grocery store. Fall feels like an opening, a rush of something that’s not come but on the way. Fall feels like promise.

“Why aren’t you here?” Charlie asks over the phone. After eating and getting dressed, you called after Charlie and Teagan’s dinner. You wanted to make the most of the time you did have before needing to head out to Vivant’s. Though, you preferred to meet Charlie and Teagan in person for back to school stuff, you wouldn’t be able to make that drive, see them, and get out on time.

“Some friends asked me to go out with them.”

“But you always make our list together,” Charlie comments.

“I’ll be back Friday to finish it in person, Charlie. Just be thinking about it, okay? Like if you need a new backpack or a new pencil holder. Just think about it.”

“Oh, okay.” You’re not sure if the answer has totally placated him, but he seems to get it in the interim.

“I want socks,” Teagan interjects. “With the lace on them. I saw a girl wear them today and they’re so cute!”

You snort. You’re glad Teagan’s not asking for anything outlandish and that she seems unphased by the slight change in the normal routine. She’s always had a more level head, but you know that at the end of the day she is still a kid. You always want her to be a kid. So lace socks it will be. “Got it, Teag.”

“Oh! Our uniforms changed colors this year,” Charlie interjects with enthusiasm.

“Did they? What color are they now?” you ask and it launches Charlie into a discussion about how the grade levels get a different school color to denote their grade. Charlie’s traded in pale blue for purple this year. You whistle at the upgrade, even though you knew his uniform would change colors. Teagan grumbles that she’s still stuck in white and how it’s not fair that her color is boring.

“You’ll get a new exciting color soon,” you state as comfort.

“Yeah, I will. Just sucks right now,” Teagan comments. “Charlie, that’s gross!”

“I had a booger,” Charlie returns.

“Get a tissue then! Ew. Give me the phone. You need to wash your hands now.”

The good thing about Charlie and Teagan is that there is no dull moment. There's a shuffle of the phone before Teagan’s voice floats through again. “You promise to get us Friday?” she asks. Her voice is soft.

Your heart thunders at the sound of her question. What happened? You don’t want to think the worst. You keep telling yourself not to think the worst. Thinking the worst is only going to serve bigger problems.

“Is something wrong?” you ask. Your mouth is dry as the words form.

“Just--just promise you’ll get us Friday.”

“I will. I promise. Teagan if anything is going on, you can tell me, you know that right?” Please just tell me, you beg internally.

“I know.”

You worry about the sigh. You worry that if you push her too hard she’ll clam up on you, shut you out entirely. “We can go anywhere you want Friday, okay? Anywhere.”

“Just want to see you,” Teagan responds.

“Hands are clean!” Charlie announces as he gets closer to the phone. Teagan’s plea gets lost in Charlie’s new demand that he get cool tie dye socks. It takes every ounce of pressure to keep your mouth shut. The muscle in your jaw twitches. It’s not the time for tie dye socks, but Charlie goes on and on and Teagan laughs. The window’s closed, the moment gone now. You can’t push her even if you want to. Even if it burns the tip of your tongue. So you let Charlie rant on about the socks.

You know colors are well outside of the regulation for the school uniforms but that’s a problem for Diana and Melvin. You’re getting him the tie dye socks at the end of the day. You talk for another twenty minutes before you have to get off the phone--most of the conversation revolves around their days at school. You listen intently to the way Teagan speaks though. She’s getting along with her friends and so far has not had any issues with the teachers. It still doesn’t leave you as you hang up about her soft plea that you pick them up Friday. That she needed to hear your promise.

“Just let them be okay,” you whisper to the silence of your car. You just need them to be okay.

Vivant is more packed than anticipated. The parking lot looks like it could spill over at any second, cars pulled and backed down the aisles. You circle through the four lanes and manage to catch a space between two SUV’s. It looks like a close call, but street parking is on a meter, which you know will be a pain to monitor--sober or drunk. So you make the spot work and carry on towards the door. The music is spilling out from the inside of the pub, thanks to the outdoor patio. People stand outside, drinks in hand as well.

You hate to admit that it is a nicer appearing place than Tootsie’s as you step through the door. It’s not as crowded inside as the outside appears to be. Not at the front, but as you push through the initial thin crowd and move deeper, you see the bodies lined at the bar. It looks like most people are still getting the night started. You peer around, trying to see if you can spot Cyprus or Declan, since they’re the only two you know that are going to be there. But so far, you’re coming up empty handed.

Your phone shakes from your pocket and you take a moment to pull it out. Back patio, near the fire pits. It’s from Cyprus. A picture follows it up of her and Declan, grinning hard into the camera. We may have gotten started without you. Sorry!

Typical, you send back but smile at the thought of them apologetic about already being a drink in or so. Grabbing a drink, be out soon. You settle in at the bar at a clear corner. There’s two bartenders working. One that looks a little bit older than the other. The younger one slides to you almost immediately after you press into the wooden counter. “What can I get you started with?”

“What’s on draft?” you ask. With the options listed off and your ID checked, you settle on Guinness.

“Opening or closing that tab?”

“Closing,” you answer.

“You got it. Thanks for making our lives easier,” the man laughs. His curls are wild around his face, resting against his shoulders. A scrunchie lives on his wrist but it seems to be more decorative as he never reaches for it to secure up his hair. Though, you wonder if the black velvet with what looks like stars on it might be indicative that the scrunchie was gifted by someone important.

“Any time,” you return, singing the receipt. “Best of luck out there.” You tip the glass to the people still pouring around the bar.

“We accept cash, cards, and prayers,” he snorts before tapping onto the bar and moving on.

You push on through the thickening crowd until you’re deep at the doors that lead outside. The rush of warmth and the breeze mix as you push open the doors. To your right there’s a hodgepodge of people clustered together. No one you recognize but before you can even fully look left a cheer erupts. You catch your name in the mix, spinning and there--a good fourth if not half of the kitchen staff are bundled up on the left side of the patio, surrounding two fire pits. There are balloons, a set that says congrats, tied to a pole. They bump into each other with another slight breeze.

Cyprus reaches first you first, grabbing your arm to bring you closer. “Don’t act so shocked,” she laughs.

You watch the crowd, here assembled for you. “I-I am shocked,” you return. There’s a mix of emotions--joy to see all these folks rallying for you specifically. But you can see just under that is the sadness of knowing you’re leaving. Friday’s the last day for you; the end of the era. You’d pulled out all the chef’s coats already, washed and pressed the ones that you plan to turn in tomorrow. Janet’s let you have until Monday to turn in everything.

But there’s that crowd--smiling and cheering at your entrance. There’s Cyprus pulling you in and and in. You’re buried in hugs. Declan wraps you up first, arms swaddling you. “I’m going to miss you. Even if you were a stick in the mud sometimes,” he teases.

“I’ll still be around to be a stick in the mud,” you laugh. “But I’m going to miss you too.”

Yvonne catches you next. Her arms rubbing over your back. “It doesn’t feel real,” she whispers. “I’m happy for you though. So happy for you.”

You’re shuffled from person to person, hugs and congratulations given the entire way. In the back though, you spy Calum. The baseball cap and sunglasses do well to keep his identity concealed to the outside, but you watch the way he watches you. The squish of his cheeks as he laughs along with Delcan about something that’s been said, but his gaze doesn’t fall from you for too long. You feel it, even through the cotton of your shirt. Calum’s adorned in a green flannel open over a black tank. It’s the most casual you’ve seen him in a while. He looks good, like he could fit in with the crowd around him.

Val’s the last person before you reach him. Her hug is shorter though as she pulls back, she punches at your bicep. “I’ll be taking your spot. Still not going to give up that biscuit recipe?”

You laugh. “Family secret. Haven’t heard back about a secret brother though, so I fear your chances are growing slimmer for a sequel.”

“I’ll take a sister too,” Val snorts. She pats the spot she hit and then nods over her shoulder. It’s always obvious, you know. The way you and Calum are always pulled in close to each other, without thought. It’s easy. It feels right to keep close when he’s around.

You roll your eyes, but walk on until you’re just a couple steps from Calum. Declan clocks your approach and pats Calum’s shoulder before stepping away. A declaration of needing another drink is his departure from the group. “You said you had plans,” you comment around a sip of your drink.

“They fell through,” Calum returns with a grin.

“Nice of you to take the time to join.” You take another step closer. The fire pits aren’t on, not yet this early in the season. It’s not cold enough yet. You give it another few weeks and they’ll be on in full force. Even still, Calum’s warmth radiates. You feel drawn into it like a moth to a light. You want to chase it and have it bathe your skin eternally.

“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” Calum sets his bottle down, the Corona seemingly not interesting anymore. His embrace is tight. His cologne filters into nose as you wrap your arms around him too.

Calum presses a kiss to your temple as he pulls away. The brim of the hat bumps you just a little with the action. “Don’t let me hog you though. You’re the person of the hour. I’ll be here.”

“Awkward?” you ask, eyes trailing down to his lips. It’s a brief look before you look back up at his face.

“No, they’re cool. I’m cool. But I know this is your time, so I’m just being mindful of that.”

“I appreciate that. Can I kiss you? Before I romp around.” It’s public, you know. But the desire stirs in the pit of your stomach and it’s crazy to think that the slight dampness from his drink makes the pink tint of his lips that more alluring.

His palm is warm on your cheek. “You don’t really have to ask, baby. Of course.”

The press is soft--the taste of his beer coating his lips. You know your lips are bitter too. But you revel in the embrace. Calum’s grin brightens his face as you pull away. “Love you,” he whispers.

“Love you,” you return just as softly. There’s part of you that waits for the teases, a whistle or comment. But there’s nothing but chatter around you.

As you’re reabsorbed back into the crowd, you get circled. Declan starts the chain--a retelling of all the work stories they have about you. The first time you showed up on the job felt rather boring to you. You’d put in the code to get through the gate, walked into the kitchen, and noticed a note from Janet about the times that you needed to be mindful of. She’d compiled a list of the normal breakfast that everyone had. You stared at the list, memorizing it and then out of boredom dug out what you needed to make biscuits. The door opened to the kitchen in a rush as you pulled the second batch of biscuits out and there Declan stood, sniffing like a dog chasing a scent. When he asked if he could try one, you shrugged and quipped back, I’m sure you could. But if that’s asking for permission, we should try again. Declan howls even as he retells it, how he’d been so shocked at your dry wit, but that he knew from that day on that he’d always like you. That Declan knew you’d be someone special--even if you were a tough nut to crack.

Around and around you hear stories of how touched people were at your effortless grace--how you’d helped Cyprus with her hosting uniform when her hands had been aching and cramping all day. How you’d been the first person to greet Yvonne on her first day--asking her if she’d eaten before arriving and if she needed anything. You’d assured her that the job wasn’t too bad, as long as she could cook and follow directions. The more and more you hear--how you’d helped Kennedy change his flat tire, or sat with Jennifer’s kid when she interviewed--the more you realize that as boring as you called your life you’d been a force of kindness. You’d assumed anyone would’ve done the things you did, but you can see now just how impactful those actions were.

You still want to think that anyone would’ve done those things. You still want to believe that everyone has that same kind of grace. But you realize maybe that it has been something about you. Maybe it’s okay that your life felt boring, and maybe even as shitty of a road it’d been previous, it’d all led to this. To the invisible threads that connected people to each other. One simple act of kindness can be the difference in the universe. It’s all invisible strings around you and you are at the center--tethered to people in ways that felt so mundane to you, but now you realize are much more significant.

“Any stories you want, or can, share?” Declan questions. He looks over to Calum, who’s kept the outskirts as promised. “I think we’re all curious how this came about.”

“Cake,” Calum returns with a laugh.

“Technically, a sandwich,” you correct. “You stumbled into the kitchen drunk one night to make a sandwich and hadn’t seen me.”

Calum snorts at the correction, “And you told me that you could lead a horse quieter through the castle. But then I asked a couple weeks later for their help baking a cake for my mum’s birthday.”

“I still uphold that I could've led a wild horse quieter through the castle than you making that sandwich.”

“If I’m honest, you probably could’ve,” Calum laughs. “But it’s, uh, not scandalous.”

You know how scandalous it actually is; the words exchanged in the heat of the moment, how you two promised to consume each other-- from flesh down to the bones. But you know in reality it was the conversations, how the interest started was the way that Calum wanted to talk to you more and more as the weeks went on. It’s how you wanted to come in earlier to talk to Calum too. The truth, sometimes, is boring. “I liked talking to him,” you confess.

“I liked talking to them,” Calum states. “Didn’t hurt that the cake didn’t turn into a disaster.”

You throw an elbow back just a little to nudge Calum’s rib. “It only didn’t turn into a disaster because I was there, Mister Are-You-Sure-We-Need-Baking-Soda?”

“It was a valid question,” Calum huffs.

“Cakes need to rise.”

“I know that now. Thanks to you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Cyprus fake gags. “I love your love. But speaking of cakes, I do have cupcakes for us to enjoy as well. Please eat them so I do not take them back home. I do not need 2 dozen cupcakes.”

The group migrates over to the boxes, next to the balloons. A few cliques form as people take their respective treats. By the time you get your hands on one, the first dozen and a half is done. You pluck up a vanilla one and get half of it down in one bite. You know the bakery Cyprus got them from, and it’s just as good as you remember them being.

“Need another drink?” Calum asks. You finished yours a bit ago, but hadn’t made moves to go inside for more.

“No, no I’m good. Thank you though.”

“Of course. I’m going to go inside for a second, I’ll be right back. Do you want something else even if it’s not another beer? Soda? Water?”

“Uh, a Coke would be great.” After the taste of the cupcake, you want something sweet.

“A Coke it is.” Calum squeezes your hand before slipping inside of the bar. The conversation surrounding you settles to how kids are doing. You listen to the excitement about teething and first steps, alongside the celebrations of the first couple weeks of school being survived. There’s fear though about children getting sick and bringing it home. Parents swap secrets and tricks to help keep sickness at bay. All of it reminds you of Teagan and Charlie. But specifically the plea Teagan had.

“Baby, you okay?” the question is soft.

As you blink, you realize a cup of fizzing soda is in front of you. You’ve lost track of the time you’d spaced out. “Yeah,” you answer slowly to the voice--Calum’s you’re sure. It’s not that you aren’t okay. You just know that as you answer this, you are opening up to a much deeper line of questioning. Calum won’t let the topic go easily.

“You sure?”

Not answering Calum will cause him to worry. Answering Calum will cause him to worry. There is truly no winning in this regard at all. You’ll be honest though. “Yeah, just. I'm a little worried about Teagan is all.”

“If you need to swing by and see them, I don’t think anyone would mind. But if you want to say, just know I’m here for you.”

“I’m going to see them Friday. I’ll be okay.”

