#incest in their game. hell the joke went over my head until last year and i'm twenty fucking four

[spyres]

sorry i'm still talking about how stupid pmd fans can be but it's so fucking bewildering and downright horrible how fans saw psmd and one of its related shorts hint at espeon and umbreon being romantically involved and also never saw any official source say that they're siblings (because no source exists. because they're not siblings. you got that from an incorrect outdated bulbapedia page that doesn't even say that anymore) and went "i will not reasses my judgement on their relationship based on this new information and instead i will now accuse the dev team of putting incest into this game for 3 year olds, which is definitely a normal and not really fucked up and weird thing to say about a group of complete strangers. i would rather do that than swallow my pride and admit that i was misinformed."

[snowdice]

The Horror of Stereotypes (Part 1)[Dice Roll 6]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Remus/Logan/Patton with Remus/Logan focus (more pre-romantic considering the situation), Remus & Roman, Logan/Patton (established, but not at the forefront for most of it)

Characters:

Main: Remus, Logan

Appear: Roman, Patton, Deceit (but blink and you’ll miss it)

Summary: There had always been a certain stereotype about people like him for as long as anyone could remember. After the Heart War of 1963, those stereotypes had been legalized and places like this had been created to enforce the universal truth: everyone had a soulmate. One soulmate. No more and no less.

At least they were supposed to.

When Remus’s brother gets arrested because of his two soulmarks, Remus risks everything by infiltrating the facility he legally should be in as well due to his own two soulmates to save him. There he meets Logan and it turns out they have a lot in common: they both got hired this week, they both have two soulmates, and they’re both here for the same reason.

Oh. And as it turns out, they’re each other’s soulmates too.

Universe: Soulmate AU

Genre: Horror (Yeah, it’s a fun combo. The horror vibe is mostly contained to chapter 3 though. It’s all still horrifying, but that specific tone is pretty much only there.)

Notes: Torture, Torture of a main character, Dystopian, Blood, Guns, Gunshot wounds, Leg wounds, Mentions of Desecrating an Animal Corpse by a Main Character, Imprisonment, Mentions of Cannibalism, Genocide Suggested, Sexual Innuendo, Fear, A tasteless but not serious incest joke, Medical procedures.

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Goodness my tags were already horrifying enough because of the darkness of this universe and concept of this AU and then Remus started talking...

This is part of my Roll the Dice Event which is where I do random ships, universe, and genres for the Sanders Sides fandom. For more details see this post. I posted a few days ago my results from this dice roll here.

In which I once again do a dice roll that ends up not being a one-shot like it’s supposed to be... This is going to be 6 parts...

Getting into the building had been easy for Remus. Remus had a special set of skills that he’d never really thought of as skills until he was sitting in a little office right outside the main gate of this facility spouting off every one of his worst possible thoughts in extensive detail during a job interview. They listened to him for less than half an hour before deciding he was perfect for the job and two days later, here he was.

His tour guide chatted and chatted happily to him seeming not to question his contentment with his surroundings. She’d probably gotten a peak at his file after all.

Remus had always been… a weird child at best and the “bonkers evil twin” at worst. Almost everyone in his life tended to give him a wide berth since he was younger. Honestly, you hang one dead cat you found on the road on the middle school flag and suddenly you’re a pariah. It’s not like he’d killed the cat. In fact, he’d loved Senior Bitey when he’d been alive and knew for a fact that it was the type of funeral the feral little thing would have wanted. It was one more chance to put terror into the hearts of all the children in the school. He’d attempted to explain his reasoning to the school counselor. He didn’t think he’d done a good job at that.

Later in life he’d been “guided” toward more “productive” outlets for the dark thoughts that sometimes rattled in his head. He was given a pen and told to write down stories. Remus had taken to this suggestion with gusto and quickly learned not to let anybody read them. His high school biology teacher had been a bit weirded out by how enthused he was about dissection days, but he scored well on the AP test and got the highest marks, so she was willing to write him a letter of recommendation that helped him get into college with a biology major. He’d thought about becoming a coroner or forensic scientist, but when he’d turned 18 and his soulmark… well, soulmarks he guessed… had shown up, he’d decided that he really shouldn’t be doing anything that would put him in such close contact with law enforcement.

