#my cars fixation was so fun and i was so happy and everybody’s so NICE

[95enthusiast]

fellas i miss spider-lightning should i draw more spider-lightning

[osakaso5]

Minami Natsume Twelve Hits! Rabbit TV Part 1: Twelve Hits!

Part 2 | Part 3

Haruka Isumi: "RADIO STATION Twelve Hits"?

Torao Mido: Ah... Isn't that the radio show IDOLiSH7 was on last year?

Minami Natsume: TRIGGER and Re:vale also participated in it.

Toma Inumaru: That's right! And we're gonna be on Twelve Hits! this year!

Torao Mido: Hmm.

Toma Inumaru: Why dont you look more interested!?

Torao Mido: It's not like we haven't done a bunch of radio shows before, right? If anything, you're a little too excited.

Toma Inumaru: Hold on... This is Twelve Hits! we're talking about! The famous radio show practically everyone in Japan’s heard of!

Toma Inumaru: It's been on air ever since we were kids, so you've got to have listened to it at least once, right?

Haruka Isumi: Nope. I like RabbiTube better, anyway.

Torao Mido: Haha, you're such a modern kid. Not that I've listened to it, either.

Toma Inumaru: You've gotta be kidding me!

Minami Natsume: I've listened to it. It's a monthly broadcast that has a new host each time.

Minami Natsume: I even appeared in it once when I was still a child actor.

Toma Inumaru: Seriously, Mina..!? That's awesome..!

Toma Inumaru: I've sent a couple messages to it, but they never got read on air. ...So you've already been on it, huh..!

Minami Natsume: Oh dear. If you open your eyes so wide, they'll fall out.

Minami Natsume: Though I must say, I like being gazed at so intensely that it might result in your loss of sight.

Haruka Isumi: Eek... Don't say scary stuff like that..!

Torao Mido: I see. In other words, this radio show is amazing enough that some people would even sacrifice their precious eyes for it.

Toma Inumaru: ...Ahem. In any case, we've got a really cool job ahead of us!

Toma Inumaru: The shows from last year were a lot of fun, too!

Torao Mido: You listened to them?

Minami Natsume: So, you listened to them.

Haruka Isumi: You did?

Toma Inumaru: S-should I not have..? Why are you all looking at me like that!?

Torao Mido: No reason.

Haruka Isumi: No reason?

Minami Natsume: No reason in particular.

Toma Inumaru: You three always work together perfectly at times like these...

Minami Natsume: I was simply commending you for having a genuine interest in even the hosts   who weren't your friend, Nanase-san, without so much as gathering intel on them.

Torao Mido: Hmph. Nothing we could've done about that. Toma wants to be friends with those guys. Probably because he's not satisfied with us.

Haruka Isumi: Torao, stop sulking like a little kid. He's not gonna understand that you want him to pay more attention to you unless you tell him.

Torao Mido: I'm not sulking. I was just pointing out that he goes on and on about people other than us.

Toma Inumaru: ...I just thought it looked fun, the way they were giving each other requests for the show... I kinda wanted to try it, too...

Toma Inumaru: Listening to them made me think about how fun it'd be to do that with you guys!

Torao Mido: Oh..?

Haruka Isumi: Hmm..?

Minami Natsume: So, you want us to complete requests for you.

Toma Inumaru: That's right! Some of them could get pretty crazy and extreme, but it just seemed like something members of the same group do together!

Haruka Isumi: Yeah... I guess Tenn Kujo seemed pretty happy when he got a request from his little brother.

Toma Inumaru: Yep. So you did listen to it, after all!

Haruka Isumi: Huh? Ah..!

Haruka Isumi: N-no I didn't! I just happened to hear it from a car radio on my way somehwere.

Toma Inumaru: If you already know what the show's like, then that makes things easier! Apparently we'll also get requests from the listeners.

Toma Inumaru: Make sure to come up with good ones!

Minami Natsume: Very well. You'll answer anything, won't you?

Torao Mido: Feels nice to be on the asking end of a relationship for once.

Haruka Isumi: Let's rebel like we always do, even on radio! 

- - - -

Toma Inumaru: Is everybody here? Our next radio host's Mina. Let's get working on those requests!

Minami Natsume: Thank you. I'm hoping none of your requests will bore me to death.

Toma Inumaru: Hey, quit putting so much pressure on us.

Torao Mido: What, are you that insecure about your request, Toma?

Toma Inumaru: Nah, I just get nervous when Mina's expectations are high...

Haruka Isumi: You're so lame, Toma. Can I go first, then?

Torao Mido: Haha. Our youngest is taking the lead again. Sure, go ahead.

Haruka Isumi: Hmph. It's your fault for being slow.

Haruka Isumi: ...Minami, reply to my RabbitChat message immediately.

Minami, Toma, & Torao: Message..?

Minami Natsume: Er... You haven't sent me any new messages...

Haruka Isumi: I don't mean right now, I mean during the show! That's my request!

Minami Natsume: Why during the show?

Haruka Isumi: You're too slow to reply! And sometimes you straight up leave me on read.

Haruka Isumi: I figured you'd care more if I ordered you to reply on live radio!

Minami Natsume: Oh dear. You could've just asked, you know.

Torao Mido: Don't you wanna take this chance to ask for something more special?

Haruka Isumi: I-I'm fine with this! My turn's over!

Toma Inumaru: Huh, you guys must message a lot. What do you usually talk about?

Minami Natsume: We do. He tells me about fun things that happened to him at school.

Minami Natsume: The other day, he sent me pictures of an adorable snake plushie. Apparently he, Izumi-san, and Yotsuba-san had stopped by an arcade after school...

Toma Inumaru: Oh, so they were playing the claw games. That sounds fun, Haru..!

Torao Mido: Hey, Haruka. How come you didn't send me anything?

Toma Inumaru: Are you seriously gonna get hung up on that..?

Haruka Isumi: I just thought it looked kinda like Minami... That's it!

Minami Natsume: Hee hee, thank you. I'm glad you're having fun with your friends.

Haruka Isumi: T-they're not my friends!

Haruka Isumi: Anyway, you need to start messaging me more!

Minami Natsume: Oh my. I appreciate your passion.

Haruka Isumi: ...Hmph.

Toma Inumaru: Okay! I'm next!

Toma Inumaru: Can you binge a bunch of food?

Minami Natsume: ...Binge?

Toma Inumaru: You emptied all those   bowls when we had that shoot at the ramen  place, remember? I wanna know how much  food a skinny guy like you can eat!

Minami Natsume: I'll eat when I need to, but I'm not sure if  I want to test my limits...

Haruka Isumi: ...Would it even be any fun to listen to him eat?

Toma Inumaru: ...Ah.

Torao Mido: Haha, he's got a point. You need to remember that this project's audio only.

Toma Inumaru: Well... You could still do a food report! You can describe a food just fine, can't you?

Minami Natsume: Sigh... Not another food-related project.  

Toma Inumaru: Huh!?

Minami Natsume: You must be very fixated on food for some reason.

Toma Inumaru: N-no, I'm not! I just thought it might be nice..! And there's no guarantee that you'll end up with my request, anyway!

Minami Natsume: Hmm...

Toma Inumaru: D-don't gimme that look... H-hey, Tora!

Torao Mido: ...I'm not gonna help you out of this mess.