Calum’s hand is warm as it surrounds yours. He squeezes only for a moment or two, but it’s enough that you know he’s there for you. “Do you want to stay? I can fake sick.”

A soft chuckle leaves your throat. You squeeze back at Calum’s hand before threading your fingers through his. “I don’t think you have to go that far. I didn’t expect you to take it easy,” you comment, looking now at the clear glass in Calum’s hand.

“Meetings in the morning, unfortunately. Or else I would’ve gone much harder.”

“Getting older sucks, don’t it?”

“Only a little bit,” Calum laughs. The evening winds down slowly--it starts first with the parents needing to get back to their children, then the people who have morning shifts, and then the people who have respectable bedtimes. You stay behind to help clean up, even though Cyprus and Declan both tell you to leave several times. It’s not a big clean up. Calum takes the last cupcake so they can break down the boxes and toss them into the trash. You unravel the balloons from where they’ve been tied down and tie the bunch around your wrist.

In the walk back to your car, Calum at your side, you pause to watch Declan and Cyprus head to their respective cars. There’s laughter between them, you hear it echoing against the night. You hope not to forget that sound.

“You’re somber,” Calum notes, paused behind you.

“I’ve never had people care about me leaving a job like this before. I mean sure, Ms. Shirley was sad to see me go, but she knew that I wouldn’t be there forever.”

“It’s like I said before. They’re your friends, baby.”

“I guess I just wish it didn’t take me leaving to realize it.”

“Well, you still got time to make it work, baby. You’ve still got time.”

Time is such a funny word and concept. The seconds pass in the blink of an eye. The minutes fall like sand. The hours move like a breeze. You know it’s there and then it’s gone. You’ll never be able to catch it.

“Thanks for coming to this,” you return, facing Calum again. “I appreciate it.”

“Of course, you’re welcome.” His smile is soft and the two of you start back to your car. “Do you want to come back to my place or head home?”

“I’ve got to get some stuff sorted for Friday, so I’m going to head home. But I will be free until Monday.” You think there’s a dinner happening on Friday. Calum hadn’t given too many details about it, but it was something he needed to attend from what you were told.

“Saturday then? I’m still ironing out details with some friends for drinks in the evening, and would love to have you along.”

“Friends or the boys?” you ask. It’s a small tease as you do know that there is a collection of three other guys Calum’s especially close too. You’d yet to meet them. Your schedule being the most unforgiving at the time.

“Drinks with the boys, yes,” Calum laughs. “But I mean it. I’d love for you to join. IF you can of course after you see Teagan and Charlie.”

Calum offers it tenderly, like he might be scared that you won’t believe him. You do though. As much as you had on your plate, there’s always a sense of calm when Calum’s around. A little bit of separation--you know that life won’t stop spinning for you, but when you can steal moments away with Calum it feels like life is stopping. You feel like you can soak it all up.

“It’s a date, then. With all of them, specifically.”

Calum’s kiss to the back of your hand is quick as you’re paused outside the driver side door. “Silly, silly goose. But I’m happy you can join. Text me when you get home, yeah?”

“Always.”

“I’ll let you know when I get home too,” Calum assures.

“Promise?” you tease.

“Always,” he grins.

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The curtains flutter as you pull to a complete stop outside the house. The engine is still knocking gently as the door flies open. Teagan’s figure stands in the now empty doorway. Behind her, you spot Melvin who’s pushing up from the stairs. “Teagan, sweetheart, please wait for a knock next time. We need to make sure you stay safe,” Melvin laughs.

Charlie is slow around the bend, his smile bright as he looks at you. You smile over to him, but quickly turn back to Teagan. She looks normal--a bounce to her as she waits. Maybe it was all a fluke. Maybe it was just the nerves about going back to school after the summer. “Hi, Teag,” you greet once you’re up the short set of stairs.

She greets you with a hug, arms wrapping around your legs. “Missed you.”

“I’m here now, Teag. I’m here now. Ready to go to the toy store?”

“Born ready!”

There’s still a small battle with jackets, light for the evening, but still necessary as you hear Diana gather Teagan and Charlie to take a pick from the ones in the hall closet. But once they’re layered up, you take a hand of theirs each and start back down the steps. Teagan’s in first and slides all the way to the passenger side of the back seat. Charlie climbs in second. They make quick work of getting buckled in, but the entire time there’s a prickle--the eyes of Diana boring holes into you.

“Have we thought about anything else needed for school?” you ask, reversing out of the driveway.

“Just the socks,” Charlie answers. “You’ve got everything else. Or at least I do.”

“Fair enough. Anything for you Teag?”

“Not at the moment.”

“Just give a call if you need anything.” You hope Charlie still has the piece of paper you gave him with your number on it.

“When do you start your new job?” Charlie asks.

“Monday. I start it on Monday.”

“Scared?”

You hum at the question. Maybe to you starting something new isn’t all that new to you. You’ve started over and over before. This is just another one of those times. “Not scared. But I think I am nervous about not embarrassing myself on the first day,” you laugh.

“You’ll do great,” he reassures. “You’re already pretty awesome.”

“Thanks, Charlie.”

At a red light, you take a glance into the rearview mirror. Teagan’s staring out the window. Charlie’s staring back at you. It’d all look normal if not for the soft echo of Teagan’s plea in your mind. “School’s still going good?” you ask.

It’s only been a couple days, but yet the fear keeps pressing the question. You want it so desperately to just be something with school. The question you keep trying to swallow back, yet keeps pushing to the forefront of your mind is what if your parents have slipped up? What if things are getting bad like they did for you? You’re in no position to take Charlie and Teagan in. You’d do it if necessary. You’d do whatever you needed for them.

Charlie shrugs at the question. “I don’t think I’m going to like my science teacher.”

“Why not?”

“He’s mean. Spits a lot when he talks too.”

You grimace at the mental image; the fury of a red faced man shouting at a group of children, coupled with the globs of spit that fly around him. “I think I should get you a poncho, huh?” Charlie howls at the suggestion. Teagan’s laughter joins in too, much softer than Charlie’s. “What about you Teag?”

“School’s fine; I have friends in most of my classes,” she states.

The conversation falls after that into silence. You have to pay attention to the road. The radio’s playing softly. There’s a hum of the car passing you by and utter dread solidifying in your gut. It’s too big of a leap--one bad mood from Teagan is not enough for you to make this much of a conclusion, but your gut’s sinking and you cannot stop it.

Charlie’s first into the store, tugging you by the arm. But Teagan stays close to you. Where you’re normally fighting to keep an eye on both of them, Charlie’s taking charge and leading the trio of you. Teagan’s hold on your hand is tight. The store itself isn’t too busy. There’s a few families from the looks of it. A father carrying the littlest of the family on his shoulders. A mother carrying her child on her hip. You suspect in the coming weeks though the place will become busier--the closer and closer it goes to Christmas.

Charlie at the helm leads the trio into the section where the Lego sets are. You let go of his hand so that he can navigate a bit more freely. He pauses and picks up various sets, turning to look at the back of the boxes. Teagan shows only vague interest in the few immediately near her. “Don’t you think we should beg Santa for a sister to your unicorn?” you ask Teagan.

She laughs, head shaking as she looks up. “Rosie already takes up my entire bed. No sisters for her.”

You shrug. “Looks like you might just need a bigger bed then. It’s the only real solution here.”

“Look! They have Star Wars!” Charlie shouts. He’s only at the end of the aisle, and you look up to see the set in his hands. You think you make out one of the ships from the series, but you wouldn’t be able to place it exactly. “It’s a republic ship, but it’s still cool!”

“Oh don’t tell me you’re going to the dark side, Charlie. I’d hate to fight my own brother, but will if I must,” you return.

“No, no dark side. Not yet anyways,” Charlie tacks on with a dark cackle. He places the box back and turns to look at the items behind him.

With only a soft tuft of laughter, you look back to Teagan. She’s wrapped herself around your forearm now, clinging to you but uninterested in the items around her.

“What was it like with Mom and Dad before?” Teagan asks as the two of you follow behind Charlie to the train sets.

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“You said that they didn’t tuck you in and that you didn’t get bedtime stories. But we do get that. So what was it like before?”

It’s not fair. You know that. Teagan’s asking you a genuine question but you don’t want to taint the view they have of Diana and Melvin. They’re much too young; they’ve had a good childhood. But that lead in your stomach grows heavier. The very suspicion you’d prayed was wrong creeps back up. It burns your throat like bile as your body grows hot. Please let me be wrong.

“Has something changed?” you ask in return.

“You’re avoiding my question.”

“And you’re avoiding mine. So I guess we know where the other got it from. Teag, has something changed?”

“I wasn’t supposed to be up.” The start of her sentence comes out soft, reminiscent of the first snowflake that falls. You hope it’s not the calm before the blizzard. You still hope that maybe Teagan overhead something and is misconstruing it. She is only a child. There’s so much she doesn’t understand; there’s still so much the world hasn’t done to her yet. You want her to stay that way. It won’t be forever. No one gets through the world with their share of scars. But you don’t want Teagan’s world to be shattered like yours was.

“I won’t tell on you.” But you will set fire to that house if need be. You will tear your parents limb from limb if they don't keep it together for Charlie and Teagan’s sake. You will be more than their worst regret. You know that in the marrow of your bones.

“Dad was talking to Mom; it sounded bad. Mom hadn’t been reading or tucking me in. Dad does it. And that’s fine. Dad does great with it. I just--I missed Mom doing it. She did read and tuck me in last night. But we only got through one story. I talked to Dad about it. I just wanted ot make sure everything was okay.”

“Did you or Mom get sleepy first?” You can’t ask her if Diana’s words were slurred. You don’t dare try to ask if something smelled different. Teagan wouldn’t have a concept of what would even smell different, how to place the sterile stench of alcohol on someone’s breath.

“Mom did. Which is okay. She’s been up late, she says. Working or something. I didn’t mean to cause more trouble.”

Your palms are wet, you know they are. You can feel the sweat prickling at your skin. You can be wrong. All you had was Teagan’s recount--noticing that she wasn’t getting tucked in or being read bedtime stories by Diana like normal. It could be nothing. Maybe Diana was taking on more hours at work. Perhaps there was some sort of logical explanation for all of these behaviors. But it could be sinister. It could be that Diana’s relapsed, returning to drinking.

“Did you hear anything else? Anything specific?” You’ll need something solid. Though your gut lurches at the idea that you’ll be dropping them back off to that house, you don’t think taking them would help at all. You couldn’t hold them hostage for the weekend or for the week. You don’t have the grounds. Nothing that would hold up in court at all at the very least. But you know. You know in your bones that something bad is happening.

You won’t be going anywhere though. Even if the storm gets tough, you will fight it out for Teagan and Charlie. You’ll do whatever you can for them. They have the shot you didn’t. They have something that you could’ve only dreamed of. You’ll be damned if it’s taken from them.

“Dad was going through the cabinets or something. There were things opening and closing. So I couldn’t really hear what was being said. That was Tuesday. It’s sort of gotten better though. I swear it has.”

Is Teagan trying to convince herself or you? The fear quakes her throat and you realize that behind your own fear is a child. Teagan’s just a fucking child. “Hey, hey, no,” you start, squatting down to her level. “No, you’re not in trouble. It’s okay. It’s okay,” you reassure, cradling her face.

“I really didn’t mean it.”

“Thank you,” you return. “For telling me. You’re not in trouble, okay? You’re not.”

“What if she never reads to me again?”

“She’ll read to you. I’ll read to you if I have too. Okay? I’ll do whatever I need to. You just call me. If it gets bad again, call me, okay? I don’t care if it’s in the middle of the night. You call me.”

She needs to believe you. You need her to believe you through and through that you’ll come and get them. Even if you all have always had a bit of a wedge, their own natural curiosity as to why you weren’t around before and your own stubbornness not to ruin something good for them, the obvious tension between you and your parents, even with all that, they’re still your siblings. They are still young. They still deserve everything you didn’t get.

Teagan nods. “I will. Thanks.”

“Of course. What else are big siblings for?”

“Lace socks and looking at the doctor’s kit.”

You snort at Teagan’s clear directive to go take a look at the other toys now. “Sure thing. Just, you know I love you right?” You offer wiping at her cheeks with your thumbs. Only a few tears fell, but you just need her to know that you’ll be there. Come hell, high water, fires, you will always be there now.

She nods. “Yeah, I know. I love you too.”

“Good, good,” you whisper. Teagan steps in for a hug, her arms winding around your neck. It’s a tight hug, even you know it, but you hold Teagan close, hoisting her up onto your hip you stand.

She laughs, still clinging to your neck. “Charlie, c’mon. We’re leaving you,” she calls out to her brother. It’s the sign that she’s ready to go. Maybe she’s ready to drop what had been plaguing her. You hope that she can leave it here in the toy aisles, that she can drop it onto your shoulders for you to worry about, for you to fret over.

Charlie huffs, putting the train down but takes your hand. You take the lead, carrying Teagan on one side, keeping Charlie close to the other and start off to the other end of the store. There’s a collection of other toy kits for different professions--astronauts, hair stylists, construction workers. You hadn’t known about Teagan’s sudden interest in medicine. She’s generally a healthy kid, so is Charlie. The most you’ve heard of them talking about doctors is at their yearly appointments and when either one of them caught a cold. It might’ve been something at school that came up, though you think anything surrounding careers is much too young for Charlie or Teagan to worry about seriously.

“What kind of doctor do you want to be?” you ask as you set her down.

“There’s different kinds?” Teagan returns staring up at the kit with the white coat and stethoscope.

“Yeah. There’s like the doctor you see when you go to get shots and stuff, who practices general medicine. Then there’s doctors that work with specific kinds of sickness and specific body parts and organ systems. You could be an eye doctor. You could be a nurse. Or be a pharmacist. There’s a lot of different things inside of medicine.”

“Like the dentists?” Charlie questions.

“Yeah. There’s oral surgeons too.”

“Are their doctors for your brain?” Teagan poses.

You nod. “Yeah, like doctors who study the physical brain and study how to operate on them--brain surgeons. Then there’s people who study how the brain works and how it changes over time and stuff in your environment--like a psychologist or psychiatrist.”

“I don’t know what I want to do. Just want to help people, I think,” Teagan answers.

“Well, the good thing is that you’ve got time to figure it all out.”

“Maybe at the library I can check out a book about all the kinds of doctors.” It’s a gentle suggestion and you nod in agreement. Charlie wonders a few steps over. You spy an excavation kit that seemingly has caught his eye.