So much for that, he thought and glanced at his tour guide. “And last I’ll show you the upstairs housing!” she was telling him. “It’s for the multis who have already gone through processing and interrogation and are now on work detail.” When they walked into the next building, Remus did his best to pretend to look without actually making himself look. For all his notebooks full of bloody stories and horrifying abstract musings and his memories of dissected frogs, cats, and pigs, actual human suffering was not something Remus relished. Yet, he still smiled at the woman who was gaily guiding him through the prison that legally Remus himself belonged in.

See, there had always been a certain stereotype about people like him for as long as anyone could remember. After the Heart War of 1963, those stereotypes had been legalized and places like this had been created to enforce the universal truth: everyone had a soulmate. One soulmate. No more and no less.

At least they were supposed to.

But for a universal truth, different things happened at a surprisingly high frequency. There were people who didn’t fit the mold. They were broken. Like Remus.

There were people who grew up to not have any soulmarks. Since soulmarks appearing were the cut off for adulthood, legally these people never became adults. Once they turned 18 and no soulmark presented, they had no legal right to basically anything. They couldn’t own property or make decisions for themselves. They weren’t allowed to attend school anymore, and they couldn’t get jobs. Their parents could decide they didn’t want to deal with them anymore, and if they did so, the soulmarkless people were either put into a shelter or left to die on the streets. Remus wasn’t sure which option was better honestly.

Then there were people with multiple soulmates. They were monsters. They were selfish, immoral, and deranged. For most of his life, Remus had accepted this as fact. He probably would have gone on believing it even after he got two soulmarks himself on his eighteenth birthday. After all, people had been telling him all his life he was a monster.

Then his brother had gotten two as well.

If Remus was the evil twin, Roman was the good one. He was kind and enthusiastic in his love for other people and the world around him. He’d become an EMT during the day and was an actor on the side. His creations brought people joy and happiness. He was everything good in the world. Everything Remus could never quite be.

And he had two soulmates. Just like Remus.

So, fuck the world, honestly. In particular, fuck tour guides cheerily guiding him through the first level of hell who would have definitely run away from him if she’d met him on the street. Would she have jeered at him that he was crazy and disgusting all through middle school? She may have been right, but at least he knew it. He could draw the line between the evil in his head and what he put into the world. Her though? Her head was probably clear as white snow. She probably just followed orders and didn’t think about it. Her brain probably skipped right over the sights and sounds before her and never lingered. Remus thought dark thoughts, but he also didn’t ignore them when they came to life.

“This of course isn’t where you’ll be working,” his guide went on with a grin. “The people up here don’t know anything or already gave up what they do know. So, you’ll really not have much to do with it. You could use it as a reward offer though if you ever want to play good cop.”

This was the reward, Remus wondered with disgust. It wasn’t even a prison. It was a pig pen at best and a slaughterhouse at worst. Human suffering was pouring off these cement walls and, though Remus talked a good game and kept a smile on his face, it turned his stomach.

His brother was probably in one of these pens somewhere and that was the best-case scenario. You’d think, Remus though grimly, that the brother who was an actor would have been the one able to pull off the lie the longest. But no.

“Anyway, that’s the end of the tour. Well, except the two floors downstairs. You’ll need to wait for your pass to get there. It’ll take about two to three days.”

“Can’t wait,” Remus said.

She smiled at him and swiped her keycard to open a door into a much cleaner area before leading him down a hallway. “So, now, I’m going to introduce you to your team. It’s actually a very fun thing!” Fun. “You should be excited to be a part of it. We’re expanding the facility and we’re thinking of separating them all out by class. You’re going to be tasked with helping design a whole new wing for the 4 and ups.”

“Fantastic!” Remus gushed. “I’m surprised you’re letting the new guy in on it.”

“Well, the higher ups wanted fresh ideas for this, so we went out and got people in the tops of their fields specifically for this project,” she explained. “Most of your teammates have been working for us less than a month except for your boss Gavin. He’s been working with us for almost five years and was transferred to this office specifically for this project. Speaking of,” she said swiping her keycard at a door so it opened into a fancy looking office space. “Gavin!” she called. “I have your new interrogator here!”