Haruka Isumi: Loser...

Minami Natsume: ...Hee hee. You're clearly plotting something. Now I'm curious to see what your request will be like.

Toma Inumaru: L-let's move on! Go ahead, Tora!

Torao Mido: Sure. I'll wrap this up nicely.

Torao Mido: As for my request... You're gonna have to wait until the broadcast to hear it.

Minami, Haruka, & Toma: ...What?

Haruka Isumi: What's that supposed to mean?

Torao Mido: It means my request will be a secret unless he ends up getting it.

Torao Mido: We don't have any reason to care about predetermined outcomes.

Torao Mido: What you get and how you respond is all up to you, Minami.

Minami Natsume: ...Haha. That's so typical of you... Or all of us, rather.

Torao Mido: Isn't it exciting?

Minami Natsume: Yes, very.

Toma Inumaru: I hadn't thought of that. Just remember that you gotta have a request ready by the broadcast, okay Tora?

Torao Mido: Yeah, I'm just getting started. 

Haruka Isumi: Getting started with what? Is it really that complicated?

Torao Mido: Wait and see.

Minami Natsume: Each of your requests were so unique that I doubt I'll have any leeway to be bored.

Toma Inumaru: Well, duh! This is our radio show.

Torao Mido: I hope we won't have to be bored listening to you, either.

Haruka Isumi: Go wild.

Minami Natsume: Just who do you think I am, exactly?

Minami Natsume: My performance will be top-notch, as always. 

End of Part 1.

[suicidalcatz]

DOG DAYS ARE OVER : CHAP 10

Pairing : Jake Kiszka x reader

Genre : College AU

Previous parts : Prologue ; Chap 1 ; Chap 2 ; Chap 3 ; Chap 4 ; Chap 5 ; Chap 6 ; Chap 7 ; Chap 8 ; Chap 9

Masterlist : Here

AN : Oh my God I made it this far. So, I’m writing part 13 atm, it does seem extra long but the beginning of this chap is only the 26th page of my doc. It’s always a very stressful experience for me to share my fics, I think I’m really scared to disappoint you. I hope you won’t/don’t hate y/n and that she’s relatable for you, she has a lil temper. Last angst chapter before fluff, fluff and more fluff. Again, please feel free to let me know what you think of it, I love chatting with you and it can help me improve my writing ! Thanks for the love and support, and for embarking into this journey with me.

Chapter 10 : Why didn't you tell me ?

Staying wrapped in a blanket in the comfort of my bed sounded like the best week-end plan. I didn't want to do anything else, anyway. Crying was the first thing I did when coming home last night, and it lasted a good portion of the night. Mandy had follow me soon after I hurried out of the room, concern all over her features. At some point I cried myself to sleep in her arms while she silently stroke my back. It sounded overly dramatic and made me feel pathetic in addition to everything else, but I had got my hopes up so much that the fall hit hard. Terribly so. Understanding that I needed some alone time (as much as our shared room allowed it), Mandy let me be, keeping herself busy with work, some Netflix, or going out from times to times. I heard her put on her shoes and coming next to me, probably waiting by the door before leaving. I couldn't see her, however, because my body was facing the wall, keeping my eyes fixated on the old yellowed paint.

- Dude, you can't stay in bed all day long listening to Fleetwood Mac.

- Oh yeah ?, I croaked. Watch me.

Stubbornly keeping my back to her, I slightly moved the blankets to cover my head. I felt hollow, at best. I wanted to cry, but there was no tears left. My eyes felt dry, probably red and puffy, and my chest wouldn't stop aching like someone had just stabbed my heart. It felt awful. I felt miserable.

Mandy quietly stayed a while longer behind me, before she spoke softly.

- I know it hurts sweetie.

This simple, compassionate sentence had my eyes instantly watering, and before I realized it, a sob found its way at the back of my throat, making me shake under the covers.

- It hurts so much, so fucking much.

My sobs became more erratic, to the point that I don't even know if she could hear me correctly, but in an instant she was by my side, taking me into her arms, shushing me gently, putting me to sleep.

My nights were sleepless, my naps were restless, my dreams were all filled with nightmares. I couldn't help seeing Jake's face over and over in it. Sometimes people would make fun of me for believing he could've wanted me. Other times, my mind would just show me his face, or replay unwanted memories. Some part of me knew it wasn't the end of the world and there was no reason for me to get this worked up over a heartbreak because it could've been way worse. He could've intentionally led me on. He could've cheated on me. He could've taken advantage of me for sex. What happened was nothing in comparision, it was just a disastrous twist of fate. Plain bad luck. But somehow the fact that no one was to blame in this situation felt even more cruel. Like some invisible force had decided to not let me be happy. And listening to Fleetwood Mac wouldn't help improve my mood, but at the moment I didn't wanted to feel better. There was something strangely comforting in feeling miserable. I wanted to let it all go, all the tears, all the pain, no matter how long it would take.

When I heard the door open again, I hadn't moved an inch from when Mandy had previously left. Even with my earphones on, I could hear some murmurs in the kitchen. She knocked on the doorframe to notify her presence before speaking up.

- Sweetie, someone's here to see you.

There was an uncomfortable edge to her voice that actually made me curious, before some more footsteps approached my way, keeping a safe distance. They were being too fucking cautious not to offend me or whatever, like I was some damn porcelain doll, and while it annoyed me, it really made me realize how alarming the state I was in must've look from an outside point of view.

- Hey, I think I owe you some explanation.

I recognized this raspy and low voice, very slightly different from Jake's. It made my heart skip a beat because of how much they sounded alike, and I turned to face him just to be sure. Josh looked as apologetic as ever, and I knew why. I didn't feel bad for him at all. Thank God he had remorse.

- I have nothing to say to you.

- I knew you had a crush on him, said Josh anyway. It was obvious... the painting, the time you spent together, even the way your face lit up just seeing him. I tried to prevent this ending, I swear, and I'm so, so sorry-

- I know what you did.

Sitting up, scrubbing the dried tears out of my reddened cheeks and nose with the back of my hand, I gave him a cold stare. In the corner of my eye I could see a tense Mandy not knowing what to do with herself, and if she was questionning ; yes, it was a terrible idea bringing Josh here.

It all came to me just before I fled from the party, but I got too engrossed in my heartbreak to really think it through. But now, with his guilty looking face just few meters away from me, it all clicked into place. His odd behaviour whenever Jake and I spent time together, his seemingly jealous fits, the way he interrupted us whenever we were getting closer. It wasn't jealousy at all. It wasn't him being left out, or whatever bullshit he had told me.

- You knew all along, I said as tears blurred my sight, you knew he had a girlfriend. You didn't tell me. This could've been avoided if you had told me.

My throat had never felt this constricted. Now, adding to the weight of sadness, humiliation, emptiness, and wretch, was betrayal. Which made my shame sentiment grow bigger and my anger begin to rise. Slowly, Josh nodded his head. Of course he knew, it was his twin.

-I didn't know, I, I wanted to protect you-

- I need you out. I don't want to see you.

- Doll let me-

- Get out.

I didn't have the energy to shout at him, and his fucked up logic. Duality splitted my mind in two, tiredness of this whole situation and anger. The latter won over, making me throw whatever came to  my hand when Josh closed the door behind him. He knew all along and he didn't tell me anything. He knew I had fallen for his brother, he saw it, and he didn't tell me. I couldn't believe it, that hit me hard, and made almost as much damage as Jake being in a relationship. They both broke my heart that day.