How much has Charlie noticed any changes? How much of Teagan’s story could be reaffirmed by Charlie? But if Charlie’s not bringing it up, you worry you could plant the wrong seed. There’s already enough concern and fear. You don’t want to keep making a pit that didn’t need to be deeper, deeper. It would only serve worse for wear in the long run. The only thing you can think of as you watch them is that you’re praying you’re wrong. You hope you’re so fucking wrong.

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Don't Start Now (Michael Clifford) - Part 3

word count: 1457 requested by: @youngblood199456 (x) pronouns: she/her warnings: shy michael 🥺, moms being mischievous little mischiefs fandom: 5 seconds of summer au type: neighbors summary: you and michael never ended up telling your mothers you were together at the end of the summer. they've hatched a plan to change that inspired by: @thegirlwhocriedhelemtboy (x) authors notes: i def miss posting so much but i dont miss stressing about posting so much other parts: one / two / three

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"Hey, Mum?!" you called as you came down the stairs.

"What is it, sweetheart?" she returned, looking up once she saw you enter the room from the corner of her eye.

"Do you think it's possible to sneak in a whole bag of popcorn so we don't have to buy it there?" you wondered. She gave you a confused look, making you return the look with a smile. "You know, the movies?" you said, "We were gonna see Into the Spider-verse tonight, right?" Your mom closed her eyes for a moment, a long sigh leaving her mouth.

"I'm so sorry, honey," she shook her head, "I forgot Karen and I were meeting our friends for a girls' night."

"Oh... It's okay; We can just do it next weekend then," you replied, but she could hear the disappointment in your voice.

"Why don't you and Mike go?" she suggested, "I know you were really looking forward to it; I'm sure he wants to see it too."

"I'll ask him, but he probably already has band practice tonight or something," you insisted, making your way back up to your bedroom to find your phone.

"Bye, Mum! Have fun with Karen and everyone!" you hollered as you left your house, hearing her call back the same.

"No," he insisted, smacking the hand with your wallet in it, "You bought the tickets, so I'm buying the snacks."

"But I invited you!" you pouted, "I should be the one to pay!"

"Oh, is this a date now?" he smirked, returning the gesture when you shoved him lightly.

"Shut up," you rolled your eyes.

"Come on," he smiled, "I want to."

"Fine," you relented, "But I'm not sharing."

"Didn't expect you to, kitten," he chuckled, stepping up to the concession counter.

You and Michael were the first ones in the theater, so you took your time picking the perfect seats. Once you found them, you sat down and started eating your popcorn. Michael opened his own box of candy, but he was eating far slower than you were.

"You're gonna finish it before the previews even start," he stated, stealing a piece of popcorn from your bucket and laughing when you retaliated by stealing one of his gummy worms, "So what plans changed? You bail on your mum?"

"She bailed on me," you corrected, "Apparently forgot she and Karen were going out tonight."

"Huh," he leaned back in his seat, "My mum said the same thing."

"They both forgot they made plans together?" you cocked an eyebrow, "My mum forgetting something I understand, but yours remembered my birthday when you didn't."

"It was your first birthday after you moved in!" he groaned – you never failed to let him forget that day, "And I took you to that trampoline park to make up for it, didn't I?" You smiled at the memory.

"But you still forgot in the first place," you pouted, making him roll his eyes.

"Well, I haven't forgotten a birthday since, have I?" he reminded you proudly.

"Sure," you nodded, "It's not like it takes place on the same day every single year."

Michael responded by prodding at your sides, making you let out a shrill giggle. You squirmed around in your seat before he stopped tickling you when other people began entering the theater and not wanting to disturb them.

Throughout the next two hours, you could feel Michael stealing glances at you – so much so that you were pretty sure he'd been watching you more than the screen. He finally looked down at your lap and you thought he was going to take more of your dwindling supply of popcorn, but he didn't.

Instead of reaching inside the bucket, you felt his hand brush yours and wrap around your fingers to bring your own hand to his lap. You couldn't help the smile that pulled at the corners of your mouth, hoping he didn't see it. You knew he did, though, when he tangled your fingers together and squeezed your hand.

You scooted as close to him as you could in your own seat, laying your head on his shoulder and squeezing his hand right back. You briefly closed your eyes in content when you felt his grinning lips on your hairline before you both turned back to watch the rest of the movie.

While the credits were rolling and other moviegoers were leaving, you and Michael remained in your seats. You didn't know if this would change things between you, and you wanted to savor as much of this moment as you could. As the overhead lights in the theater came on, you lifted your head when Michael breathed in deeply.

"M'sorry if I..." he cleared his throat, "I hope that was okay..." You simply smiled, squeezing the hand you were still holding onto. "So, um... Was this a date?" he asked shyly.

"Only if we get to go have ice cream now," you answered. He let out a soft laugh, standing up and pulling you to your feet so you could do just that.

Two hours later, you were back home. Michael pulled into his driveway, practically shouting at you when you reached for the door to let yourself out. You laughed to yourself as he climbed out of the driver's seat and ran around to your side, opening your door for you.

"You know, maybe I don't wanna have your babies," you said as you got out of the car, "Maybe I want you to have my babies. Ever think about that?"

"You wanna know what I think?" he smirked. Your eyes widened, but you only made it a step away from him before he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. You let out a sharp squeal, smacking his lower back playfully.

"Michael!" you laughed, "Put me down!"

"Not until you apologize," he sighed dramatically, continuing the journey to your front porch.

"Apologize for what, being right?" you snorted. You didn't know what prompted him to – he was usually way more stubborn when it came to playful arguments – but he finally put you down in the middle of your front yard.

Once you were back on your feet and your laughter had died down, you and Michael were left standing face-to-face. You couldn't help but smile softly at him as he stared at you, neither of you noticing the two women peeking out of the blinds of your living room window.

"Hi," you breathed out, hoping he was about to ask you what you'd been thinking about since the day you met him.

And your heart soared when he did.

"Can I kiss you?" he whispered so quietly that you almost didn't hear it.

"Yeah," you replied in the same tone, pairing it with a nod.

Michael wasted no time in grabbing your cheeks and pulling your face to his, kissing you like it was the only time he'd ever get to do so. You grabbed his wrists in return, your thumbs rubbing circled on the backs of his hands.

You could hear quiet celebrating and soft high-fives being shared from the direction of your house.

"Someone forgot the windows were open," Michael murmured with a smile – only pulling away enough to speak properly – the gesture only getting bigger when you giggled.

"They're acting like teenagers," you said, earning a chuckle, "Do you think maybe they planned this entire thing and there never was a girls' night?"

"Hmm," he hummed, "Guess they've wanted this just as much as we did."

"Don't know if anyone could have wanted this more than I did," you admitted.

"Not even me?"

"Have you noticed I've been flirting with you since I moved in?" you returned, laughing at the surprise on his face. "Thought so," you teased.

"You've been flirting with me this whole time?" he pouted with a small huff.

"Even Tommy noticed that day at the fair," you giggled again, "Didn't believe him when he said you were oblivious, but I guess he was right."

"Maria noticed too," he confessed, "She saw how jealous I got when he jumped up to show you the bathroom."

"What have you got to be jealous of, huh?" you reached up to peck his lips again, feeling him sigh in content, "Thought it was obvious that my type is guys across the street from me named Michael who play guitar and like All Time Low." He rolled his eyes again.

"You're lucky you're so cute," he informed you. You smiled innocently, feeling your face grow warm at the loving way he was looking at you. "You ready to face our mums?" he asked.

"No," you grinned, "Let's do it."

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we used to have more | oscar piastri

part 2 part 3 part 4

pairing: oscar piastri x reader

summary: while working as community manager in formula 1 you have to follow a rule of no fraternization with the drivers, which keeps you and oscar from being together

fc: different girls from pinterest

warnings: some characters have names (because there’s only so many y/f/n that i can use), some mentions of oscar’s girlfriend as her ex

a/n: so i have this one shot called guilty as sin? (that you should totally go read) and i’ve been thinking about expanding on it a little because i keep getting ideas around the same concept so welcome to an au version of my own fic in smau format, enjoy!

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missed but never forgotten 💔

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carryonafi · 2 months ago

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blood on the drums.

ashton irwin x reader; SMUT!!!🔞

a/n: HELLO MY LOVELIES!!! gosh it’s been so long, life has been chaotic and yes i’m still alive HAHA. but hey… this one’s been cooking for a while and this is the second au ive done!! my bae @souperbloom gave me some amazing WWE insight and i just needed to write some dirty wrestler ashton. so this is truly for the girlies who get it. i’ve missed yall, enjoy!!

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A gasp tore through your throat, watching Ashton stumble back to the rubber barriers of the ring and when he lifted his hand to his head, there was a mess of red everywhere. That horrible screeching ring of the bell going wild and signaling the end of the match had your fists balled at your sides

��Ashton!” You shrieked, running up each platform and entering the ring. The crowd seemed to ripple in cheers and shouts of surprise and excitement from left to right, all the way around the ring until you made it to Ashton’s side. Adrenaline pounded through your chest, getting down on your knees beside him and shooting a flaming, angry glare at his opponent. It took everything in you not to storm off and beat the shit out of him, but there were rules, you needed to abide by them.

“Are you okay?” You whispered, meeting the gaze of your boyfriend which was dazed and unfocused as you helped him sit up. Security was everywhere, cameras were on you, people watching were muttering angrily and shouting profanities at the intense turn of the match. Your shaking hands moved to cup his face, pinky pressed against his pulse point which was pumping rapidly.

“Yeah, fuck — ‘m fine.” Ashton breathed, wiping his bloodied nose on the back of his hand and letting you help him into a sitting position. Your heart hammered ruthlessly against your rib cage, not a single thing on your mind other than Ashton’s wellbeing as he swayed a little upon getting to his feet. Your arms looped around his waist. The unusual hesitation in his movements and the way Ashton seemed to think about every single step was more than concerning.

“Here, c’mon…” You hoisted his arm around your shoulders, the sheerness of sweat on him slicked your shoulders and hair which was messily tied back and falling out of its done-up style. Ashton leaned into you heavily, bringing a bit of irritance into your eyes. He just wouldn’t stand on his own— you had to basically push him the rest of the way down and into the right backstage door.

“We should get you some water or something, you look…”

Which was where he completely cut the act.

Ashton looked at you with a shit-eating grin, the blood from his nose trickling down to his mouth as he flashed you his teeth.

“I really fuckin’ got ya, didn’t I?!” He nudged you aggressively, making you snarl and almost immediately shove him off of you.

“What’re you talking about?” You snapped, glaring at Ashton with expectancy.

“Oh my god, Y/N — You really thought I was gonna pass out.” He laughed loudly, the sound grating to your ears. Seriously… you wanted to rip the fucking tape off of his knuckles with less care than you ever could’ve imagined.

“No! I didn’t! I was just playing my part!” You stammered, the heat of the moment quickly showing in your cheeks which you tried to play off as exhaustion, but there was no way in hell Ashton was letting you live it like that.

This ‘relationship’ which was set up by the script writers clearly had no thoughts taken to personal relationships, and not that it should, it was just a bit unfair that you had to be all sickly loving to the guy who you found painful to be around.

Ashton was still laughing, near tears to the point where he had to stop in his tracks and catch his breath. You leaned against the wall, nostrils flared up in shame and embarrassment as you stared him down.

“Are you done yet?” You muttered under the sounds of his laughter, Ashton pressed his sweaty back to the opposite wall and his cheeks stuck in a smile with broken giggles.

“No. no. Absolutely not, I’m not done.” He sighed heavily, still trying to catch his breath. The blood from the exaggerated blows had run down his neck, making a sick lightning trail of red which made you cringe. Ashton reached for a bottle of water on the table, carelessly cracking it open while staring dead at your face.

“What?” His eyebrows quirked, the angry little quirk of your lip, he found quite adorable.

“I’m trying to be angry. Stop talking.” You blinked at the way his body glistened, blood trickling in one smooth, flawless line down his chest and matting up in the section of hair in the upper center.

“Trying?” He hummed, tossing the water bottle into the recycling after slamming nearly all of it due to how much he had just exerted himself. Ashton’s eyes were back to boring into your face, the way your brows furrowed and how your lips formed a tight line as you held your tongue.

His face was so fucking annoying, his perfect eyebrows, sweaty skin and hair clinging desperately to his forehead. His chest heaved with every single breath now bated with laughter all while still feeling the adrenaline, it made your jaw tick.

“Never mind.” You snapped, oddly enough, as much as you avoided the blood the more he seemed to become insufferable again. Ashton groaned loudly, like he just lost a sibling fight. A pathetic child who thought he had you where he wanted you.

“Do you know how I feel about you?” Ashton jogged after you as you started to walk away again, your boots clicking aggressively along the tile floor. There were crew and doors, muffled music and crowd roaring which started to piss you off even more.

“Why would I care?” You added with a scoff, nearly ripping the hair tie out of your hair and letting the strands stick to your shoulders. One door seemed like a good choice, so you quickly swerved to the left and ended up in an empty dressing room with a sofa in the corner next to some lit up vanities. This wasn’t like the usual locker rooms, this was for real performances.

Once you turned around to face Ashton again, he looked angry as well which honestly caught you by surprise. “What?” You asked, looking at each frown line on his face and narrowing your eyes at him like he was acting a fool.

“You would never know what pisses me off about you.” Ashton shook his head, taking a few steps towards you and feeling satisfied with the way you stepped back. “Why would you care what I think, huh? Would it hurt you that badly to have a thought for anyone else?” He responded in the tone you were using earlier, and goddamn, something about him standing up like this was hotter than he looked.

“I do give a thought for other people, just not you.”

“Why?”

“I don’t fucking know, Ashton!” You threw your hands up, heels hitting the wall on your last step and his shadow loomed over you. “You’re annoying, all you do is bug me when I’m clearly not in the mood. You want to talk about thinking of other people? Pick up on the clues, idiot! Read the room!”

The arguing stopped, now it was just silence. Your breath on his and it all caught up to you again, the blush on your face started to mirror the dried blood thriving on his skin. There was a sudden, rough warmth on your hip which made your gaze snap towards it. Ashton’s hand was on you, sending a realization in the form of goosebumps all over your body. When you looked back up at Ashton, he was smiling that stupid cocky smile again.

“Y’wanna know what else pisses me off?” He spoke, pausing as if you would say something or perhaps react to how low his voice could get. “You can’t admit that you want me too.”

Too? Who did he think he was?

You shoved Ashton’s chest, not very hard… just a playful little shove as you tried to keep up your act. “You’re so humble.” You rolled your eyes, getting cut off by another hand on your chin, holding you in place as Ashton collected your lips in a tense and searing kiss. Relief. Sweet, intense relief.

That was one thing you couldn’t deny, you felt so relieved and it made your jaw significantly less tight.

“Am I reading the room correctly?” Ashton whispered against your mouth, ready for another hard smack… which he definitely received. Straight in the chest again.