A man turned and his eyes flickered to Remus. There was something off about him even more so than the sickly-sweet guide who ignored the horrors happening around her every day. He paused for just a moment too long before he gave Remus a wide, predatory smile. “Hello,” he said, his voice smooth and low. He walked over to them. “Gavin,” he introduced himself, his eyes studying Remus intently.

Remus plastered on a smile. “Nice to meet you,” he said with a wink.

Gavin chuckled a bit. “Thank you, Beatrice. I’ll take him from here.”

‘Beatrice’ apparently (Remus hadn’t bothered to learn or remember her name before.), nodded and quickly left the office back the way she’d came.

After that, Gavin showed him around the office, introducing him to normal looking people doing normal looking things. That more than anything he’d seen today make a shiver go up Remus’s spine. They all acted like normal people, but any one of them would happily annihilate Remus on the spot if they learned about the soulmark he hid on his back in addition to the one on his forearm. They’d likely helped harm his brother in some way in the last two weeks over the coffee and donuts in the corner of this very pretty office.

Once Remus had seen most of the office and been introduced to most of the people in it, Gavin led him into a different room off to the side. This room was something out of a science fiction movie. It had a giant screen across an entire wall with a 3-D blueprint pulled up of a building and a bunch of text scrolling down the side. At the console in the center of the room stood a man in a dress shirt and tie.

He turned emotionless eyes on Remus and Gavin as they came into the room. Remus barely kept himself from tensing to run. This man looked dead inside, like someone had stolen his soul and left him an empty husk.

“And this is Logan Berry,” Gavin introduced. “He’s the head architect for this project. You two will likely be working closely for a lot of this venture. Logan, this is Remus Prince. He is an interrogator who will be consulting with us.”

Something flickered across the stoic man’s face, but it was gone in an instant. “Salutations,” Logan said, sticking out his arm.

“Sup,” Remus replied, reaching forward to shake his hand. The moment that they touched, Remus felt warmth bloom across his lower back where he knew his hidden soulmark was. He met Logan’s eyes which were suddenly wide and not nearly as emotionless as they had been just moments before. Terror had immediately broken through whatever mask he’d been wearing. Oh, Remus thought. Remus had just met one of his soulmates, and clearly, he also had more than just one soulmate as well judging by the fear in his eyes. Remus swallowed and pulled away his hand. “Nice to meet you Nerd,” he said with a careless shrug, “or whatever.” He saw Logan take a small breath and then the mask slipped back into place.

“Likewise,” he said, voice impressively monotone.

Gavin clapped his hands once, not seeming to notice anything off. “Well, we have a lot of work to do today gentlemen. Let’s get to it!”

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[m-is-for-mungo]

So, I think it's time.

Personal time, scroll past if you aren't interested. I wish I could say I made any of this up.

TW: emotional, verbal, and sexual abuse, homelessness, depression, incest, dog death

Some of y'all may remember that I moved to Montana and basically kept the blog updated with my journey. Some of my mutuals know why I moved. But I'm ready to talk about it.

I moved to Pennsylvania in 2016 to live with my then fiance. I was pressured into moving much sooner than I wanted, to a place me and him had never discussed prior to his dad getting him a state job in Mansfield, Pennsylvania. I had to drop out of college, I left all my friends and family. I gave up musical theatre, and missed out on a big part that had my name on it because my fiance and his mother had been badgering me and pressuring me to move early.

So I did.

One memory that is burned into my mind is my mom standing in my grandmother's kitchen asking me one last time if I was sure I wanted to do this, and that it wasn't too late for us to just drive back home. I wish I had gone home.

But I drove alone to an apartment I had never seen before. While I was in those four walls, I was subjected to verbal abuse, emotional abuse and neglect, the deepest bout of depression I had ever had and am still recovering from, and that was just from my fiance. That doesn't include the abuse from his mother, the constant "You aren't good enough for my son," "when are you giving us grandchildren, we were your age when we had [ex-fiance]." I was 22. He was 24. We were barely making it with us two and a dog, and they expected me to get pregnant and have a grandchild for them.