The night finally came after what felt like the longest day ever. I didn't move. I didn't shower. I didn't eat. One thing I wanted to do was going back home, to my parents' place and listen to their stories, letting them forcefeed me, or put a blanket on me as I would fall asleep on the couch during movie night. However, I didn't have money to afford buying a train ticket, and it was too far away for them to come pick me up. They were getting old, I couldn't bother them if it wasn't an emergency. So I lied awake in my bed for another night, and I'll do the same the next day.

I was doing a good job of lying half dead in bed all Sunday before Mandy interrupted my mourning with her sudden life goal of making me snap out of it. It started with her pulling out the covers, and confiscating my phone.

- No more depressing music for you, I've had it. We get it, you're sad. We all have been there, you included. Guess what ? Staying in bed all day won't make you feel better, so you're gonna move it and take a nice and long shower because we're going out.

Seeing her this determined, fists on her hips, actually surprised me.

- I'm not, I muttered into the pillow.

- Oh yeah we are. There are plenty of boys in the world, you're stronger than that. So you better get your pretty ass in the shower before I kick the hell out of it.

To be honest, she had a fair point, and I obliged reluctantly, finding myself getting dressed up faster than I expected. By foot, we were a good hour away from the downtown, and with that infernal weather there was no way we were gonna walk, so she ordered a Uber for us and pushed my sorry self inside. The center of the city was crossed by the river, where the best bars were, and about half of our school's students hung out in this area, so it was always crowded, even in December. Teenagers and young adults were drinking cheap beer, smoking weed and/or selling drugs. It was the perfect place to meet new people. We could already see people chatting noisily by the docks, some dudes peeing on the river, others playing the djembe or singing together in circles, passing the joint. The street was usually so crowded that when a police car went by to see if everything was in order, it rolled with difficulty, honking everybody standing in the middle of the road. Mandy's strategy was simple : getting my mind off of Jake. She wouldn't even say his name, and had me take a shot every time I did (which I didn't anyway). Despite all her efforts, I couldn't say I was into it. The night went by with me staying in the back as she befriended everyone, fake-smiling now and then when they tried to chat with me. Focusing on what they said has proved nearly impossible, so I excused myself, pretexting I had to go to the bathroom. I needed some alone time. I didn't even feel like drinking anything, even a soda. It was too crowded, too noisy, smelled like booze and beer too much, it was... everything was overwhelming for someone who had just lied motionless in silence for two whole days.

The bartenders didn't say a word about me coming into their bar in the sole purpose of using their toilets. I don't even think they saw me at all with all the yelling people lined up against the counter to get their drinks. The crowd was compact, and my frame nearly got smashed between strangers' bodies when I tried to come through it, tripping over when I got out of this sea of limbs, and finally bumping heads with some drunk dude.

- Sorry, we said in unison, lifting a hand to our head.

The sound of my name made me gaze up, reporting my attention on something else than the floor. Josh. Of course. Could my luck be any worse ? At this point I must say that I wasn't even surprised. He looked far too drunk, and smelled a disgusting mix of whisky and beer. Trying to wave him off before passing him didn't succeed, because he grabbed my wrist, saying we should talk, pulling me outside on the busy street where I just came from.

- Josh I don't want to hear-

As a response, his index finger pressed sloppily against my lips, shushing me, making me frown.

- I didn't get to say everything I needed, did I ?

At this point I wasn't even annoyed, just tired and sorry for the both of us. He looked almost as miserable as me, and was he alone ? My eyes shot glances from side to side, waiting for his friends to pick him up, or worse, his brothers. But nobody seemed to care about us, let alone witness us.

- Whatever, let's talk.

Sending a to text Mandy beforehand in case she thought I was once again locked in the bathroom, I let Josh walk me to the bridge at the end of the street, far from the crowd. The wind kept brushing our faces at full speed, making my ears ache and my fingers sting. It was so cold outside I couldn't understand why everybody kept coming at the docks, this was the worst place ever in Winter. Josh sat on a step leading to the top of the bridge, only wearing a light suede jacket, not bothered in the slightest by this awful weather. The boy kept looking at his feet, his mouth a pout, his gaze unfocused, looking deep in thought.

- Josh if you're not going to say anyth-

- I didn't know what to do about it, he interrupted like he didn't hear me at all. I panicked ? You have to believe me, doll, I'm so sorry about it. What should have I done ? You're my friend and he's my brother, what a shitty situation. It wasn't my place to tell you, it was his. He should've known, it was so fucking obvious to everyone except him, what an idiot...

Josh began rambling, shaking his head in disbelief. I felt my cheeks color at the new knowledge that everybody knew about my crush on Jake except himself. My shame level was about to burst, it was so embarrassing.

- He doesn't know ?

Needing to confirm this, I barely whispered but the boy heard me, staring intently into my eyes before shaking his head no, and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

- He's an idiot, commented Josh. Can't even see his relationship has been going to the dogs since months now. And I'm deeply sorry his incompetent ass put you in this situation. Now I obviously can't beat him up for you but I do can steal his socks to piss him off.

What ? Josh kept rambling on and slurring, to the point I didn't know if he was talking to me or to himself. So Jake's relationship wasn't all great... It happened to everybody, I guess. It didn't rejoice me in any way, however. If anything, I felt empathy for him. Maybe it's not that he was oblivious, but that he wanted for this to work so much he willingly chose to ignore that his relationship was falling apart. According to Josh's mumbling, their love was dying. Knowing Jake better now I could picture him genuinely trying his best to make things work, even though there wasn't anything he could do about it, and it made me sad. Because who knew this feeling of helplessness better than me ? It made me see things from a new perspective. Why was I even fighting with Josh ? Again ? It was futile and childish. I felt betrayed out of anger and sadness. It didn't mean he handled the situation perfectly, oh no. But staying mad at him wouldn't change anything. Jake wasn't going to quit his girlfriend anytime soon and I didn't wish him that. I couldn't live a lie either. Now at least I knew he was in a relationship, and I could finally move on. And while doing it, I could help a friend.

- It's alright Josh, I interrupted his monologue. Come here, let's go.

Josh took the hand offered to him and with some difficulty, I helped him up, letting him wrap himself around me, hugging me tightly, making me giggle.

- Where are we going ?, he whined in my shoulder while I called a cab.

- Home.

[theconceptoftheriverflowing]

El Espejo [The Mirror].

There’s faint music playing in the background. We know about nostalgia/ Enough to keep in its place. You try to decipher what it is. Is it Destruction Unit?, you wonder. Or perhaps some Rabelais?  But how can you hear both Destruction Unit and Rebelais, one thing is not like the other. Hmm, Black Marble would be so nice right now though, or perhaps some Drab Majesty. Simultaneous thoughts keep popping into your head as you struggle to remain sober, well no not sober, you’re way past that now but at least pull yourself together so the next second you’re not climbing walls, but who are you kidding? You’re fucking shitfaced, inside the bathroom at the Hammer’s residence no less. “Don’t make a fucking scene, Y/N. And please, easy on the liquor, remember what happened last time.” Timo had said to you before heading out. Last time you got drunk it was at his grandma’s house. She had made dinner and had invited the both of you. That old lady could fucking drink! First it was the whisky, then some bourbon, follow by some gin. At the end you were so out of it, Timo had to carried you all the way home, fucking heated, cursing all the way. “ What the fuck is wrong with you?! If you can’t handle your liquor why the fuck you kept drinking in the first place? Now look at you.” You had apologize profusely and he had told you to remain silent. Today, was different. It was his night, and he didn’t want any fuck ups. And you wanted to make him happy, so what could possibly go wrong?