“You’re lucky I didn’t kick you in the dick.” You whispered back, the tone soft despite the snarky comment.

“Why? You want it that badly and don't want to hurt it?” Ashton started to grin again, but this time it wasn’t that painful. The hand that was on your hip moved to the small of your back, calloused thumb gently caressing your bare skin. His words had you fumbling for a response, it wasn’t that witty, but everything about the last few minutes had your brain turned into mush.

“Fuck off!” You blushed, swallowing down your nerves and watching Ashton’s expression quickly shift to one of possession. You could see that light bulb above his head.

“Yeah?” He breathed, eyes challenging as you nodded and pressed yourself firmly against the wall. “Be that way, then.” Ashton muttered, the hand on your hip gripped tightly and his other swiftly trailed down the front of your skirt to lift it up.

“Ashton,” You cut yourself off as his hand moved between your legs, his eyes silently asking for permission as his thumb moved in slow circles over the fabric of your panties. Instead, you gave him a smile back. “Do what you want.”

There was that nasty grin again, Ashton chuckled and pressed a wet kiss to your cheek. “Sick.” He nodded, now using both hands to tear your panties down which ripped a gasp out of your throat. Now he had gotten all the green lights he needed, allowing the fabric to slip down to your ankles and catch on your tall boots.

It was unpredictable and such a blur, Ashton’s eyes had a bright sparkle of lust and wonder as his fingers dug into the softness of your upper thighs and hips, roughly guiding you to turn around and press your body against the wall. Your breathing had become labored, but Ashton wasn’t one to care. He quickly tugged your skirt up to expose your bare ass, and if only you could see the look on his face… but he wasn’t wasting time.

“This wet, all for me, baby?” He spoke against your hair, breath hot as he ran his fingertip between the slick folds and plunged deep inside once he met your entrance.

“Sh.. Shut up, you’re lucky.” You gasped, turning your head a little, but unable to see him very well. Ashton laughed from behind you.

“Still keepin’ this thing up, huh?” He said right next to your ear, giving himself another challenge as he pushed another finger inside of you. You were about to reply, but clearly, your act wasn’t going to be kept up for long.

Ashton had you pathetically moaning out into the nearly empty room, trying your hardest to keep yourself quiet since these walls weren’t very thick. He knew just the right spot, his fingers were long and rough, curled in just the right spots which drove you further and further towards the edge — until the sensation disappeared.

“Why’d you stop?” You whined, that voice… that didn’t sound like you at all.

“You want more of me, don't you?” He replied, in a tone that was unfamiliar to you as well. It was rough and husky, urgent and just as needy as you.

That was something you yet again, couldn’t deny. You swallowed down the lump in your throat and waited, waited… the silence started to ring in your ears and it became too much. Way too much.

“What are you doing?” You snapped, Ashton was standing behind you, clueless only for a moment until he grinned again.

“Hold on, hold on… tryna’ get a plan.” He mumbled, time broke when he finally moved forward and slowly guided you to turn around. As if you couldn’t do it on your own.

“Okay,” You breathed, disoriented eyes meeting that calculated stare as both of his arms hooked up under your thighs.

“Jump.”

It wasn’t a second thought, there was nothing holding you back from immediately following his orders and wrapping your arms around Ashton’s neck. You hopped up and his forearms flexed beneath your thighs, hooking them around his waist as he maneuvered the fabric around his own body to let his cock spring free.

Your breath coming out in short pants, you tried not to look down and instead stared straight into his green eyes which had morphed into a fury of lust and control fighting over one another. His body pressed yours as far as it would go to the wall, making your heart pound like this was your own match and you were just seconds from the end.

“Do you really fuckin’ want this, huh?” Ashton glared at you, but it wasn’t a harmful glare. It was hungry and feral. The only response he needed was a nod, fingers abusing the curve of your hips as his head dropped forward. He was looking straight down between your bodies, sweaty and bloody, letting himself gently nudge your wetness and drawing a whimper from the back of your throat. There was no control over your own body.

Your thighs were already burning from the effort, nails digging into Ashton’s shoulders and back as he only pushed himself further. It was a quiet mess of heavy breathing, soft grunts and light gasping… then it changed. His hips snapped forward aggressively which made you yelp in response, Ashton’s name just on the tip of your tongue as you bit down on your lip to stay quiet.

“Shit, fuck—“ He huffed, jaw ticking in concentration as he just let go. Ashton figured that if he had already lost it, there was no going back with that rough rock of his hips. His thrusts were near reckless, paying no mind to the sound of lockers and the uncertainty of whether or not the two of you would be heard. It was clear that you felt the same way, holding back was no longer an option as you cried out and grasped for any part of his sweat-slick body. It was his shoulders which faced the abuse and left him hissing with each drag of your nails.

“Gonna make me fuckin’ bleed, for real, ain’t ya?” He growled, his eyes boring into yours through the sweaty waves that fell in front of his forehead.

“Y.. Yeah, no props,” You stammered out the best reply manageable, gasping in pleasure and eyelids fluttering closed as Ashton found that spot.

“Fuckin’ look at me.” He spat, accompanied with a rough slap to your thigh, and not that it caught you off guard, but it did make your eyes widen right as he would have wanted them to. “Y’look like a real slut.” Ashton smiled, the pace of his thrusts slowing to a rough grind instead of the desperate abandon he had started with.

“God—“ You choked out, cursing under your breath with each tremble of your body. Body language was speaking for you, the quivering of your bottom lip and how even after this command, your eyes fell shut again.

“Go on, yeah… look at that.” He licked his lips, his eyes scanning frantically over your body as your release hit you like a truck. Ashton had the decency to let you ride it out slowly, becoming spent himself and pulling out to make a quick mess of your bare midriff. It was over about as soon as it started, your mind a bit hazy and confused with all of the events whirling around trying to make some sense of itself. The frenzy which had taken over Ashton died down, he carefully helped you to stand but kept a hand on your hip just in case the support of your jelly-like legs wasn’t enough.

“So…” You said softly, voice hoarse with way too much effort. Ashton’s eyes turned soft again, the way you had seen them a few moments ago.

“So.” He chuckled, but you shook your head.

“No, no… that was just one time, wasn’t it?” You asked, but it sounded like you were trying to convince yourself of the words you spoke. Ashton’s face fell a bit, blinking increased as he shrugged his shoulders.

“If you’d like it to be, I mean, that was kinda’ spur of the moment type shit.” Ashton was trying to act as himself, huffing out a laugh which didn’t quite make the cut and instead broke down the nonchalance of his act.

“I’m..” For the first time you were speechless, unsure of your feelings and the internal battle which was currently taking place. His hand was on your hip, but gentle. Gentle and steady, not something you two were used to. “Would you be mad if I said I needed to think?”

You had never seen his face light up so quickly, like there was a bit of childlike hope in his eyes as he nodded. “God no, absolutely not. Take your time, however long you need.” He laughed again, not strained at all.

However, the way that he had responded had you pretty sure that your mind was made already. As well as the way he helped you get dressed, used his own towel from his bag to clean up and walked you out through the back doors of the event to avoid being seen. There was no more thinking to be done, that was not a one-time thing.

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birdsinmywalls · 1 year ago

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Not that anyone cares?! Let me be super weird for a second: I started reading this fic YEARS ago and at the time you only had a few chapters done and I was waiting for it to be finished. Then at some point the original tumblr page got deleted and for forever now when people ask/talk about fanfics I always talk about what a tragedy it was that I never got to finish it. I found the calyum1996 even thought the tumblr was gone and literally saved it in my phone all this time and I don’t know what compelled me to look it up tonight but I cannot tell you HOW EXCITED I AM. That not ONLY was I able to find it again but that it’s FINISHED?!??? Girl I hope if you aren’t active on tumblr anymore you still manage to see this reblog because I remember this being the best fanfic I ever read and I can’t wait to reread it and finish it to the end.

You have no idea how crazy this is for me! Thanks for posting it so I could find it again! My inner teen is screaming!!!

Brushwork | Mobile Contents

So here is the mobile version of the ‘Brushwork’ contents page! This is where the new updates will be added - and don’t be alarmed, there’s a desktop version of this list too. Be sure to request new chapters – I thrive off of your need for more. Big Love x

An Art Major AU where Dallas - third year gawky art student at VCA - makes a deal with Calum - her cute new neighbour and project partner - and they spend the semester learning that the perfect masterpiece takes a whole lot of brushwork.

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let-the-bands-take-c0ntrol · 2 years ago

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Adore You (Part 4)

A/N: I don't even know if people still look at this blog, but someone messaged on AO3 asking me to finish this series, so I decided why not!

Ashton IrwinXFemale Reader

Part 3

Warnings: talks of alcohol use, embarrassing moments, food, fluff

A groan of pain left your lips at the bright light coming through the curtains. Your head was pounding and your mouth felt dry as the Sahara Desert. You peeled your eyes open only to squint once again at the bright light. You turned away from the window and found yourself facing a nightstand with a picture of Ashton and some people you didn’t recognize. “Oh fuck,” you moaned out, placing the pillow over your head. You had almost forgotten you had called Ashton drunk last night. Worst of all he saw you puking your guts out and you asked to go home with him. “Take a deep breath,” you whispered to yourself, breathing in deeply through your nose and slowly out your mouth.

You timidly pulled the pillow off your face and sat up straight in the bed. You were still wearing the same clothes from last night. You didn’t remember falling asleep, but must’ve done so in the car. Your eyes scanned the room, taking in the bits and pieces of Ashton that you could gather. Your attention landed on the picture again, taking in the people surrounding him. They all had a similar shade of hair as him, bright smiles painted on their faces. You concluded it was his family after a few minutes and a smile embraced your own face at their happiness. After placing the picture back into its spot, you slipped out the bed. You sucked in another deep breath and decided to finally leave the room and face the embarrassment.

Ashton wasn’t anywhere inside the one bedroom apartment. A computer desk in one corner being disheveled and a waste paper basket overflowing with crumpled up paper. There was a pillow and blanket on the couch, letting you know Ashton had slept on there last night. Your fingers traced along the back of the couch as you made your way towards the desk, eyes locked on the pictures clipped around the space. Ashton didn’t just take pictures for the school journal. The ones in front of you now showcasing various places and people. The way he took pictures captured the true essence of the subject. It was an art and he was damn talented. You continued to look through his stuff, trying to find out more about Ashton. It was the sound of the door opening that made you turn towards the entrance and see Ashton coming in. “You’re up!” he grinned, closing the door with his foot.

“Uh yeah,” you muttered, hands going behind your back in embarrassment at being caught practically snooping. “I was just looking at the pictures,” you finally admitted, watching as he sat a bag down on the kitchen counter.

“Those are from my trip back home,” he said, walking over to you to grab one of the polaroids. He smiled at the picture and then handed it over to you. “That one is my sister for her birthday. She wanted me to take some professional looking shots,” he told you. Your fingers grazed over the picture and you laughed at the clearly non-professional pose of cake being smashed into her face.

“She’s pretty,” you commented, handing back the picture. He nodded at your words, setting it back in its spot. “Do you travel a lot?” you questioned, eyeing a section that showed landscapes.

“Only when I can. Harder to do now that I’m in school,” he commented, heading back towards the counter. There were a couple of the same location, but with a timestamp to show the progression of the light change. It was then you realized you had no idea the time of day. Did you sleep through the morning? Was it late afternoon? You had absolutely no clue.

“I thought you might be hungry when you got up, so I went out to get lunch,” Ashton said, answering the questions running through your head.

“Thanks,” you muttered, suddenly shy in front of him now. You hadn’t contacted Ashton in two days and when you finally did, it was because of a drunk call. He didn’t seem to mind, digging into the bag to take out containers of food. Yet for some reason you felt guilty. “For everything,” you added on, finally walking towards him.

“You don’t have to thank me. I just wanted to make sure you were safe,” Ashton reassured. You shook your head at his words and his eyebrows furrowed at the action.

“No, I just-” you began, swallowing hard. “I was going to call you today and say yes to your date proposal-I’ll admit I blanked when you had asked me the question because no guy has ever been that up front with me.” You began to pick at your nails an action of you being nervous which Ashton had picked up on.

“I’m sorry I drunk dialed you and that you had to see me like that.” He had been sitting at the counter, elbow resting against the counter and chin in the palm of his hand. A chuckle left his lips at your words. “Don’t laugh at me!” you exclaimed, only making him laugh even more.

“I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you,” he began, “It’s just-you’re cute when you’re flustered.” Your mouth clamped shut and your eyes widened in shock. Ashton tossed the bag into the trash bin and slid over one of the boxes to you. “Eat,” he said, digging into his own food. You stared at him dumbfounded for a second, then climbed into the barstool next to him. The two of you sat in silence for what felt like an eternity as you began to eat at the food he had gotten you. After some time you chanced a glance in his direction. He had already been watching you with a phantom of a smile on his face. Ashton had been trying to figure out what to say to you since your apology. He didn’t mind that you drunk dialed him. Didn’t mind that he was the one to come and get you. Ashton was in fact quite pleased that you even asked to stay with him last night. It showed how much you trusted him and it made him feel relieved.

“Usually a few dates have to go by before I reach this stage with someone,” he finally spoke. His heart warmed at the smile that came to your face. “But, I seem to have a soft spot for you.” You giggled at his words and relaxed in your spot.

“Well, we’ll have to fix that then,” you replied, earning a nod in return. The rest of the afternoon was spent with you and Ashton making plans for a proper date. One that wasn’t on campus or as a result of a drunk frat party night. After the food had been finished, Ashton offered to drive you back home. The next time you would see him would be for the date and you had to admit you were excited for it.

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afterglowsainz · 3 months ago

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we used to have more pt. 2 | oscar piastri

part 1 part 3 part 4

pairing: oscar piastri x reader

summary: after oscar gets back with his ex you found yourself coping in the best way possible: running away

fc: different girls from pinterest

warnings: some very questionable work dynamics that i’m pretty sure are not accurate at all (good thing this is fiction and i can do whatever i want for the plot!)

a/n: thank you so so so much for all the love you gave to part 1! this story is like my baby and i’m truly so happy people liked it <3

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ughkat · 1 year ago

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focus on me | l.r.h

part six

part five here

college tutor luke au

{ things are getting spicy }

tutor!luke x fem!reader

smut, quickie, sneaky sex, bj, kissing, petnames, fluff, tutor x student, swearing

not proofread

Monday

10:45 am

My professors words were jumbled into incoherent mumbles, I bit my thumbnail relentlessly as my foot tapped the floor with anticipation. I had 15 minutes left of class before going in blind to my lunch session with Luke.