This went on for a year, in person. We had been on the bad end of the relationship before I ever moved but I thought it would fix things. I threatened to leave multiple times, but how could I leave with not enough money to get home, care for my dog on the trip, fuck myself I could make it but I was worried for her. So I stayed.

I stayed even though I was being abused. Emotionally, verbally, and sexually. I overheard him every night on the PS4 talking to his friends how much of a cunt I was, if sex hurt, it wasn't his problem, how I don't do anything for him.

I cooked, I cleaned, I took care of him. I wasn't his partner, i was his second mother.

A year and some change in, I finally had it. I sat him down and I gave him his ring back and I told him I could no longer be with him. I would start working and save up money and get out, but until then, he had to work with me and be a roommate and just make the best of it.

A month later, he lost his job and began to pull unemployment. He would stay up nights on end, playing games with his friends until he would pass out where he laid, stay there for 16-20 hours, wake up, and repeat. During this time, I reached 245 pounds because I was emotionally eating and no longer cared for myself.

He and I spoke briefly about him considering moving back with his parents, as during this time, my parents sold the house in Mississippi and moved to Montana. It was no longer an easy drive for me to leave. 2 days of travel turned into 4. He said he would think about it. He left to see his parents for Christmas of 2017. On January 2nd, 2018, I got a message from him that he would be coming up on the 4th to get his stuff.

He had not involved me in any decisions.

I had $1.14 in my account.

I had no phone as he hadn't bothered to pay any bills for months.

I had no food.

My tires were going bad in my car.

And I had a sick dog.

That night, or early in the morning of the 3rd, my sweet Lily died. She had started to have seizures and I had nothing to help her. I couldn't get a hold of my ex to have him call an emergency vet. My mom couldn't get a hold of him, and she did her best for being across the country. I still hear Lily's last breath in my head. I remember the scream ripping through my chest and the absolute despair I felt.

And all he had to say to me was "I knew she was sick but I didn't do anything about it."

So I cut contact with him. I paid 4 and 5 months backed bills on a part time minimum wage job, leaving me pennies to live off of. My parents did the best they could, they paid my rent so I could still have a roof.

I went months alone. I lost 40 pounds that first month he was gone. Whether it was not eating, not eating the shitty junk food he ordered every night, or the stress, I don't know why I lost so much so fast.

And then my ex boyfriend came into the picture. I had worked with him for months at goodwill. Harmless flirting, he had a girlfriend after all. Just a joke here or there, and then we'd get back to our tasks. Until one day he came in, looking rough as hell, and only said "I don't have a girlfriend anymore."

So I reached out to him. He had been cheated on once again by the girl, and was hurting a lot more than he was showing. So I gave him a hand up. I didn't want to see him sad. And as we talked, he got deeper and deeper and he cried. I offered him a place to stay, since he had nowhere that was safe. And we started dating.

My lease would be up by the end of this month, and so we worked and worked on my place, we both quit goodwill and got much better jobs. He was able to start his much sooner than I did. Things were honestly looking up. He reconnected with his dad, who offered us a home. So slowly, we moved my stuff over there.

And then it happened.

On a Tuesday night in May, we moved the last bit of my stuff to his dad's. We had a great night, and he asked me if I regretted anything. I told him I didn't.

Wednesday morning, we had a small spat and he left. Walked back to his ex girlfriend and reconciled.

Thursday, my dad flew out and we got my affairs in order.

Friday, I no longer had a place that I could say I lived. My parents shelled over money to get a uhaul and my ex' s dad was a good man who took the day off so I could get my stuff, and I wrangled up some friends to help me pack the uhaul. Me and his dad were talking when his phone, my phone, and his step mothers phone all went off at the same time. His aunt had been keeping an eye on the situation and sent out a screenshot of his Facebook where he announced that he asked his ex to marry him.

They're step siblings.

By Sunday morning, they were married and me and my dad were in Illinois.

And the rest has been... blessedly boring since I've moved to Montana. I stayed with my parents for two months. I got my head on straight and then moved an hour away and have been providing for myself. I met some great friends, both irl and online. I've met an incredible guy, Matt, or as Oz calls him, Rangar the Red.