Armie and Elizabeth had decided to throw an Oscar’s after party, at their home, regardless of who would’ve won or lose. It was a small crowd really, apart from the Hammers, Luca was here, as well as James, Nicole, Pauline, André, Marc, Timothée and myself. So it was a very intimate gathering, and honestly so full of love. We were all celebrating the movie, how wonderful it was for them to have found each other and being able to produce something so beautiful as CMBYN.  The win for Ivory, and all the other nominations for all of them. Tim’s win at the Spirit Awards, the shirtless face timing with Armie, his speech and that goddamn shirt. Things you’ve heard a million times before, but still were able to strike a chord in you, in a beautiful way. And you got along splendidly with the Chalamets. Nicole and Marc were extremely sweet and polite, telling you stories on how Tim, one time as a toddler, started running naked down the streets of Le Chambon-sur-Lignon back in France and how Pauline had follow suit and it ended up being a mess. Ultimately a beautiful memory of their summers spent there.  At some point of the night, Pauline had pull you aside and had told you, almost in a whisper: “We love you so much and you make my brother so happy. I couldn’t ask for a better sister in-law.” Then she pulled you into a hug, knocking the air out of you a bit, but you had welcomed it and it was genuine.

Right now though, you were hiding.  You had seen the look on his face when you laughed out loud, perhaps too loud, about a joke his dad had said, regarding that one time he had been an obnoxious little shit when he didn’t get that A+ he expected when making that infamous “Statistics” video. You knew he died of embarrassment each time it was mentioned, so for him to see you laughing about it, and therefore AT him, it was a problem. Everybody had laughed , him included, but he was looking at you now, madden. Eyes scolding you, in judgement. “Because is you.”, he had said once. “ Don’t you dare judge me, I won’t allow it.”. The words  resonating like an echo in your head, so you had excused yourself, and had left to go the bathroom, or anywhere for that matter. Away from him. You were wasted, in a good mood, really,  slightly lightheaded and definitely not looking for a fight, but you knew better. He would always come a knocking. Always.

Of all the rooms in the house, you chose the one on the second floor,  located on the far left, down the hall. It was, to say the least, one of the most interesting rooms in the house.  Once you enter you see that it’s a bathroom and when you look at it you’ve realized where you ended up. This bathroom had a name: Le Mirage, they have called it. Only they would name a fucking bathroom. Elizabeth had said that Armie pretty much made it to his own liking. A huge window overlooking the backyard, and holy fucking shit a bunch of mirrors. EVERYWHERE. On the walls, on the ceiling, even inside the shower. You’ve never actually seen it, and honestly, in your drunken stupor you hadn’t realize where you were heading. You just happen to stumble into it. “What can I say, I like to look.”, Armie had said once at dinner, winking at Elizabeth. She had laughed…now you get it. Seeing yourself in ten different mirrors at the same time, from different angles, made you feel in the middle of a fucking Fun House. Suddenly, you stop and really look at yourself. You’re wearing a short black dress. Strappy, not flashy but tight. It accentuates every curve of your body nicely. Paired with black stockings and your black Doc Martens’. Tim knows you’re not a big fan of heels, and he’s ok with that. You turn around, and look at your back, which is exposed right now thanks to the dress, you look at your legs,  your shoulders, your arms, really looking at yourself and you’re just…happy. Really happy to be here, and having this moment with yourself, being in this room, in this place. Intoxication taking a hold of you, making you shameless and content. The music plays in the background and is something you recognize immediately; Bad Love by White Lies. You smile. Did Timo put this? So you start to sway and dance to the music while looking at yourself in the mirror. Bet it was Armie. You’re so into the moment you don’t even realize the sound of footsteps down the hall, growing closer each passing minute.

You start singing:

I was waiting in the back-seat of the car When I knew I’d given up Down one of the back-streets by the park So sick of the taste of blood

…

If I’m guilty of anything It’s loving you too much Honey, sometimes love Means getting a little rough This is not bad love

You don’t hear when the door clicks open nor when it closes or the person who enters through it. With eyes closed you keep singing and swaying to the music. The room is dark, illuminated only by a dim blueish light that changes color every three seconds, located somewhere in the room, you don’t even know where, don’t care either. Your dancing figure looks like a shadowed spectrum around the room; a vision, really.

The song continues:

And I won’t ask your God for mercy My spirit is low, my soul is dirty

If I’m guilty of anything It’s loving you too much Honey, sometimes love Means getting a little rough This is not bad love This is not bad love

When you open your eyes, you notice a figure standing behind you and as you open your mouth to scream, unable to make out who or what it is a hand goes flying towards your mouth covering it completely, blocking any sound coming out of it and another one on your waist,  pushing you against them and towards the sink, holding you steady and in place. “Shhh, quiet, is me.”  Timmy. Your eyes open in surprise, then a calmness washes over you, follow by a slight panic wondering how long he’s been standing there watching you. His hand uncovers your mouth, but he doesn’t move from you, if anything he pushes himself forward, more into you, putting both his hands on either side of you, like a trap. You look at each other in mirror. He seems…amused. Is he? Is he angry? The truth is, the second you left he had excused himself 5 minutes later and had followed you. Luca had stop him for a brief second along the way, making a joke about that time in Crema he fell off his bike and Armie had recorded the entire thing. They laughed and he had said to Luca. “ I’m so sorry Luca, but I really need to go the bathroom. Would you excuse me, for a minute?’-“Si! Si! I’ll see you in a few.” So when he went back to look for you, you were nowhere to be found. And this was a big fucking house, where the fuck could you’ve gone? Bad Love had came up, a request for you he had made at the very beginning of the party, a surprise. He did saw you going upstairs, so up he went. Suddenly a faint singing is heard from one of the rooms. A smirk. Found you.

He was not expecting you to be in this room, he was not expecting you to be singing and dancing and looking the way you were the moment he laid eyes on you. You were swaying, slowly, very slowly, to the rhythm of the music. He had managed to take a spot on the wall behind you, unnoticed. Watching your every move. You were emphasizing each word being said, by a sudden movement of your hands, or your hips, your hair. At one point you had put your hands on your breasts, trailing them down slowly over your stomach, almost between your legs. “Fuck”, he had mumbled under his breath. His eyes fixated on you.  In the middle of your dancing your skirt had rode up a bit, giving him a view. You hadn’t even noticed. He was hard as a rock, and he wanted you. He wanted you now.

Now he was behind you, pushing your ass impossibly closer to him. He was so hard, oh god. Both hands on either side of you. Each movement, making your skirt ride up just a tiny bit more. Your breathing changes and a small moan threatens to escape your lips, but you hold back. He puts his mouth next to your ear and says , “You know, watching you earlier, dancing like that, made me wonder of who were you thinking about the whole time. Because I know what I was thinking about.” He tells you in the mirror. You start blushing. He manages to make you blush, why why? Goddamn him.  And he notices, even in this poorly lit room. “Are we blushing?” You shake your head: No.  “No?” His eyes are dark pools right about now. There’s a slight change in his voice,  thicker, lower. You know what’s gonna happen next. You crave it. Like a drug.