My eyes stared blankly ahead of me, every few moments glancing to the clock. The simple knowledge that Luke was present on campus turned my stomach. I had no recollection of what my professor had been speaking about, my mind had been swiped blank by the intimidating company of the blond close by.

I counted every second as the minutes passed, unconsciously ripping the skin from around my thumbnail with my teeth as I was growing more and more antsy in my seat. The classroom was filled with a soft hum of the air conditioner, accompanied with the occasional cough or sneeze from another student. I had no preparation for my meeting with Luke, as his demeanor and tone over text was difficult to read. I didn't know if this was going to be a regular, back to normal session, or something unexpected. My breath shook, I tried my best to calm my nerves as the class came to an end.

My professor offered Luke's tutoring to the class once more before dismissal, grabbing his own belongings for his lunch hour. I watched absentmindedly as students exited the classroom, my professor stopping at my seat.

"Luke seems to be running a bit late. You're free to go get yourself some lunch and come back," He began warmly, "Or you can wait here. Up to you." He smiled, giving my chair a light tap before making his way out of the classroom. My legs felt like jelly, I wasn't confident that I wouldn't tip right over if I stood up. I stayed glued in my seat, burning my eyes into the table in front of me awaiting Luke's arrival.

I bit my cheek, checking the time which was now 11:15. My anxieties began to turn to frustration, as I selfishly started to overthink he was late on purpose. I let out a heavy sigh, my tapping foot emitting a fast thumping sound. I knew that my frustration stemmed from the anxiety of suspense, but I stubbornly blamed it on his lack of time management. I swiftly whipped out my from my bag on the floor beside me, impulsively sending Luke an anxious text.

"Where are you? I'm waiting."

I sent the message with a huff, sliding my phone on the table. I leaned back in my chair with crossed arms, glaring at my phone as I sat silently in the empty room.

"Impatient?". I swung my head around abruptly as I heard the door creak open, a deep voice emerging from behind me. Luke entered the classroom leisurely, his face plastered with a smug smile and two coffees in hand.

"You're late." I muttered, turning back around in my chair with a straight face. I heard him chuckle from behind me, his large frame pulling up a chair beside mine. He set one iced coffee on the table in front of me, scooting it closer to my body. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, he flashed me an apologetic smile.

"I could've been late with no coffee." He tilted his head. His playful demeanor uncontrollably making me crack a smile. I gave in, taking the coffee from Luke with a small giggle. I took a sip from the iced drink, Luke remembering my order perfectly. He let out a small sigh before speaking.

"I'm really sorry, Y/n." He spoke softly. I turned my head slightly to look at him, his eyes burning deeply into mine. "I should've explained myself better for you.". I looked down to my drink, toying with the straw as I took in his words.

"Yeah." I spoke quietly.

"You understand my dilemma, right?" He asked, moving his seat closer. "You know I'm not doing this to you 'cause I want to?". I glanced to him briefly before back down to my drink, his gaze was intimidating. I nodded slightly.

"It just sucks, Luke." I began, "You expect me to just come to tutoring all normal again? Like nothing?" I narrowed my eyes, turning my head to look at him. Luke sighed.

"I know. I'm sorry." He muttered, "You think it'll be easy for me to just be your tutor when I want every single part of you?" He urged. I looked away swiftly at words. "This isn't any easier for me than it is for you."

I felt his body move closer to mine, his knee brushing my outer thigh. His face was only inches from mine. We both could feel the tension in the air rising by the second, becoming desperate. I looked back up to him, his blue eyes looking into mine deeply. I wanted nothing more than for him to take me over completely. He placed a hand on my thigh gently as he spoke.

"You're all I want, Y/n." He spoke deeply. We were lost in each others gaze, our faces only inches apart. It felt as though there was a magnet pulling the two of us closer together, slowly.

Inch by inch, Luke inevitably connected our lips gently, his hand on my thigh tightening its grip. I shivered at the promiscuity of our kiss in the very accessible classroom. The kiss quickly got deeper, Luke moving his lips against mine passionately. He moved a hand up to the side of my face, our breathing slowly beginning to pick up. Luke shifted in his seat at the growing hard-on forming in his tight slacks, whimpering slightly into my mouth.

He pulled away quickly, looking at me with heavy breaths.

"We can't." He lazily shook his head, wiping his mouth with his thumb as he stood up from his seat swiftly. I stood up from mine after him, moving into him closer.

"Can't we?" I spoke softly as I looked up at him, just above a whisper while I trailed my hands down his chest, running my fingers alone his waistline. My hands shook and heart beat fast as I boldly chose my next actions, but the desperation over powered my rationality. Luke let out a shaky breath, looking to the unlocked door just a few feet away.

"Y/n..." He breathed deeply, watching my hands toy with his pants button and zipper.

"No one will be in here for another hour." I smiled, looking down at my hands. I swiftly undid the button on Luke's slacks, the zipper right after, before I dropped to my knees in front of him slowly.

"You're crazy. You're so fuckin' crazy." Luke repetitively rambled at a whisper, anxiously running his hands through his hair as he watched me in awe.

"Just be quiet." I giggled. I palmed his already hard member over his pants, emitting a groan from his lips before pulling his pants down just enough to reveal his shaft. I looked up at Luke through my eyelashes, meeting his eyes as I swiped my tongue under his tip once. He let out a heavy sigh, placing a hand on my head, stroking my hair. I opened my mouth wider, taking Luke inside my mouth fully. He brought the back of his hand up to his mouth, concealing a moan as he tossed his head back. His hand rested lazily on my head, gripping my hair slightly as I picked up a steady rhythm with my neck, taking Luke down my throat.

"Fuck, Y/n, you're so good." He whimpered, his mouth dropping to an "O". I brought a hand up, pumping and sucking Luke at the same time.

I watched him as I trembled above me, glancing to the door behind him every few seconds. Luke abruptly pulled himself out of my mouth, grabbing me from under my arms.

"Get up here." He growled. He swiftly lifted me from the ground, placing me on top of my desk facing him. Luke leaned in vigorously and connected our lips, bringing his hands down to my waistband and pulling my jeans down just to my knees. He effortlessly propped my feet up, leaving my knees against my chest and eager heat exposed. Both of us shook with adrenaline, trying to quickly get our deed done in the public classroom.

"Can you stay quiet for me, sweetheart?" He cooed, lining himself up with my folds. I wiggled my hips eagerly, his tip prodding against my hole. Wasting no time, Luke slipped himself inside of me, letting out a breath as my slick walls wrapped around him. Immediately, a loud squeal escaped my lips, making Luke's hand fly to my mouth to silence me. His other hand held my leg up underneath my thigh as he let out a chuckle.

"Quiet, doll. You don't wanna get caught, do you?" He spoke deeply, picking up his pace. I looked down to where Luke and I connected, my toes curled at the sigh of him finally inside of me. I let out another muffled whine into Luke's hands as he kept up his vigorous pounding. I quickly glanced up to the clock, then to the door behind Luke, still cautious of our surroundings in the open classroom. Luke noted my concerns, moving my face with his hand to look back at him.

"Don't worry about anyone else, doll. Focus on me." He spoke deeply, looking into my eyes as he made me focus solely on his member pumping in and out of me euphorically.

"You like being fucked where anyone can see?" Luke chuckled, moving in closer and connecting his forehead to mine, "You like being my slut, doll?". I nodded frantically, my whimpers continued to be muffled my Luke's hands.

"Fuck, doll, you're so tight around my cock." He groaned, watching himself pumping into me vigorously.

Luke quickly glanced to the clock, noting we had 10 minutes until the next class would begin to arrive.

"How fast can you cum for me, baby?" He cooed, bringing a hand up to my sensitive bud, rubbing fast circles into my clit. I dug my teeth into Luke's hands, looking up at him. My walls began to clench around his member, my climax rising quickly.

"That's a good girl. C'mon, doll, cum for me." He growled, keeping a steady rhythm with his thumb and pounding. I tossed my head back, shaking under Luke as I released about his throbbing member. My climax bringing him to his on my thigh quickly after.

With no time for catching a breath, Luke quickly retreated any tissue box he could find and cleaned his mess from my leg, assisting me in standing up and putting my pants back on. We silently slumped back into our chairs, breathing heavy as we collected our thoughts. Beads of sweat collected at Luke's forehead, his blond curls sticking to his skin. My hair laid messy down my back.

"That's not what I meant by we'll talk on Monday." Luke half joked, giving me a side eye. Giving us no time to debrief, the clock ticking to 12:15 and my clueless professor bursting through the door made us quickly adjust ourselves in our seats, trying to act nonchalant.

"Afternoon, Luke." He greeted with a smile, making his way to his desk. Luke smiled with a nod, his ability to act like he wasn't jack hammering me into the table just a couple minutes ago bewildered me. "You're real sweaty. Good session?". My professor raised his eyebrows, still completely clueless. Luke glanced to me briefly with wide eyes, then back to the professor.

"Definitely. Getting better every session." He smiled smugly, turning to look at me. My professors eyes flashed to me, my eyes now meeting his. I smiled with a nod at confirmation.

"That's right." I spoke. My professor nodded, placing his books onto his desk enthusiastically.

"That's great to hear, Y/n.". Luke and I shared a glance, unsure of our next move as I had a class I was now late to. Luke stood up with an uneasy sigh, meeting my eyes once more before turning to the door.

"Uhm. I'll see you tomorrow.". He gave me a look as if to say something which was unsaid. I watched as he exited the room, left to my own devices until I heard from him next, which was too left unknown.

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sinning5sos · 1 year ago

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one of the boys (you can choose which one!!) having corruption kink and teaching y/n some stuff? I think it would be so hot him teaching her how to touch herself cause she’s never done it before and in the end just being “good but not as great as you make it feel”.

so basically innocent!yn + corruption kink if you could and isn’t weird for u to write.

Corruption

Requested: Yes you little freak, I love it

Word Count: ~2,100

Smut: praise kink!!!!!!! Corruption, masturbation, teaching? Etc. DIRTY!

We all know Ashton has to be the kinkiest one out of the group

“Truth or dare, what are we back in high school?” Luke said, laughing off Michael’s suggestion. Michael rolled his eyes but leaned back against the couch. You were sitting next to him, Calum, Luke and their significant others on the opposite side of the coffee table. Ashton was off in the kitchen, gathering snacks for the group. It was a weekly occurrence that you all got together, something beneficial for all of you involved.

“We all know everything about one another anyway.” Calum said, and Luke chuckled.

“Well, nearly everything. We still don’t fully know you,” Calum’s fiance pointed out, her gaze on yours and everyone else followed.

“You guys know a lot about me,” You said, laughing a bit awkwardly but Michael shook his head.

“Mmm, not all of it. We don’t know the juicy details of yours and Ashton’s sexual encounters.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows. The girls around the table scoffed, but the boys laughed slightly.

“Who’s in charge in the bedroom? Is it you?” Luke’s wife asked, and you laughed again as you shook your head. You weren’t really sure how to answer that. You’ve had a lot of fun with Ashton, but you’ve always felt as if there could have been something else, if there could have been more.

“It’s equal in the bedroom,” You said, taking a sip of your drink to give you time to think of an answer, “But of course, it’s more so Ashton.”

“Well obviously, we all know that Ashton is super fucking kinky, it’s only a matter of time before he truly corrupts you,” Calum said, lifting his beer up in a cheers motion and you felt the blush creep onto your cheeks.

“He’s probably already done it, hasn’t he?” Michael prodded, nudging his knee with yours and you laughed, hoping your embarrassment wasn’t showing itself.

“What are you going on about me corrupting my girlfriend?” Ashton asked, bringing a tray of food into the living room. He had a smile on his face but a pointed look in his eyes.

You smiled up at him, taking his hand as he sat on the other side of you, “Michael, you’re not being a dick again are you?”

Michael chuckled as he shook his head, and Ashton leaned his head down against yours. He turned slightly and kissed your hair, and you smiled as the topic drifted off to a different conversation.

“Tell me about it later,” Ashton murmured into your hair and you nodded. You knew all the jokes of Ashton being the kinkiest one, but he hadn’t shown that side to you. You weren’t a virgin, but you also weren’t as experienced as he was, and now that thought was a slight insecurity. You felt yourself becoming distant from the conversation, which Ashton so graciously covered for you as you thought more about what the boys had said.

Ashton hadn’t corrupted you at all, nor has he let you feel any shame in it whatsoever. But you wanted more from him, you just weren’t sure how to get it.

* * *

“Baby girl, why are you acting like this? Is it because of the conversation that I walked in on earlier?” Ashton asked, moving to join you on the bed as he knelt beside you.

“I'm not acting like anything.” You insisted, but you knew that was a lie. The conversation had been replaying over in your head, again and again, until the two of you had gotten to this moment. You weren't sure why the conversation was impacting you so much. I'm at the boys a joke around about summer things in the past, but there was a part of your deep down that wondered if Ashton had been holding out on you.

“Okay fine, I am. I’m sorry,” You said, laughing slightly as he looked at you.

“Don’t be sorry, just talk to me about what you’re feeling.” He said, an authentic smile on his face as he leaned down closer to you. He pressed his lips against yours, a nice gentle kiss but pulled back.

You leaned in again for a kiss, deepening it and racking your brain on how to be more…aggressive. You bit down on his lip but winced as you pulled away.

“Princess, what was that?”

“The boys are talking earlier at Luke's that you're obviously the very kinky one and that I am not as experienced by your means. I don't know, it's just been kind of stuck in my head since we left.”

“Can you explain a little bit more?” He asked, nodding as he cupped your cheek, his thumb grazing the skin.

“I want you to corrupt me.”

He chuckled as he dropped his hand but stopped when he realized you were serious.

“Baby, what do you mean?” He asked and you sighed as you thought more about it.

“I don't know, I just want you to teach me more. I'm not saying that I am completely innocent, but I know there's more that you wanna explore but you’ve been holding back on me?” You suggested.

“Is this coming only from the conversation or is this something you’ve been thinking about for a while?”

“I guess I’ve been thinking about it for a while,” You said sheepishly. His brow furrowed at your response, and he pushed off the bed, “Baby wait, I’m not -”

He cut you off with his hand raised and you quickly shut your mouth.

“I’m not mad. But we’re going to have some fun now, since you want to learn so badly. You want to be my little slut, is that what you want?” He asked, his voice hard but his eyes still soft.

You felt the blush creep back into your cheeks but nodded.

“Good girl. Now I want you to get up, strip, and then sit with your back up against the headboard.” He commanded. You were quick to follow his words, pushing off the bed yourself and climbing out of your pajamas. You shivered slightly as the air, chilled by the AC unit, now was blowing against your skin. You followed his instructions and climbed back onto the bed, your back now against the headboard.