I'm happy. I don't feel the need to run away to Tumblr for an escape nearly as much as I did when I originally made this blog. It has finally moved into a "I'm doing this because I enjoy this community and content", not "I spend my every waking moment on Tumblr because if I stay in reality too long, it'll be the end of me."

And I know this was long, and I promise, I left a lot out, but I needed to get it out. I've talked about it here and there to friends, but it's finally become my story to tell and I'm at peace with what I have left in the past.

I appreciate every single one of y'all. For a while, this blog was my only purpose. And each and every one of y'all were my reason to get up for another day and provide what little content I had to share.

I will never be able to properly convey how much you all mean to me, but I can keep trying.

[highfivecalum]

The Bet {CH} 6

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE

TO SAY you were nervous would be an understatement. You changed your outfit a dozen times and babbled on the phone to Peyton as you got ready and she helped calm your nerves. Slightly. After changing so many times you finally settled on a pair of jeans with a plain white shirt and checkered Vans. You kept it casual, since it wasn’t a date, and you didn’t want to overdo it.

“You look great, Y/N.” Peyton assured you over the phone and you rolled your eyes.

“You can’t even see me Pey.”

“Yeah, well, I know you do. You always look great.”

You ran your fingers through you hair and sat down on the edge of your bed. It was almost seven and you were waiting for Calum’s ‘I’m here’ text. You didn’t expect him to come up to your door and get you, since it wasn’t a date, so you were fine with just a simple text. “I’m nervous.”

“You’ll be fine, Y/N. It’s not even a date, remember?” You sighed at the reminder of this not being a date. No matter how many times you tried to tell yourself that you didn’t mind that it wasn’t a date, you knew that deep down, you wanted it to be. Calum was nice and made you laugh and annoyingly attractive, so a date with him wouldn’t be bad, you thought. But it wasn’t a date and you had to remind yourself of that. “Wait, do you want it to be a date?”

“I mean, I don’t know, maybe?”

“Oh my God!” Peyton squealed. “You so do! You like him!”

“Ugh. Shut up-”

The knock at the door startled you and you shot up from your bed. You weren’t expecting anybody, so you weren’t sure who it was, it couldn’t be Calum. Could it be? You told Peyton you would call her after the not date and rushed to your door. You were surprised to see Calum standing there, hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his feet. How did he know which room was yours?

“Hey?” You laughed. “How do you know which door was mine?”

Calum shrugged innocently. “I may or may not have asked Peyton.”

Of course he did and of course she told him. “Of course she told you. She doesn’t care about my safety; always telling strange guys my room number.”

Calum scoffed, holding his hand to his chest in mock offense. “I am not a strange guy!” You laughed and slid your purse over your shoulder. Calum furrowed his eyebrows. “Wait, how many guys has she given your room number to?”

“She hasn’t.” You laugh. “Just a joke. You’re the only guy.” Grabbing your keys, you looked at Calum expectantly, and found he was already looking at you. “You ready to go?”

“Yep.” You ushered Calum out of your apartment.

“Ya know,” you spoke as you locked your door. “You didn’t have to come to my door to pick me up. It’s not like this is a date.”

Calum smiled sheepishly and followed you to the elevator. “Well, what if I want it to be a date?” You looked at Calum with wide eyes and it didn’t look like he was joking, and of course, you blushed. When weren’t you blushing around Calum? It was starting to get annoying, honestly.

“Well, then, I guess this is a date.” You bit your lip and Calum smiled wider. The twenty minute drive to the mini golf place was filled with meaningless chatter and singing along to Calum’s playlist he made specifically for you. But he wouldn’t tell you that. Calum quickly found a parking spot and the two of you made your way up to the counter to get golf clubs and balls. “You didn’t have to pay, Calum.”

“It’s a date, remember?” He smirked. Calum was amazed at how good you were at mini golf. “Are you a pro or something?” He asked as you shot your fourth hole-in-one in a row and you giggled.

“Almost, but not quite.” You winked playfully. “Michael and I used to mini golf all the time. I got pretty good over the years.”