You’re so wet, too. And his dick grinding against your ass behind you is not helping one bit. Suddenly he pulls the bottom of your dress up, finally exposing your ass through the stockings.  He starts caressing it as if its the most delicate thing in this world, only to be followed by a loud and hard slap on your right cheek. Even with the fabric from the stockings in between, it stings like hell. You let out a loud gasp and your hands grab his in an attempt to stop him or to not stop him? You don’t even know what you’re doing. He pushes them away, pulling down your stockings in one swift move, ripping them in the process.  You cry in frustration. “ Timothée! They were expensive!”

“J'en ai rien à cirer" [I don’t give a fuck], he says. He slaps your ass again. “Fuck!” you cry out. You look at him, his eyes focused on what he’s doing and your reactions in the mirror. Smirking and biting his lips while doing so. What a bastard. Each time you get hit, your breasts threaten to slip out your dress, so he pulls down your dress, entirely, leaving it to rest rest comically in a corner of the room. Now your breasts are exposed and he immediately takes one in his mouth. Sucking and licking hard, while slapping your ass at the same time. You’re so fucking wet and you’re overwhelmed, but you can’t move, and it hurts and Oh God.

Everytime you complain about the pain, it makes him harder.  He gives the same attention to your other breast.  You arch your back, granting him more access to them.  He lifts up, finding your mouth and kisses you. Hungry, desperately. His tongue inside you, possessive. He slaps your ass again, and again, and again. And you moan in pain, (a smack) and you moan in pleasure, (again) in frustration, (again) and you’re teary eyed. Bruises are starting to form. You try again to move his hands away, but he pulls both your arms behind your back with anger,  keeping them there in some sort of lock, preventing you from moving. He positions himself behind you, grabbing you by the waist and pressing you against him hard. It fucking hurts, your ass bruised from the previous assault. He stops the punishment for moment, his hand warm and red from the smacking,  finding your core. You couldn’t be more wet, you’re dripping, is almost embarrassing. “Putain.” [Fuck] he says. He starts rubbing your clit, immediately setting a pace. His hot breath on your ear, his hair a tangled mess, his sweat and yours combined. “Do you have any idea how much I want to fuck you right now?” he tells you, voice heavy with arousal. You’re about ready to cum, but he stops and turns you around roughly. Leaving you out of breath. “No, you don’t get to cum. Not yet.” He takes a step a back, orders you to move forwards, and when you do, he looks at you with such pride. Smiling the entire time. No doubt proud about the marks he has left on your body.  “Mine. All Mine.” He says to himself, more than anything. You feel very exposed, and for some reason bring your hands up to your breasts to cover them. He realizes what you’re doing and pushes them away. Then steps right in front of you, bringing his face close to yours. He sticks his tongue out and licks your lips, and then grabs you by the neck. “ Let’s see what you’re good for. Get on your fucking knees.” He literally shoves you on to the floor. You grab hold of the sink to keep you from falling. He stands right in front of you, tall as ever. Quite intimidating, really. You feel so small next to him, but you live for this.

He then starts to rub his crotch all over your face, demanding your eyes on him. Grabbing your face with both hands, forcing you too look up. When you do, you see the reflection in the mirror above , of him having you cornered, on your knees and him rubbing himself all over you. You get even wetter. “ You want it?” he asks you. Signaling with his eyes the growing bulge in his pants. No doubt in pain, for all this time without the proper friction it deserves. You nod, frantically. “Use your words.” he says, as he starts to unbuckle his pants. The sound of his belt triggers something in you, something primal and you really can’t wait any longer. “ Yes, yes, I want it, please let me have it.” He grins. “Such a good girl. Open your mouth. Tongue out.” He finally takes off his pants, freeing his throbbing cock in the process and you can’t help but moan and the mere sight. The first time you laid eyes on it, you were more that surprised. You knew it would be big, but the thickness had surprised you. It was big and thick and it hurt a lot at times, but fuck, it felt amazing. He starts teasing you, slipping the head of his cock in your mouth a bit, not giving you a chance to close your mouth on it, and then taking it out. You bring your hands up but he pushes them away. “No. Keep your fucking hands where they are. I just want your mouth right now and you will give it to me.” You nod. Without warning, he pushes his entire length inside your mouth, making you gag.

He lets out a loud moan. He thrusts into you again, and this time you’re a bit more ready. He grabs your face with both hands, one palm on either side of you and then he’s face fucking you. Spit dripping everywhere, eyes tearing up, makeup and hair a mess. The sounds of you sucking and gagging on his dick are loud and messy. “Merde! Don’t fucking move.That’s it, That’s it. Oh fuck.” he moans, his breath coming in gasps. He looks at you and himself in the mirror. Fucking beautiful.  He says. His movements are so rough that with each thrust into your mouth your knees are scraping the floor, only increasing your arousal, dying to have him inside you. Suddenly, he stops, pulls himself from your mouth, grabs you by your neck, pulling you up and turning you around. Your eyes meet in the mirror. His chest going up and down, out of breath, you’re exactly the same way. He then tells you, in the softest tone, “ Open your legs, let me see you.” So, you do. He positions himself behind you, stroking himself a few times, bringing his face to yours. Kissing you. Your hand moves backwards, grabbing his hair, in a tight grip. You feel the tip of his cock, rubbing your clit, playing with your entrance.  You close your eyes, the sensation being too much to handle at the moment. Just when you feel the pressure of him entering you, he pulls out. You grunt in frustration. Pushing yourself against him, looking for that desperate friction, but he’s taking his sweet time with you. He even grabs his dick and starts slapping it obscenely against your clit, creating wet sounds while biting your neck, hard. You moan and you beg. “ Oh my god, please please.”- “Please what, Y/N, tell me. Please what?” You look at him in the mirror and tell him in a plead,  “Please fuck me.” And then he’s in you. 

As soon as he enters you, you both moan simultaneously, almost synchronized. There had been times where he would had started slowly at first, giving you time to adjust to his size, but not tonight, not now. Soon he’s pounding into you, and you can’t help but scream like a blithering idiot with each thrust. Filling you up completely. One of his hands is on your neck, chocking you, cutting the air a bit, the other one around your waist, in a kind of embrace, keeping you in place while cupping one of your breasts. He’s pumping into you so hard and fast that you breasts are bouncing up and down, almost painfully. The sound of his hips meeting you halfway, flesh to flesh, every time he enters you is like music to your ears. Not to mention how much it hurts, all over, but you rather die than not have him at all. He’s so fucking hard, and you’re so fucking wet. Suddenly he takes the hand around your neck and puts it in your forehead, forcing you to look up, in the mirror above. “Look at yourself. Fucking look.” You watch as he pounds into you restlessly, setting up an impossible pace, entering you over and over again. Everywhere you look, there you are, getting fucked. You pussy grips him like a vice, and you know you’re close. His hand goes down your stomach, and right on to your clit, rubbing it frantically. Oh God. Omg. You get tighter. “Don’t you fucking dare.” He slows down, almost pulling out, putting his head down, watching himself move in and out of you. So slow. Is torture. “If you want something, you know what to do.” And then he’s fucking you hard again. Flesh on flesh, wet sounds, you’re moaning pretty loud, shamelessly, and so is he. “Fuck, I’m close” he says. 