He stripped out of his boxers and sat on the edge of the bed, by your feet and gripped his own cock. You licked your lips in anticipation, now so excited to hear his next words.

“Spread your legs Princess,” He murmured, his voice low and his eyes dark. You slowly spread your legs, feeling self conscious but also empowered and how hungry he now looked.

“I’m going to tell you what to do, and I want you to do exactly what I say. My mouth is about to be very vulgar, can you handle that?”

You nodded, but his gaze caught your attention.

“Verbal confirmation. Everything will revolve around your ability to answer me, is that understood?”

“Yes Ashton,” You whispered, and he nodded.

“Good girl,” He praised, and you bit down on your lip again at the praise. Did you have a praise kink? “Now, I want you to take your right hand and bring it down to that sweet pussy of yours.”

You followed his instructions, your hand grazing down your front to your core and looked up at him, waiting for the next cue.

“I want your fingers to tease your slit, but no penetration yet. Up and down, collect some of those juices I see running already.” He said. You followed his instructions, your two fingers grazing your lips. Your body jolted at the contact, but you kept your gaze on Ashton. His hand was moving ever so slightly, teasing himself and you at the same time.

“The same rhythm I’m stroking my cock, I want you to start fucking yourself with your fingers.” He muttered.

“Yes Ashton,” You breathed out. Your fingers, already slick from stroking yourself, pushed inside of you. You let out a slight gasp at the feeling, craving it to be his cock instead but you didn’t voice that - not yet.

“Good girl. Tell me how that’s making you feel?” He murmured. He started to stroke his cock just a bit quicker now and you matched his pace.

“It feels so fucking good Ash,” You moaned out. He chuckled as he nodded, licking his lips as he watched your fingers move.

“God, already so fucking wet and you’re only fucking yourself. You’re a fucking vision right now,” He breathed out, his eyes closing for a second as he increased his pace once again, “Insert another finger inside of you and start rubbing your clit with your other hand. Fast too, don’t hold back on it.”

You followed his instructions once again, adding in your ring finger inside of you as you brought your left hand to your clit. You moaned as you made contact with yourself, your clit being a sensitive spot for you. You started out rubbing slow circles, but as you heard him tsk, you sped up.

“Tell me again how you're feeling right now, baby girl.” He said, but you barely heard him over the sound of your own moans. You couldn't help it, the way that they fell from your lips at the situation. Ashton looked so hot sitting at the edge of the bed and stroking himself while fucking yourself with your fingers.

“I feel so fucking good Ashton. I think I’m going to cum soon.”

“Good. Keep going, but don’t you dare cum without my permission.” He said, and you nodded.

“Ah, words Princess, or I’ll have to punish you.” He snapped.

“Yes Ashton, I won’t cum unless you tell me to,” You breathed out, your eyes peeking up at his and seeing him satisfied. He had a smug look on his face, his hand still stroking at a steady rhythm and you were starting to struggle to keep up. You felt your thighs begin to shake, but you kept your gaze on Ashton as you continued fucking yourself.

“Ash,” Your voice was desperate, but he chuckled. You positioned yourself sitting up more, your fingers still fucking yourself as your other hand was on your clit, and you moaned out as your body began to shake.

“Ash, please,” You begged. He stopped stroking and moved closer, giving you a singular nod.

“Cum for me princess,” He said, and your abs and thighs started to burn with how much you were restraining yourself. You let everything go, your orgasm crashing into you as you came on your own fingers. You stilled, your body now exhausted and Ashton went back to stroking himself.

“Let me taste you,” He murmured, and you brought your hand up to his lips. He sucked and moaned with your three fingers in his mouth, before releasing them as he was about to cum himself. He stilled, his cock twitching as he came and you enjoyed watching him become undone.

“I’m going to clean up real quick, then we’ll chat.” He murmured, pressing a kiss on your lips and you hummed quietly. He walked into the bathroom, and you pushed up on your elbows as you watched him grab a washcloth and run it under warm water before returning to you. You moaned as his fingers brushed against your core, feeling extremely sensitive from what had just happened.

“Tell me baby girl, what do you think?” He murmured, pressing a kiss against your neck and trailed them down your throat.

“I definitely enjoyed that,” You whispered. He chuckled as he nodded.

“You definitely did. Did you like fucking yourself while I watched?” He asked, sliding down slightly to drop the rag in the laundry basket before he turned back to face you. This was your favorite version of Ashton, his cheeks flushed and his face glowing in the post orgasm haze.

“I’d much rather have you inside of me instead,” You breathed out and he chuckled as he crawled up the bed, closer to you. He met your lips with his, pushing far more forcefully than earlier and you smiled into the kiss. He pulled back, his hand gripping the side of your hip as he lifted himself up.

“You’re going to regret those words Princess,”

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let-the-bands-take-c0ntrol · 2 years ago

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12 Days of Holidays: Day 5

Calum HoodXFemale Reader

Warnings: pure fluff, winter weather, mentions of food, soft touches, rambling moments, first kisses

“What are you doing for New Year’s?” Calum questioned. His back was pressed up against one of the bookcases. A crunch followed right after his words and you looked over to see him munching on potato chips, a large bag that was usually shared with a family.

“Uh as far as I know, to my dad’s for a barbeque in the afternoon and that’s about it,” you said, placing one last book on the shelf and wheeling your cart to another section. Calum was hot on your heels, stuffing another chip into his mouth and once again taking a spot on the edge of a bookcase. “What are you doing?” you asked, face frowning at how chaotic the shelf looked. You sighed in annoyance as you grabbed the handful of books that didn’t belong in the section.

“I was invited to some party downtown, but. . .I thought maybe you and I could meet up at Cane’s Park and watch the firework show.” There was a tinge of hope in Calum’s voice and you understood where it was stemming from. It had been a week since your official first date with him. The two of you had been trying to plan for a second date, but since the holiday traffic was picking up neither of your schedules would align. Right now Calum was spending his lunch with you while you worked to get the bookstore ready for an author meet and greet. There was a definite shift in your dynamic now that your feelings were out in the open. For starters, Calum wasn’t hesitant about touching you more. He’d give you forehead kisses, squeeze your hip whenever he passed behind you, the hugs you two shared were longer too.

“You want to spend New Year’s together?” you asked. The dating part only just started, but you had practically been spending most of your days with him before the first date. Even went on a skiing trip with him and his friends, so you weren’t sure why Calum asking you to spend New Year’s Eve with him made you nervous.

“Yeah. Is that weird?” Calum thought for a moment. “Like I know we just started dating, but I thought it’d be a good second date. I could get some blankets, and snacks. We don’t even have to go all the way inside the park, we can just chill in the back of my truck and watch the fireworks from there.” He was starting to ramble.

“Calum-”

“Or we can wait until after the new year for our second date,” he continued on.

“Cal!” the volume of your voice raised higher, but he was too wrapped in his rambling to hear. You rolled your eyes, setting the books down and grabbing Calum by his cheeks to pull him in for a kiss to shut him up. It took Calum a second to realize that your lips were on his, frozen in his spot for a second before kissing you back. The hand that was holding up his bag of chips lowered. After a few seconds you pulled away.

“Y-You kissed me?” he blurted seemingly perplexed.

“I did,” you laughed, “I had to shut you up somehow.”

“That was our first kiss,” Calum said this time. You chuckled again and went back to reshelving.

“It was,” you replied, finally turning to face him. Calum still seemed a bit shell-shocked, his fingers going up to touch his lips where yours were just pressed. Calum wanted to kiss you again, and he glanced over to see you had been watching him. His cheeks felt heated at being caught and he cleared his throat.

“Can I kiss you again?” Calum timidly asked, taking a step closer to you. You smirked at his words, lifting on your tippy toes to reach his height again. Calum smiled down at you, his hand grabbing at your waist this time to pull you closer even more. His head dipped, but you weaved your head so that your lips were near his ear.

“You can get another kiss on New Year’s Eve,” you whispered, pulling away from him and receiving a groan in return. Calum licked his lips and he gave you a playful glare in return. He wasn’t opposed to waiting another day or so, but he had wished the kiss you just had lasted longer for him to at least think about it until you kissed again.

“Fine, New Year’s. It's a date," Calum smiled, pulling you into a hug and kissing the top of your head.

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suchalonelysunflower · 9 months ago

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Den of Vipers

Sinners and Saints: Chapter 1

Pairing: Mafia! Ashton Irwin x Fem! Hemmings! Reader

Word count: 5.8 k

Summary: Devastating news forces you to knock on the door of the last person you’d ever want to see.

Warnings: Death, murder, blood, guns, mentions of drugs, abuse, torture, kidnapping, language. Some gramatical errors (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)

Author’s Note: Hiya! Welcome to my new series. I won’t have a taglist anymore, so any way you can support this, whether it is a reblog, comment or like, would be very much appreciated ❤️ Hope you like it and Happy reading 🌻✨❤️

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The roaring sound of the engine could be heard from your room, distracting you from the book you were so comfortably reading. A smile crossed your features as you jumped out of bed and made your way outside.

The sun was starting to set with the golden hour on the horizon. The image of your brother’s back walking out the door welcomed you for just a moment before you decided to jump on him, immediately making him drop the small amount of luggage he was carrying.

“Since when do you leave without saying goodbye?” You laughed, perfectly koaling your way along his broad back.

The perks of being a little sister: you’re never too old or too heavy for piggyback rides from your siblings.

Luke groaned a laugh “Since I figured I could be free from your ass a few minutes longer”

You jumped off him “You don’t mean that”

“Of course not,” He smiled, pulling you into a hug. “I was going to go up to your room in a few minutes”

It was always like this when he had to leave. Ever since he started helping your father at work, he’s been gone most of the time, barely having any time for you. It was no secret that Luke was your favorite amongst your brothers, nor did he hide the fact that you were his favorite as well. It was just the way it is, having just two years distancing you of age he became your best friend from the beginning. And it was not like you were allowed many friends either - or rather, no one wanted to be your friend because of your last name.

Luke got that, everyone in the family did. But growing up made it harder for you than your brothers. Being the only girl in the family does that.

“How long are you leaving this time?”

Luke sighed “Dad said it’s only for a week, but you know him”

“So I should expect you by the end of the month” You answered him, trying to hide the hurt in your smile “Can’t you come back early? At least for a few days?”

“Why?” He asked with a puzzled expression “Is there something important happening or…?” You punched him, he laughed “Of course I’ll try to be here for your birthday, little thunder”

And if Luke said he would try, he meant it.

He kissed your forehead before a loud honk could echo throughout the house.

“Someone’s impatient” You rolled your eyes.

“We gotta love him” Luke shrugged, grabbing his luggage and giving you one last look “Take care, Y/N”

“You, too! I’ll see you when you get back”

“I’ll bring you a present!”

You stayed at the door until you watched the car disappear through the gates. Little did you know what would happen next.

The brain works in funny ways. Always reminding you of things you would rather forget.

It’s been a week since “it” happened, but there wasn’t a day where you didn’t relieve it at least once.

The rain against the window; the loud knocks on the door. You were sitting in the kitchen, putting the last candles on your birthday cake, anxious about the promise Luke made you as you looked at the clock. How did they let the police just pass through the gate like that? Maybe the guards knew it was urgent. How you walked down the hall, careful just to eavesdrop without being noticed, just in time to watch your mother fall to her knees, her beautiful party dress ruined as the most horrifying sound left her mouth.

Then, it was all a blur.

People dressed in black. Your father having meetings after meetings behind closed doors, always catching your eye before the familiar click of the lock filled the silence. How the rain felt against your skin as the casket containing your brother's body was lowered down to the ground, never to be seen again. Your mother’s tears. The fake “I’m sorry for your loss” speeches. Your father's stone-cold expression as his hand covered your shoulder with some sort of affection. The silence that came afterward.

But it couldn’t end like that. It wasn’t right.

“We need to find him,” You told your father after the funeral.

He was sitting behind his desk, looking the oldest you’ve ever seen him. His eyes weren’t even focusing on you, almost as if he were also lost.

The first time he lost a son, Ben, your oldest brother, it made him cold as ice. It helped him build the empire he had now, grown on the blood of the enemies he took down along the way. You were just a child then, not older than thirteen, but you remember how fast things started to change. How friends stopped being friends, how business never meant the same thing again, how your mother stopped smiling as the jewels in her chest started growing.

But this is different.

“Dad,” You begged, hating how you sounded like a little kid again.

“There is nothing we can do, Y/N,” He said, coldly.

That’s who Robert Hemmings was, never sugarcoating anything. He tried, albeit your mother’s begging, to keep you out of the know of the family business. You were their only daughter, their little Angel, what good would it do to drag you into this world of madness and blood? It seemed like she didn’t know you at all.

“So you’re just going to sit there and do nothing?!” Your voice rose with every word.

Your father didn’t dignify you with a response, instead, he chose to sit back and close his eyes. For the first time in years, you realized just how old your father was getting. The creases upon his face were as deep as the dark circles under his eyes. His white hair was getting thinner by the hour, and the spots on his skin seemed to be growing.

For a second you wondered just how much time it had passed since you saw him smile, since you spent time with him like you used to when you were a little kid. But you were not a kid anymore, and the man in front of you did not seem like your father at all.

He seemed tired, he probably was after all of this. But you were tired as well, tired of so, so many things that you were done keeping quiet for.

“He is still out there,” You said, more quietly this time “I know he is”

“Y/N…” He sighed, rubbing the pads of his fingers on his temple, trying hard to come up with the right words before he exploded in a fit of anger as he usually does with his subordinates “You heard what the police said. You read the reports even though we told you not to-”

“The reports said they only found one body, dad. One!” You wanted to scream, to shake some sense back into him but for what? You could already see the lost battle before it even began “Maybe Luke wasn’t in the car, maybe-”

“The car was completely burned out! They found his jewelry, some bones- Y/N I don’t know how else to tell you! They’re dead!”

“Jack is dead,” You said somberly “Jack’s body is the only one that they found. Jack’s the one six feet below. Not Luke”

Robert sat back in his chair, shaking his head as you continued with your ranting.

“The bones couldn’t be identified, so it could be one poor soul that got the short end of the stick. It could be one of the collateral damage, as you call them, right dad? Could be fucking anyone! Luke could still be out there, he could be in trouble and we’re sitting here doing nothing-!”

A loud bang interrupted you. Your father’s fist was tense over his desk after he banged on it, not caring about the glass of water that tipped over and was now spilling over the edge of the mahogany. The vein on his neck was trembling as well as his jaw, but his eyes weren’t focused on you. Instead, he looked down, eyes wide and unreadable with every emotion hidden and swallowed by his pride.

Still, that didn’t scare you.

“Jack would’ve wanted for us to find him”

“Don’t you fucking talk about your brother” Robert spat.