At the mention of Michael, something inside of Calum’s stomach twisted unpleasantly. He wasn’t sure what it was. It sure as hell couldn’t be jealousy. Could it be? If it was, Calum couldn’t understand why. He didn’t like you, not really, he was only hanging out with you as a bet. He didn’t have a reason to be jealous. Well, that’s what he told himself. “Has Michael always been your best friend?”

“Pretty much. We met in elementary school and then Peyton moved to our middle school from a different state, so that’s how we met her, and ever since then we’ve been inseparable, really.” You smiled at the memory of meeting Peyton for the first time. She complimented your favorite shirt and you complimented her purple hair, that matched Michael’s, and then the three of you were instantly the best of friends.

“Have you and Michael, ever, ya know…”

“Hooked up?” You scrunched up your nose and Calum nodded his head. By your reaction, he could tell that you hadn’t ever done anything sexually with him, but your words settled his stomach. “No. Never. That would be like hooking up with my brother.”

“I don’t think I would like you anymore if I found out you were into incest.”

You laughed loudly, earning the attention of the people around you, and you covered your mouth to quiet your laughing. Calum laughed along with you, finding your laugh contagious, and he was happy he could make you laugh that hard. “Sorry. That was really funny.”

“Don’t apologize. You have a nice laugh.” Calum picked up your ball and his and walked to the last hole. You hadn’t even realized you were almost done with the whole course since you had been talking and having a good time the whole two hours you were playing. There wasn’t one moment of awkward silence and you didn’t run out of things to talk about. It was nice.

You beat Calum by a landslide and he of course was being a sore loser and he blamed it on not having played for so long and you being freakishly good at the game. You returned your clubs and the balls that you hadn’t lost and started walking back to Calum’s car. The two of you were only supposed to play a round of mini golf and end the night there, but Calum didn’t want the night to end just yet, and neither did you.

“You hungry?” Calum asked as he drove down the street.

“Very.”

“I know this place with really good burgers and milkshakes. Wanna go there? It’s not too far.” You nodded your head with a smile on your face, Calum’s smile mirroring your own, and you drove to the burger place in a comfortable silence. The place was almost completely empty aside from the few people working and the old couple in one of the booths.

The sign said to seat yourself, so you and Calum chose a booth by the window, and slid in. There were already menus on the tables, so you picked it up and looked through it. You decided on a cookies and cream milkshake and chicken fingers with fries.

The server took your orders and came back with your milkshakes shortly after. “Can I try yours? I’ve never had the cookies and cream one.” You slid your milkshake to Calum and he slid his to you, letting you taste his, even though you knew you wouldn’t like it since you weren’t a big fan of strawberry flavored things. You loved strawberries, just not stuff that tasted like them. You watched as Calum’s plump lips wrapped around your straw and his cheeks sucked in as he sucked on the straw. You had to tear your eyes away from him before he caught you staring. The one thing you loved the most about his face was his lips. God, you just wanted to kiss the shit out of them.

“Good?” You laughed as he took another sip and then another.

“Amazing.” Calum smiled and took his own milkshake back. “I’ll have to get that one next time we come here.”

You cocked an eyebrow. “There’s going to be a next time?”

“If you want there to be.” Calum shrugged, a smile playing on his lips, as if he didn’t just insinuate that he was going to take you on a second date. You rolled your lips in your mouth to hide your smile and thankfully the silence between the two of you didn’t last long, since your food arrived just in time.

You ate in silence, it was comfortable not awkward, and when you finally finished your food, you went back to drinking your milkshake. Your hair had fallen in your face, just covering it a little bit, and your cheeks were sucked in like Calum’s were before, and your eyes were looking behind Calum and around the little diner. When you heard the ‘click’ of a camera and saw a flash you quickly moved your eyes from the old school jukebox to Calum, who was smiling down at his phone.

“Did you just take a picture of me?” Calum simply nodded his head and you furrowed your eyebrows. “Why?”

“You looked cute.” He flipped his phone around so it was facing you and you blushed at his words, but tried to ignore the heat on your cheeks, as you looked at the picture. He had the iPhone X, and he put it on portrait mode, so it looked like a professional had taken it. “Pretty, right?”