There’s music playing in the background, faint noises of people laughing,  talking, many things happening  at once, but the only thing that matters is this moment right here. “Please let me cum, please let me cum, please can I cu—.” but before you finish your sentence, you’re coming undone. You cum hard, his hands all over you, on your breasts, ass, pussy, touching you, kissing you, licking and sucking, leaving marks. Wave after wave, you even lose your balance, but he’s keeping you in place. Not slowing down his pace, he announces that he’s cummin as well. Without warning he pulls out of you, pushes you down to your knees and puts his cock in your mouth. This time he lets you use your hands, and you lick, suck, and stroke desperately for him to get the release he deserves. “You want my cum?” he asks. “Yes.” He pulls his dick out of your mouth, stroking himself, harder and faster with each second. He’s close. “Such a good girl.”

Your hair is a tangled fucking mess. Your breasts are swollen, with marks everywhere, as well as your neck. Your ass is covered in purple bruises. Lips puffy and red, just as down below. Your mascara a mess everywhere. “You’re so beautiful like this.” He says fascinated. “Now. Open.” You open your mouth, followed by his cock. You take it in your mouth and you feel it pulsating, he’s close.  You look up as he closes his eyes and throws his head back, breathing in gasps. You deep throat his entire length, and almost immediately, he cums. His eyes closed, mouth partly open, body trembling, after load and load of cum shoots into the back of your throat. You swallow every single drop. Drinking him, all of him. Your hands travel up to his stomach, touching, caressing…appreciating. After he finishes, he looks at you. His cock still in your mouth, still half hard. You keep sucking it, gently, eyes locked on his the entire time. His mouth suddenly in a straight line. “Get the fuck up.” He tells you. You get up. Here we fucking go. All fun and games, over. He bends down to pick up your dress and throws it at you. “Get fucking dressed. Also, no more drinking, I think you’ve had more than enough and I don’t want to deal with your drunk ass later. I actually want to have a good time. D’accord?” You stand there naked, with the dress in your hands, the lamp throwing different shades of color around the room, almost comical. You looking like a small feeble creature, the way he always manages to make you feel, useless and insignificant. Suddenly you feel embarrassed. “Y-yes.” You manage to let out. “Good. Also, your fucking neck looks like shit right now, please cover it with whatever makeup you can find, my parents are here for christ sake!” So he leaves you bruises all over your body and now is YOUR FAULT?! You don’t even have the energy, so you ignore him. “Yes, Timmy.” He dresses up quickly, turning on the faucet, splashing some water in his face, and combing his hair a bit before heading out. No trace on him of having been fucking you for the past hour. You on the other hand…

When he leaves, you text Elizabeth:

Umm, 

I need help.

.

[themanicgalaxy]

SPN 2X2 Everybody Loves a Clown

Ok the new previously on with rock music? and it’s different every time? that fucking SLAPS

AND IT’S PUT TOGETHER SO WELL IT’S LIKE AN FMV 

also I’m technically an hour late, but till I go by the rule that If i don’t go to sleep it’s not tomorrow so Happy Birthday Dean!!

oh no please not a fucking clown episode I’m begging you

aaaaand the kid sees clowns that aren’t there that’s...great

OH NO WHY IS IT FOLLOWING HER HOME

Really does set in the “don’t go anywhere, hunker down and nothing will kill you”

more poignant for corona than I ever thought

oh fUCK It’S IN HER BACKYARD

NO DON’T GO TOWARDS IT

WHY ARE YOU LETTING IT IN THE HOUSE

oh is this a hunter’s funeral for john? the burning of the body and all that?

I appreciate the attention to detail in having them still keep the scars from episode one of this season

“did he say anything” “no” I am begging you both to communicate for christ’s sake

one week later

ah is this the mechanic montage? to get the impala back in shape

Sam: Dean you had an out of body experience, are you ok?

Dean: *aggressively works on his car*

the idea of hyper fixating on the only thing you can fix(car) vs the things you can’t(demon, can’t kill it, etc) yeah ok that fits

the ROADHOUSE?? ROADHOUSEEEEE???

god please oh please don’t kill the female characters I’ve heard they’re cool

Dean: tries to say something vaguely patronizing about rifle technique

Jo: PUNCHES HIM IN THE FACE

oh i love her already

ELLEN!! damn she’s fun

how does....Ellen know Dean and John were close

What the hell happened when Sam left I need to know

Dean is really just gonna be...standoffish...to literally any woman in authority

This guy(mullet guy? Ash?) just knows...so much shit?

I love the roadhouse oh my god home base makes me happy

and Ash  just knows really fancy shit, calculates to the hour how long it was gonna take?? YE E MORE WORLD TIME

Dean please stop hitting on jo it feels weird for some reason

ah so it feels weird for him too ok

hahahaha she just lays out his entire schtick and calls it stupid

and Sam’s scared of clowns AHAHAHA

so we have Dean scared of flying and Sam with clowns, that’s perfect

“what dad would have wanted us to do” -Sam Ah so sam does end up being more sympathetic

“don’t be afraid of clowns” clowns are objectively terrifying sir what are you talking about

oh that FUCKING SHOT WHEN THE CLOWN SMILES AND THE MUSIC GOT ME OH MY GOD

Dean’s reaction to when Sam said something vaguely dirty/more like him is priceless 

And Dean gets himself in trouble with two circus performers, one blind and one short? idk

Sam just likes watching his brother suffer

freakshow to asylum is a...weird take to have

Sam saying he doesn’t want to go to school feels....just

ah and Dean checks up on that statement

What the hell is the “Dad would have wanted”

and Dean “I don’t have a problem with that?” god please communicate a little better

Sam gets scared by a skeleton

“we’re writing a book about ghosts” there has to be a better option here Dean

i mean maybe, that’s not terrible it’s just kinda a weird excuse

maybe he got the sense that it wouldn’t go to well

The kid just...takes the clown in

and is...hypnotized

god that’s creepy

hey...you guys...if you wanna know why Ellen and John had a thing or not....you can ask

Dean: I’ll repress my feelings and maybe they’ll go away

Sam: no that’s not how this works

nice lighting in the scene they finally decide to yell it out

Dean’s got a point, picking until dead or dying to make it right is too little too late

ah...like John...underlying issues? perhaps?

at least they’re....talking and smiling....with each other.

ah the blind guy, he was weirdly clairvoyant about things

plus the fact that he’s the most likely to have brass knives either as a enemies close or a “force my foes to talk to me” thing is pretty nifty too

HELLA cool lighting shot of Dean in the fun house that makes me happy

OH brass organ pipes THAT’S A NICE TOUCH I LIKE THAT

THE TRICK WITH THE SMOKE TO SEE THE SPECTER? THAT’S ALSO COOL

lmao no one has mentioned Jess in...so long I just realized

Jo and Dean are sweet, the “wrong place wrong time,” Dean not going so hard, fuck it they’re fun whatever they are right now

ASH IS BACK! 

he’s an MIT guy that’s so fun

and He’s protective of his keyboard and laptop :) 

and “Ash give us a call”