“Someone has to!” You stood up, letting the foot of the chair drag against the floor. You have never stood up to your father before, but it was time to change some things around the Hemmings' household “You know I’m right”

“Y/N, Luke is dead,” He said, finally looking straight at you. The helplessness in his eyes took you by surprise “The sooner you accept it, the better. The ceremony for his remains will be-”

“No! That’s not him!” You nearly cried, but you promised yourself not to. Not in front of him. Not ever “I’m not going to mourn a stranger standing in his place”

Your father just shook his head, letting his hands distract him as he sorted out the papers on his desk.

“Dad,” You demanded his attention, leaning over his desk “Dad!”

No response, no reaction.

“Fine,” You said, voice laced with anger “I’ll go find someone who will pay attention to me”

You started to walk away, not looking back as your nails dug into the flesh of your palm, cutting the skin to distract you from crying out of rage and disappointment. This was not how you expected he would react. You didn’t expect him to give up just like that.

The merciless boss of one of the biggest mafia rings in the country… giving up for his son.

“Y/N,” He called out before you closed the door behind you, making you stop in your tracks but you refused to look at him “I’m thinking of selling the business”

Those words left you frozen in place, a drop of cold sweat dripping down your back as you turned to him, clear fear in your eyes.

“What?”

Robert, stoic as usual, didn’t look up as he signed over something.

“The Luccas made an offer” He explained in so little detail “I believe it’ll be for the best”

“For the best?!” You scoffed, feeling completely betrayed. A new low you believed your father could never be able to reach “For the best of whom? Your conscience? Breaking news, dad. You don’t have one. Cause if you did, you would never-”

You pressed your lips together, shushing the lump in your throat that threatened to escape in a sob. You took a deep breath and turned to your father.

“I hope you know this is the last time I’ll ever talk to you again if you dare to sell it to them. To him”

“That’s not your decision to make”

“Then consider me dead along with the rest of your children. You’re good at that”

The banging on the door was heard all over the house along with your shoes stomping on the floor.

He could laugh. Was it possible that they were that stupid?

It wasn’t a rare occurrence for Calum Hood and Michael Clifford to come at him for help, but really? Drugs?

“This has to be the stupidest thing you’ve ever asked me,” He said, both Calum and Michael shifted a little in their seats.

There they were, sitting in comfortable velvety cushion seats with leather handles; drinking a whiskey that was probably older than them; hands adorned with expensive jewelry and dressed in the finest suits they could afford. And they were afraid.

It was normal, of course, to feel intimidated by him. After all, his reputation preceded him as one of the deadliest men in the country. His successful deals gave him millions, and the ones that weren’t as successful still made him a threat. Men feared him or wanted to be him. Women fell at his feet on their knees and not just to beg for mercy.

There was no wonder why he was nicknamed “Lucifer” given that his eyes resembled the evil and cruelty of Alexander Cabanel’s painting. There was no good left in him, not that anyone knew. Not that he would show proof of that.

Ashton Irwin was a proud man, a respectable man. And the two men in front of him knew it, so why waste their time?

Both Calum and Michael were famous around town as well. The prodigal son, Calum Hood, became a household name after he took on the family business after holding his father at gunpoint to sign the papers for him. Soon, he enlisted Michael Clifford, a wizard in technology and heir to his own fortune - albeit a bit small - as his right-hand man. They made themselves known in the business, and even Ashton had to admit that it was surprising how quickly they went up the ladder amongst the other families he knew. But, as any rookies, they made a few mistakes and asked a lot of favors that they were now trying to amend.

“Calum, how’s your girl?” Ashton asked, leaning back on his chair, pretending that their request was never asked in the first place “Still running that bookshop back on Seventh Street?”

The smirk on Ashton’s face might not have meant anything else but a taunt to Calum. But the latter didn’t like the way he said it, almost as if he knew that his girl was his only weakness.

“She’s good” He answered, trying not to give him the satisfaction of seeing him affected.

Ashton hummed, looking at the third guy who was standing near the mirror on the wall.

“It’s not nice to bring security and bodyguards for a talk with friends,” He said.

“Is that what we are?” Michael asked, “Is that what we’re doing?”

“You tell me, Clifford. Cause I know for sure that if you came to me as partners then we wouldn’t even have this conversation” Calum opened his mouth to speak but Ashton silenced him “Because as you know, I don’t make deals with lost causes, and right now I’m seeing two in front of me”

“Ashton-”

“There’s a thing called “unsaid agreements” in this business, Calum, I know you’re familiar with that. And that is we don’t shit where we eat. We don’t sell drugs in this city, we don’t make deals with the locals, and for fuck’s sake we don’t owe favors to the ones that don’t comply with this agreement” He pointed his finger at the two men in front of him “And you two fuckers did the three things together”

“Well, what choice did we have?!” Calum asked “The Luccas were threatening to take over our territory and-”

“And I don’t give a fuck about the Lucass’” Ashton spat “In fact…”

In one swift move, he took a gun under his desk and shot the security guard right in the head.

“WHAT THE-”

“FUCKING CHRIST”

The two men yelled and jumped as the gun went off. Splatters of blood could be found in their clothing and faces, but nothing compared to the smear of blood and brains that now dropped from the mirror. Ashton, as usual, sat back in his chair with a smirk and hid the gun. Not a single drop of blood hit him or his desk.

“WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!” Calum yelled, trying to wipe the blood from his clothes, showcasing his lack of knowledge of the business.

“Cause he was wearing a microphone you jackass!” Ashton spat “Hidden on the belt, look it up”

Michael leaned down and he in fact found a small microphone hidden behind the buckle. He sighed as he showed it to Calum. The two men looked back at Ashton with tired looks filled with anger and embarrassment.

“Another advice,” He said “Don’t fucking invite newbies to “important” meetings”

“You think you’re so smart…”

“I know I’m smart, Hood, and I’m the best there is in this business so don’t you fucking forget it. There’s a reason you came to me and not to the bloody Bermans” He got up and walked up to Calum, grabbing his chin and pulling his closer “I’m the only chance you have but I don’t even know if you two idiots deserve it. So, admit it, Hood”

Calum rolled his eyes, but Ashton tightened his grip.

“Say it” He nearly whispered, looking straight into his eyes.

“Jesus fuck, fine. We need you, okay?”

Ashton smiled, letting go of Calm and patting him on the cheek “Atta boy”

Just in time, someone knocked on the door before opening it. A young blond girl dressed in a white crop top and leather pants peaked inside, only showing half of her body but her whole face.

“Sir?”

“Lauren, not now”

“There’s someone here to see you”

Ashton rolled his eyes “I don’t have time for it right now. Whatever or whoever it is, it can wait till at least for the cleaning to come up”

“I don’t think it can wait, sir. She’s very insistent. I’ve been trying to hold her back for twenty minutes now” Ashton gave her a look that made her roll her eyes “She says her name is angel and that it’s urgent”

Ashton perked up at the name. Slowly biting the inside of his cheek, he nodded and turned back toward his desk.

He clicked his tongue before looking toward Michael and Calum, and then back to his assistant.

“Bring her in and send the cleaning team to at least remove that idiot, please” Lauren nodded and closed the door. He looked at his desk, putting away some papers as he nonchalantly said “You two, out”

“What?!”

“This isn’t over, Irwin-”

“Yes, Clifford it is” He stared at them but barely raised his head “Now get the fuck out before I make you”

Ashton could only hear a string of murmured curses and then the door closing with a bang. He smirked, “Angel,” He whispered to himself in a singing, mocking tone “What have you gotten into”

The blonde girl looked familiar. Her smile showed some kindness that you weren’t used to seeing around these places, even when you first encountered her behind the bar. She didn’t ask questions other than your name and the reason for your sudden visit.

“He doesn’t see people without a previous appointment,” She said, handing one more beer to the drunken men who slurred their thank you’s to her.

“What, is he a doctor?” You chuckled humorlessly, but the girl didn’t laugh along with you. her bright blue eyes just showed pity and understanding. You sighed “Look, tell him is angel, he’ll see me”

The girl shrugged “I can’t promise you anything, doll. Just wait here”

Once she was out of sight through a backdoor, you took your time to scan the place. Ashton did outsell himself with this one.

“The Den of Vipers” was the most popular club in the city, having opened ten years ago when Ashton took over the family business, it was still filled with clients who wanted to get lost for a while. Ashton was good at making people disappear, and it showed. This place screamed his name wherever you would look.

The floor was a dark marble with white gold lines separating the tiles. There were booths against the walls, all made of velvet cushions and leather. The lights were low, and changing from blue to purple, to green and then white again as the music played, it was impossible to keep track of the people there thanks to it. The bar itself was made of bulletproof glass, standing proudly and mockingly in the middle of the dancefloor, surrounded by different bodies lost in the mindless music the DJ of the night put on, almost in trance and unaware of the things that happened behind the scenes.

Of course, this whole charade of a humble business owner was just Ashton’s front to the authorities - even though they always seemed to be on his side, many times you heard your father complain about it - but you knew the reality. In fact, you were sure that when the girl came back, you’d be led through the backdoor and into the real building. You’d walk through careful hallways that will eventually lead you to the owner’s real office.

And that is exactly what happened once she came back and guided you through cushioned, sound-proofed walls covered in dark green velvet. The lights of the halls were dimmed, giving the feeling of being watched at all times like a haunted house. And you wouldn’t have been surprised if that was the case, after all, Ashton could be anything but careless when it came to a negotiation.

Which is exactly why you’re here.

When you got to the door of his office, you didn’t need to knock as the door opened immediately. Two guys dressed in black came out carrying a bodybag, leaving the door open. You rolled your eyes because, of course, Ashton would make a big show.

“I’ll take it from here,” You said to the girl, giving her a small smile that she mirrored.

The first thing you saw when you came into the office was the desk. It had nothing but some papers and a lamp, no sign of family pictures or hobbies. It was common for the “big bosses” to keep their workplaces clean of any personal relationships, but coming from Ashton it seemed pretentious - at least for you.

The mirror still had blood stains on it and you could tell they were still fresh, even so you didn’t look twice. Blood and guts are not something that shocks you anymore, and that realization came with a whole can of worms you weren’t ready to open up yet. There were some stains on the floor and what you could assume was gunpowder residue, so you were careful not to step on those.

“I’d apologize for the mess, princess. But you and I both know it doesn’t matter”

You turned to find Ashton with his back facing you as he fixed a drink on his personal mini-bar. His broad shoulders and back were covered with the finest of suits - from Milan, everyone and their mothers wore clothes from Milan - his hair was longer than the last time you saw him.

When he turned around, however, it seemed like nothing had changed.

He looked mature, of course, twelve years can do that to someone. But his eyes were still the same shade of hazel you remember, only a bit more sadist. He looked good, and somehow you hated that. It was time to put the past in the past where it belonged and stop the memories before they cloud your mind. Still, something inside you kept telling you, urging you to let yourself go. What did it matter how he looked? But that thought came late for the half smile he wore as he walked up to you, made you realize that he caught you staring.

“Here,” He said, handing you a glass of whiskey and coke. How’d he know your favorite drink? that was a question for another time “I assume you’re a big girl now, princess”

You glared at him as you swallowed the whole glass in one go, never taking your eyes off him and his unimpressed look.

“‘m not a princess” You said, dryly “And I can make my own drink, thank you”

You pushed past him and walked toward the mini bar, fixing yourself another drink. It was clear that you didn’t need it, your mind was screaming and begging for you to keep a clear head while you were ahead and in front of Lucifer himself. But something in his smile… the way his eyes still treated you like a child, so condescending, brought something in you. A chance to prove yourself in front of him.

All your life you had to prove yourself in front of men like him. In front of women who think they were better than you because their hands didn’t get dirty as yours did. In front of your parents. Of Luke… How long until they realize that you are where you belong?

Once you finished making your drink you turned back to Ashton. His eyes roamed your body, shamelessly, he licked his lips briefly before a smug grin adorned his face, eyes looking straight at you.

“I can see that,” He said, leaning against his desk “So, angel, haven’t heard from you in a while”

You rolled your eyes “Don’t call me that”

“You’ve never seemed to mind it before”

“I’m not here to reminisce about the olden days, Irwin” You spat.

Ashton whistled “So the bitch can bark! Impressive. Who would’ve thought that the balls of the Hemmings family were hiding behind their youngest?” Your face turned red in anger as your fingers tensed around the glass. Ashton noticed and tauntingly walked toward you with a smirk and leaning to whisper in your ear “But guess what? Y/N, you still can’t bite”

Your body became hot at his proximity. The smell of his cologne filled your surroundings as the rage - or something else, something new - inside your stomach kept boiling. But before you could push him away, he was already pulling apart and going back to sit at his desk.

“Tell me, Y/N, what is a Hemmings doing here all by herself? Has daddy finally kicked you out?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, looking down unable to meet his eyes. You can’t believe you’re doing this, not with him. But there wasn’t any other choice.

“I need help,” You said, hating how those words sounded coming from you.

“Everybody does” He shrugged “Doesn’t mean they’re going to get it-”

“Ashton,” You finally looked back at him. The urgency of your voice and the fact that you called him by his name for the first time since you came here, took him by surprise as he listened “Jack’s dead”

Ashton’s eyes remained unchanged at your words, looking straight at you while his fingers played with his rings on the opposite hand. From his reaction, it was hard to guess that once upon a time he and the Hemmings’ siblings were inseparable, Jack being the closest of age to him and one of his first friends. Your eyes begged for him to do something, say something. To show you any indication that he might help.

The bond between your family and his broke a long time ago. You were barely a child, but you knew there was no going back to the summers filled with laughter and joy you all shared. In the blink of an eye - or at least that’s what it felt like as a child - The Irwins and the Hemmings were sworn enemies. And the friendship you had with Ashton vanished in thin air.

You and Luke took it the hardest, begging your mother to help you call the Irwin household so you could talk to Ash. Never understanding why suddenly her eyes filled with tears as she shook her head no and told you to play something else.

“He hates us,” Luke said to you once. It was another boring afternoon after you suggested calling him again. But Luke’s eyes were cold as ice, scaring you as he said “And we hate him”

And for a while that was it. You weren’t going to go against your brother, so the subject was finally dropped and you haven’t seen Ashton since. Or at least that’s what everyone thought.

But now, years after the fallout, you were hoping somehow that those words were a lie. Maybe Ashton could still hold some kind of fond memory of your families together. Anything to make you believe he might help you.

“My condolences,” He said after a while, no emotion hidden in his voice.

His comment made you angry, “Is that it?”

“What else do you want me to say?” He shrugged “People die every day, Y/N, it just the way it is”

“He was murdered”

“Shocker” Ashton scoffed with sarcasm “He was never the brightest of lads.”