“Yeah.” You laughed. “Will you send it to me?” Calum nodded his head and a second later your phone vibrated against the marble table and Calum’s name was popping up on the screen. You unlocked it and saved the photo. You knew you were going to Instagram it, since it actually was a decent picture of you, but you were going to wait until a different day. You didn’t want to be on your phone while on a date.

Calum paid the bill, much to your dismay, and grabbed your hand to pull you up and out of the booth. You spotted a playground across the street from the diner and your eyes lit up at the swingset. “Can we go swing?” You asked, batting your eyelashes, and Calum found himself not being able to say no.

“You want to swing after eating that much?” Calum groaned. “I’ll throw up.”

“You’re weak!” You laughed and looked both ways before bolting across the street, Calum hot on your feet as he chased after you. Your laugh got louder as you jumped on the swing and Calum went behind you, pushing on your lower back, to make you swing higher. You hated to admit that you enjoyed the feeling of his hands on your body.

He jumped on the swing next to you and pushed his legs hard so he was swinging just as high as you. You noticed that you were swinging in sync, going back and forth at the same time, and you grinned thinking back to elementary school. “Look! We’re married.” In grade school, when you were swinging and going in sync you would say you’re married, and if you swinging the opposite directions, you were divorced. You weren’t sure if every elementary school did it, but yours sure did.

Calum also noticed the two of you swinging in sync and laughed. “Are we in elementary school again?”

“It feels like it.”

“Let’s see who can jump the furthest.”

“That doesn’t sound all that safe.”

“I’ll catch you if you fall.” Calum winked. You both pushed your legs once more before jumping off, you squealing loudly as you landed on your feet, but Calum was starting to fall over, and he grabbed your arm, pulling you down with him. You landed on top of him, legs on both side of his waist, and you laughed loudly. You didn’t think about the position you were in, not until Calum sat up, groaning in the process, and his face was dangerously close to yours.

His eyes trailed down to your face and stopped at your lips. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and Calum had the overwhelming urge to kiss the shit out of you. So he did. You gasped against his mouth in utter surprise at the feel of his lips on yours, but quickly reciprocated the kiss, your fingers tangling themselves in his curls, and his hands squeezing your hips.

You sat there, in your own world, as your lips worked against each other, until Calum reluctantly pulled away from you. He couldn’t stop the grin from taking over his face as he noticed your kiss swollen lips, and you matched his grin.

“Sorry.” Calum mumbled, but you could tell in his voice that he wasn’t sorry. Not at all. “I couldn’t help myself. The moment was too perfect and you look way too pretty not to kiss.”

“I’m not complaining.” You smiled bashfully.

Calum stared at you longingly, but he quickly snapped out of it when he remembered this was all for a bet. He wasn’t supposed to end up liking you, so he tried to force himself not to. Tried to remind himself that this wasn’t real. “It’s getting late. I should get you back home.”

You nodded in agreement and got off of Calum’s lap, holding your hand out for him to take and help himself up, and when he was all the way up, he didn’t let go of your hand until he opened the passenger side door for you. The drive was quiet, again, and you had to bite your lips to stop yourself from smiling too much. You didn’t want to look like a weirdo, just smiling at nothing, so you didn’t let Calum see it.

Calum walked you to your door, like the perfect gentleman he was, and pulled your body into his for a hug before releasing you. “I had a really nice time tonight, Calum.”

“So did I.” He hooked his fingers in the belt loops of your jeans and tugged you closer to him, your hands resting on his chest, and his on your hips as he looked down at you. “Does this mean I get to take you on a second date?”

Your smile was too big to hide or bite back this time, so you let it show, on full display for Calum to see. “Yeah. I think it does.”

You said your goodnights, Calum giving you a quick peck on the lips as a goodnight kiss, and you walked into your apartment with a smile taking over your face. Your not date that turned into a date, was one of the best dates you had ever been on, and you couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face as you got ready for bed. You never thought that out of all the guys you knew, that Calum would be the reason for you smiling yourself to sleep. But you weren’t complaining.

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