Ellen: Hey if you need a place to stay

ISDAFHSPFI SUPPORT STRUCTURE! FINALLY!! YAYAYAYAY

that early seasons Sam haircut makes him look so young fdfahsofish

“I’m not ok, It’s too little too late” DFAIPSHFS SAM

“I’m not ok and neither are you” hurts me why must you hurt me

AH HERE’S THE SCENE WHERE DEAN JUST TRIES TO KILL THE CARS

and in true Dean Winchester fashion, he’s angry, refuses to let himself cry, and stares vaguely till the emotions go away

boy oh BOY wrap up time:

1. Ok Ellen, Jo, Ash and the Roadhouse, giving bits to the hunter world, adding incredibly compelling characters, holy fuck I AM HERE FOR IT. Like obviously I knew the Roadhouse was a Thing, but I didn’t expect how much I’d love it in concept as well as practice. I love Ellen and Jo, and that they’re gonna come back, I love Ash, just SO GOOD all around

2. the clown lore? The mystery was much better done this time around, there were cool lore elements(and misdirection) AND there were interesting ways to solve the problems(the brass pipes, the smoke, etc). The mystery aspect of this show is really coming into it I’m so excited.

3. Ok so obviously Sam and Dean are grieving in the not grieving ways they’re prone, but I think I can now kinda put something together. Just because we understand John’s motives, that doesn’t excuse his actions. And his actions are that he was a bad father, and it’s a bit too little too late. Especially taking into account the later seasons and how much it seems to have fucked up Dean specifically. I think we understand where he comes from, but he’s not supposed to be the Hero, nor is he, at all. One good action does not redeem a man. Which is funny, because this would generally make him a hero-type in a lot of similar media(notably pirates of the Caribbean, which is what I’m quoting) I feel like everything before and after that moment undo it. Let’s stick with grey for now, that seems safe.

4. I’m very excited to see where these characters go. Although it’s also funny to me that I forgot Jess existed because damn did they not mention her at all

aight till next week and the end of the semester

[lukeysgirl]

Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.9

                                                 Part N I N E 

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: hi hi!!! gabs is back with another part. im so, so happy that everybody is enjoying this series. i made this part a bit more intimate, so i hope that makes everybody’s day (lol). tysm for all the support n love. 100 notes is the goal, but ik yall know this ! x

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]

                                                      I M A G I N E 

Arrival to Ireland, 13:02 P.M.

“We’re actually going to a party today,” Calum told you as the two of you started unbuckling your belts. People were already rising from their seats to scoop up their carry-ons and exit the plane. “We’re to head out in a few hours, but we’re leaving from the hotel.”

“Yeah?” You asked, pondering about the party. “Is it one of those big celebrity parties?”

“Yep.” Calum said as he began taking down your carry-on and carrying it for you. He grabbed your book bag and held it up for you so you can put it on with much more ease. “There’s gonna be a few good friends of ours.” 

“I wonder who they might be...” You thought seriously. You walked behind Calum as he was leading the way out of the plane. But as he did, you noticed him putting his hand out behind him. “Are you asking for something, Cal?”

“Your hand, dummy,” Calum mumbled, glancing at you to see his cheek lightly tinted pink from embarrassment. Your heart skipped, having you slowly place your hand in his as he walked you down the jetway and into the airport. He squeezed it lightly while rubbing a few of his fingertips in the palm of your hand. “Your hand is so soft, love.” 

M-my hand? ‘Love?’ You thought, feeling Calum’s hard skin against yours. His callouses felt endless as you rubbed part of his palm. It was rough, but it was him and it was real. Your thumb couldn’t stop rubbing the harsh skin, your nail getting merely stuck in the wrinkles of his hand. 

“Y/N!” You were suddenly released from your fixation of Calum’s hand and turned to see Luke rush over. “Hey how was your fli-- woah.” His ocean eyes quickly darted down to the clasped hands, his pupils dilating in some form of shock. “What’s this?” Luke asked, gesturing the entire thing with his index finger. 

Before you can open your mouth, Ashton appeared to your left. 

“It would seem Calum grew some balls and finally explained things to her,” Ashton teased, having Calum look back to glare at Ashton. 

“Um, shut up?” Calum growled, facing forward once more as he held your hand tighter. You blushed, looking down at your hands as guards quickly began surrounding you guys. Michael came from behind and held his hands on your shoulders as you guys walked. 

“Aw, Calum is so happy now!” Michael teased. He then fell silent and you noticed a sly smile paint across his lips. Suddenly, you felt a nose trace down your neck slowly, having you shudder from the touch. Calum must’ve felt the vibrations as he turned around and glared at Michael. 

“The fuck you doing back there?” Calum growled, letting you go and lunging himself at Michael. You were flushed, unsure as to how you felt. You held your neck as you, Luke, and Ashton, watched Calum and Michael. Calum was practically choking Michael as Michael was cracking up. 

Dublin, At the hotel, 13:30 P.M.

“Man, plane trips are always so draining,” Luke commented as he dropped down on the bed. Michael nodded before toppling himself over Luke. “Michael, what the fuck!?”

“I’m just as drained,” Michael groaned.

“Then be drained on the other bed!” Luke complained as he pushed Michael off him and to the ground. You couldn’t help but giggle as you sat on the floor in a pretzel. Calum joined you, sitting right beside you while Ashton sat on the counter of the kitchen. 

“So,” Michael began as he suddenly propped up from the floor. His forest eyes was darted to you while giving you a devious smirk. “How did Calum finally sweep you off your feet? Other than, you know, him stopping from being such a dickface.” 

“Shut up!” Calum hissed. You giggled, patting Calum’s knee to calm him. 

“Well, he told me he fell in love right when he--” 

“Wait, Y/N.” Michael halted you, having you watch as Michael then shifted his attention towards Calum. “I want to hear it from Calum.” 

“Oh do you now?” Calum muttered in annoyance. Michael nodded happily before sitting on the floor right in front of Calum. 

“I want all the deets!” Michael gushed in a girl-like voice. You couldn’t help but laugh at Michael, seeing as he was twisting his hair and pretending to chew on bubblegum. It was also Calum’s face of pure disgust that had you weak. 

“W-well, I just told her everything I’ve felt for her since the day we met,” Calum said, looking distantly away from the rest of you. He was rubbing the back of his neck, sheepishly slouching. “And how much I’ve missed her and the feelings she gives me by her mere eyes, appearance, voice...” 

“I got that recorded in a tweet,” Ashton said, his face serious as he tapped on his phone. “What emojis should I put in it?” 

“Put the double pink hearts and the smoochy emoji,” Luke teased, chuckling as Calum jolted onto his feet and went for Ashton. Ashton quickly spun around and hopped off the counter as Calum jumped on it, in hopes of catching him. 

“You bastard, don’t post that!” Calum said angrily as he hopped off and chased Ashton upstairs. You were once more in the penthouse of a hotel, but this time there were only 4 rooms instead of 5. Although the shortage of space seemed worrisome, the boys agreed that two of them would share a room. Which duo, though, is beyond your knowledge. 

“So he finally confessed, eh?” Michael said as he crawled over to your side and nudged you. You blushed, nodding sheepishly as you stared down at the hand you held Calum’s hand with. “He’s so slow.” 

“And we even told him that you liked him,” Luke added from the bed. “How dense can that guy be?” 