“It was an ambush,” You said, unable to stop. “They were driving back home in the middle of the night when a string of bullets came raining down on the vehicle. Jack could barely escape before they found him and slit his throat. They burned the car afterward. And Luke-... Luke’s missing, Ashton”

Ashton nodded, pressing his lips in a thin line “He’s probably dead”

“No, he’s not”

And maybe it was because of your determination, or the look in your eyes when you said it, almost as if you believed it. But Ashton grinned at your statement.

“No,” He said, “He’s not”

A small breath of relief escaped your lips. Finally, somebody believed you.

“Would you help me?”

“No”

“What?!”

Ashton shrugged “Why would I help you, little Hemmings? What makes you so entitled to come here and ask for my help after what your family did?”

“My family?” It caught you off guard, what did he know that you didn’t?

“And why aren’t they helping to find their beloved golden child?” Ashton mocked, standing up and circling his desk until he was once again in front of you “All the stories we hear about the young, promising Hemmings… I’m sure they were not talking about you”

You felt your cheeks heat up at the comment, grip tightening around the glass, nearly breaking it.

“I am shocked that they didn’t start a search party already. Has daddy Hemmings opened his eyes to his karma yet? Why should I care? Matter of fact, why should you?”

“He’s my brother,”

“Cute. Not enough, but thanks for trying” He nodded toward the door “See yourself out, angel. This isn’t your castle”

Ashton turned around, not even giving you a second glance. Your hand reached out to him, grabbing him by the arm and making him stop. There were probably a few people who could do that to him, even fewer the ones who were still alive to tell the story. He turned his eyes toward you, curiosity and anger hidden in those hazel marbles staring back at you and then at your hand on his arm.

The tension was clear, but it was a little too late to rethink that mistake. If this was your only shot, then you had to take it. You owe that much to Luke.

“I- I have no one, Ash,” You said, looking down, ashamed of your statement and how weak you sounded.

Ashton didn’t say a word, he didn’t move away either. He stood there, waiting for you to continue. And for the first time in a long time, you felt relieved that someone was at least willing to listen.

“I left them,” You told him, looking straight into his eyes “I left my family because they did not believe me. They can’t find Luke, they won’t even try. He’s the only person I have left and I won’t rest until I find him, with or without your help”

Ashton grinned maniacally, a shadow appearing in his eyes as he looked down at you. Now you understand why they called him Lucifer. For he once was one of God's most beautiful angels, but temptation and his own ego were his doom. And, as he leaned down, you couldn’t help but be entranced by that wicked smile as he said, nearly whispering.

“And what are you willing to do, angel?”

It was a challenge, you could see it in his eyes. A bait to lure you into a trap. And you took it.

“Anything”

Ashton’s smile widened as he freed himself from your grasp and walked over to his desk to grab a set of keys, pressing a little button on it.

“If I’m going to help you, little Hemmings - and I’m not saying I will just yet - you’ll have to resign your name and what comes with it. I’ll be dead before I help a Hemmings out of the sheer kindness of my heart”

You rolled your eyes “You don’t have a heart, Irwin. Is that all you want? I told you I left my father”

“I don’t need a rogue princess fumbling with my business” Ashton scoffed, “So whatever I say goes. You’re working for me, Hemmings, not the other way around” He walked closer to you again, his chest nearly hitting yours “If I say go, you go. If I say we stop, you stop. If I say get out of my sight, you better pray your little feet move fast. I don’t care who you are, what you are, or what you represent. If you fuck with me, I’ll fuck right back. And I go hard, angel. No intentions of having any kind of mercy. Understood?”

You challenged him with a look, trying to figure him out. But time was running out, and you didn’t have any other option.

“Yes.” You said, dryly.

Ashton clicked his tongue “Yes, what?”

“Don’t push it, Irwin” You took a step back “So, we have a deal?”

The doors to the office opened and two large, muscly men dressed in suits came in and stood quietly but threatening at the door. You crooked an eyebrow and looked back at Ashton.

“Friends of yours?”

“Acquaintances,” He said, walking over to them and getting out the door, only stopping for a second “You comin’?”

The two men walked behind you as you followed Ashton through the halls that first brought you there. The image of his broad shoulders walking under the low lights and out toward the club shielded you from any distractions. He would sometimes glance over his shoulder, a teasing smile pulling at the corner of his lips when he noticed you were still walking a few steps behind him.

People at the club were sweaty and unashamed. Bodies grinding against one another and along the beat of a dark EDM song. Some women and boys would walk up to Ashton, letting their hands grace the skin of his face and neck or arms as they each seductively said hello to him. It seemed as if they were enchanted by him, moved by a spell of lust as their eyes would meet his. They wanted him, they all wanted him. Ashton would smile, say their names, and acknowledge them with a hello before moving to another person, another step toward the exit.

Ashton led you through a door that led to another dark hallway. The music sounded muffled through the walls, blocking your ears at the sudden change of environment. Ashton walked a few steps ahead before he stopped and turned around toward you, hands in his pockets as he looked at you and grinned.

“Now what?” You asked, annoyed “Any other fan of yours that we need to greet?”

Ashton chuckled and shook his head.

“No, just precautions”

“Precautions? Why would you-”

“Sorry, angel”

And with a snap of his fingers, the world went black.

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You don't go to parties anymore

Modern Eddie Munson x ex reader

Summary: Eddie keeps looking for you in his parties

Word count: 1.9k

Warning: angst, mentions of drugs, drunk eddie, curse words, small reference to smut (if you squint)

a/n: this was inspired by the song stuck in my head, “you don't go to parties” by 5sos and obviously i had to do something about it lol. Reblog and comments are appreciated <3 also comment if you want to be tagged in eddie one shots in future. Mwah

Another Friday night, another party. Like a routine, like a spiral. Eddie Munson, big doe eyes were hidden by the bags under his eyes. Hair messed up like he fought a monster. And his well known smile, that everybody was attracted to like a moth to light, was gone with the wind, gone with you.

He doesn't remember when was the last time he slept through the night. He stays up, drinking, distracting him with different things, or parties on friday nights.

Why did he keep throwing these parties every week? He wasn’t sure. But his eyes keep searching for that familiar pair of eyes, those pretty eyes, your eyes.

It was 5 am Saturday morning, and Eddie's apartment was crowded with every person he knew, while he laid on the sofa, drunk. Sweaty bodies are dancing, people are still drinking in the corner while some are passed out on the floor in front of him.

He eyes them carefully, everyone, there’s Nancy and Robin talking about something, Steve is drunk dancing with this blonde girl he can’t remember the name of.

It's 5:00 a.m. clinging to my couch

And everyone I ever knew is standing in my house

Oh, I wonder who I'm looking for

'Cause you don't go to parties anymore

“Eddie! It was my turn,” you whined as you reached out, snatching the joint from his lips. He chuckled as he watched you bring it to your lips, taking a deep breath. To say he adored you was an understatement.

You both lied, on your backs, in his bed, taking turns smoking the joint. It was midnight and you had snuck out of your house to jump in Eddie’s car. Now you both were here, spread out on Eddie's bed, smoke surrounding you.

He turned to face you and draped his arm lazily around you pulling you flush against him,

“You’ve had enough, baby,” he whispers, gently taking the joint from your fingers and slightly getting up to smash the butt of the cigarette in the ashtray.

“I can handle, eds” your voice was dreamy, low and distant. Your mind was in higher clouds, the ceiling was your window to the galaxy as you watched the shooting stars.

He hummed, pressing his lips to your jaw. Eyes droopy, you both faced the ceiling, sides pressed to each other, hallucinating a whole new world until you passed out.

I still think about the times we were heavy

Racehorse tripping on the dirt that you got on me

Vultures spinning up above for what's left of me

We go stupid every night, what a tragedy

Eddie’s mind started to darken with each passing minute, as every memory of you haunted his brain. He felt a pang in his heart, begging and praying to see you one more time. Just one more time.

He looked at every corner of his house where he fucked you relentlessly, he looked at the balcony where you stood up all night to watch the sunrise together,

His lips started to tremble at the surge of memories, each one hitting him close to home. His mind was foggy, he was losing it. Like he always did everytime he let his mind wander to you, always back to you.

I'm still here in the darkness

Back where we started

You make me a heartless monster

I'm caught up in distractions

Fatal attractions

I'm starting to come undone

A part of him wanted to kick everyone out, he was tired, the voices in his mind too loud. He glanced, once again, at the bodies, hoping that you were there, hoping he overlooked your figure the first time.

And now it's 5:00 a.m. clinging to my couch

And everyone I ever knew is standing in my house

Oh, I wonder who I'm looking for

'Cause you don't go to parties anymore

His eyes zeroed at the girl, whose back resembles yours. He stood up abruptly, seeing stars immediately, he shook his head to focus. Stumbling, he made his way to her. A bottle of wine clutched in his hand tightly.

He tapped her shoulder,

I'll talk to y/n. I’ll make it okay, we’ll be fine, this is it. I’m sorry y/n, give me one more chance, give us one more chance.

She turned around, and his breath hitched in his throat at the sight of a random person. She wasn’t you. Of course you wouldn’t be here

He nodded and smiled, or tried to, before he raised his bottle to her. She politely shook her head ‘no’.

A string of curses left his mouth as he shifted his weight and leaned on the wall on the side. The girl immediately shifted her attention from her friends to him.

“Hey, are you doing well?” she asked, obviously interested

“Hmm” he nodded, bring the mouth of the bottle to his lips, taking a swig

“You know i, uh, recently broke up with the most beautiful girl ever,” he slurred

She looked taken aback, she didn’t expect this. Anything but this.

“We, uh, were together for 5 years,” his pitch went high for the last part that he uttered

“I thought you were her, but you can never be her” he chuckled, shaking his head, gulping the wine.

“Excuse me?” she was furious,

“Yeah… y/n…y/n was the best part of my life” his bloodshot eyes were distant as if mentally he’s still in the memory

“She used to make me laugh on my worst days and-” his words fell short as he saw the woman had gone away.

He shook his head, he really was losing it

I got the last five years running out my mouth

Always stay too late, I should kick me out

Oh, I wonder who I'm looking for

'Cause you don't go to parties anymore

“Watch your words, Munson” you threatened, your voice shook despite the efforts of keeping it strong

“I’m fucking done, y/n, i can’t do this, you want too much” his voice raised slightly

“Too much? Asking for your fucking time is ‘too much’? You elevated your pitch to match his

Another day, another argument, like a routine, like a spiral. y/n’s big pretty eyes with tears swimming at the edge, dangerously close to falling.

“I think it's time to put an end to this relationship,” eddie stated, devoid of any emotion

And there came all your tears, pouring on your cheeks as the words rang in your ears.

You wanted to reach out to him, hold him, tell him you’ll make it through together, that this is just a rough patch.

But you stood there still as you watched him walk out the door.

He covered his ears with his hands as he headed for the balcony, running away from the bodies, from the loud music, from himself. His own last words to you haunting his mind, he wanted to scream to silence everything.

He spotted Argyle and Jonathan being only physically here, their minds wandered off when they sniffed the powder. He walked up to them, seating himself beside them, reaching for the pills and crushing them on the table.

Lost my limit 'cause I'm dumb and I'm passionate

Took my foot off of the break, it's not an accident

All my friends are up on Mars, we've been traveling

Another lonely night

“In time we’ll build a home for two” Eddie blurted out as you both hiked up the small hill.

“Eddie! You’re being-” your breaths were ragged

“You can tell me i’m being corny, but it still won’t make me sorry,” he cut you off, grinning widely as he looked at you, nothing but admiration in his eyes

“Don’t you think about our future?” he wondered out loud,

“Of course, i do, all the time” you think about the nights where you think about two of you when you can't sleep

“Yeah but i have a feeling you’ll have enough of my dramatic ass and leave me,” he teased

You glared at him. You both knew you hated whenever he brought up ‘you leaving him’ because you loved him too much to choose something else over him.

Ironic. How fucking ironic.

He glanced back at the crowd which had shrunken. He scanned the room from the balcony once more before he let the powder get a hold of his mind

And now it's 5:00 a.m. clinging to my couch

And everyone I ever knew is standing in my house

Oh, I wonder who I'm looking for

'Cause you don't go to parties anymore

The sun had started to rise, the sky displaying beautiful colors. He smiled at the scenery, remembering how you used to get lost in the beauty of it all.

“y/n used to love it so much,” he revealed to the boys beside him, but they were too high to listen to him. That didn’t stop him, only encouraged him

They’re not listening, I'll pretend they are

And so he did. He rambled on and on about you. Anything he could remember about your relation, he voiced it, good or bad.

He kept talking and sniffing the powder.

Again

Then again

And once more

Until he blacks out.

He doesn’t remember anything except the sky burning auburn, cocaine powder all over the table, your voice in head and then-

He opened his eyes, vision still blurry as he tried to get up. His hand reaching on the other side of the bed, seeking your warmth, like a habit. He winced at the coldness that resided there.

He was in his room, in the same clothes as last night.

His head hurt so bad like someone banged his head against the wall. He tried to get out of the bed when he saw Steve entering the room with a glass of water in his hand.

“You gotta pick yourself up buddy,” steve said

“I-” his voice was hoarse, mouth dry.

Steve handed him the glass, which he gulped like a thirsty man in the desert. Steve took a seat beside him, legs dangling.

“It was worse this time, eddie” steve tried to get his attention,

Eddie’s gaze was stuck at his door,

Maybe you’d enter, laughing. Maybe you decided to return to him. Maybe just maybe he could have a second chance. Maybe this was all a bad dream,

Steve’s voice pulled him from his daydreams,

“your nose was bleeding, man, you gotta sober up, just try and get over her”

In a beat, he replied, “i don't want to get over her, Steve”

You

Just the mention of you has him talking. Talking non stop about what you two were, what you two could have been

I got the last five years running out my mouth

Always stay too late, I should kick me out

Oh, I wonder who I'm looking for

'Cause you don't go to parties anymore

His chatter was cut short when Steve’s phone rang, which he attended walking out the door.

Eddie was left alone with his thoughts. He turned and extended his hand to get a hold of his phone.

Once in his grip, he opened your chat, re-reading the countless texts he sent you.

“Please come home” he sent one more, like every other day.

Eddie put the phone away as he saw Steve approaching him with his phone extended to Eddie, “its y/n”

Eddie couldn't believe his ears, or eyes or anything, he wasn't registering the situation. He scrambled on the bed, practically leaping out to meet steve’s phone half way, as he practically snatch it and placed it on his ears,

“y/n?” his voice was shaky, his body was trembling

“Eddie?”

Oh, I wonder who I'm looking for

'Cause you don't go to parties anymore

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