“Apparently very,” Michael said as the two shared a laugh. “So anyway, you must feel way better now that he doesn’t see you as annoying.” 

“Mm, it’s much more relaxing,” you said with a nod. “I’m very happy now that I can actually have fun with all the boys again!” 

“Yeah, for sure!” Luke agreed as he reached over to ruffle your hair. Suddenly, Ashton ran in and crashed on the floor. He sent and hid behind you as Calum came into the room. He was panting and flushing, with his almond eyes dark from stress. 

“Ash, cut it out!” Calum growled as he walked closer to you. Ashton looked up at him, a bored expressed on his face as he gently rested his chin on your shoulder. “Do not tweet that!” 

“I already posted it when I was sat on the counter,” Ashton said with a yawn. “It’s been posted for like, 5 minutes now.” Calum looked horrified as he quickly fished out his phone, tapped on it a few times and then proceeded to fall to his knees. 

“I hate you so much,” Calum mumbled, dropped his head down as he let his phone slide from his hand in defeat. 

“It’s okay, Cal!” You quickly rushed to Calum as you sat up a bit and rested his head on your shoulder. Rubbing his back, you were surprised to feel him wrap his arms around you. 

“You smell so nice,” Calum mumbled against your neck as he gently left a kiss on it. You shivered a bit, your heart hammering your chest from the impact of his lips. “I can get addicted to it without worries since it’s you.” 

“God, you guys are so gross!” Luke let out, tossing around the bed to avoid looking at the two of you. “Get a room or something, yeah?” Calum scoffed before he let go of you and got back on his feet. He offered his hands out to you, giving you a reassuring smile before you took them and felt him lift you up. 

“Alright then,” Calum said quietly, holding your hand with his before guiding you to the door. 

“Where the fuck you two going?” Michael asked as Calum suddenly halted. You accidentally bumped his back from the sudden stop, having Calum chuckle before turning around to hug you. 

“We’re going shopping,” Calum said simply. “Since Y/N is coming to the party, I figured that we should get her something nice with a name that nobody can pronounce.” 

“Better not fuck her in a changing room or some shit,” Ashton began to scold. “She may be your girlfriend now, but that doesn’t stop her from being my cousin. I’ll beat you like an older brother would if you persuaded her to do some stupid shit like that.” You blushed at his audacious words as Calum rested his chin on your head. 

“Stop thinking the worst of me, Ash,” Calum said with a sigh before releasing you from his hug. He grabbed your hand once more and led you out of the suite. Before the door was slammed shut, Michael called out for a pair of Gucci glasses. 

“Are you getting something as well?” You asked Calum as you two were being driven in the 5SOS Jeep. It was the first time that all the boys weren’t in it. It was just you and the boy you’ve fallen for since you’ve met him. 

“Yes, actually,” Calum nodded as he took your hand in his. The two of you were sat in the middle seats of the car, only separated by a bit of space. “I want to look nice at the party, considering I haven’t seen these people in so long.” 

“Mm, I understand,” you say with a soft smile. Calum looked at you, a serious look on his face as he did. You couldn’t help but blush in confusion. “Wh-what’re you starin’ at?”

“You.” Your heart skipped a bit as Calum squeezed your hand. “Come here,” he whispered, having you quickly act. Unbuckling yourself, you stand up and go over to Calum. Immediately, Calum grabbed your waist and propped your down on his legs so that you could face him from your side. 

“S-satisfied now?” You stammered, your nerves building up as Calum nodded. 

“Very,” Calum mumbled as he wrapped his arms around your waist. The car then ran over a bump as you jumped in the air and landed on Calum’s legs again. You quickly wrapped your arms around Calum’s neck in fear of falling forward. “Don’t worry, baby. I have you,” Calum reassured as he pressed his face against your neck. 

“This is a suede, black, button-up shirt that comes in other colors,” a worker of this pretentious clothing store had begun as he offered Calum the folded shirt. You were sitting in a room reserved for the both of you as you watched Calum’s clothing choices. “But we know how fond you are of the shades of black and white.” 

“You know me well,” Calum said with a small smile as he unfolded the first and saw himself in the mirror while having the shirt over him. 

“We also have several stacks of black skinny jeans for you as well.” You giggled, having Calum glance over to you to give you a wide smile. You blushed at the sudden stare, looking away briefly before staring again. “I shall leave you to try on the clothing. Dressing rooms are to your left.” With that, the worker left the two of you as he went through the door and closed it.

Alone. 

“Y/N, d’you mind doing me a favor?” Calum asked as he didn’t leave his eyes from the mirror. You responded with a mere ‘mhm’ before he continued. “Can you pull the curtains closed behind you, please, love?” Your heart stopped the moment he called you ‘love’ as you started standing up. When you did, you saw a crowd of fans from outside the window, screaming with phones out. 

How did I not notice them? You thought as you noticed guards both outside and inside the shop by the doorway to ensure nobody was let in. You grabbed the silky, black curtains and yanked it over the windows, dimming the room slightly. Sitting back down, you blush a bit while looking down at your hands. 

“They probably took a ton of pictures of us just now...” you said with a whisper. “Is that bad?” Calum looked over and gave you a reassuring smile. Walking over to you, he bent down, grabbed your chin and planted a soft kiss on your lips. 

“It’s fine,” Calum said, still smiling as he tossed the new shirt to you. You caught it and felt it’s smooth texture. “I’m pretty sure they know about us now because of Ash, so it’s whatever. But I will announce it at the party. Is that okay with you?” 

“Mhm, definitely,” you say, feeling elated that you’re actually Calum’s girlfriend. It didn’t matter if you guys had to keep it hush, but the fact that he wants to flaunt about it just makes you smile even more. 

“I’m glad they’re not looking at us anymore, though,” Calum said with a low voice. Your eyes widened a bit as Calum grabbed the hem of his shirt and began to peel it off of his body. You watched in temptation, having Calum toss his shirt to the side and let out a sigh. 

Your eyes were introduced to his bare, side profile. Calum was very thin, but his toned body allowed you to see his small abs defined with ease. His pecks popped out fairly well as you began falling in love with the ink dented in his skin by the collarbones. They shined by the lights of the room, further defining the dark-caramel skin by color contrast. And, of course, you were happily given the sight of his biceps and muscles, also licked with tattoos of their own. 

Calum was just, all in all, a very attractive man. 

“Take a photo, it’ll last longer,” Calum teased. You rolled your eyes while still holding his new shirt.

“But this moment will stay in my mind forever,” you whispered, smiling up at the Maori boy. His lips dropped a bit, with them slightly parted to see the darkness in his mouth. His brown eyes stared at you with this incredible intensity and infatuation. He began walking towards you, biting down on his bottom lip harshly as under the teeth, the flesh became more red. 

“C’mere and let me kiss you.” With your heart stopping, your body immediately acts as you stand up and walk over to the shirtless man. Immediately, he grabs your waist and pulls your body against his. He smashed his lips against yours, having you close your eyes once you saw his fluttered shut. 

This moment meant everything to you. Calum’s warm lips kept sucking on your bottom one as he swallowed up your quiet moans. You felt his warm tongue rub along your bottom lip from time to time until he finally had enough. His tongue parted your lips and entered your mouth, having you pleasantly surprised once your tongue met up with his. 

“Mfh, Y/N...” he moaned against your lips, feeling the vibrations dance all over your mouth. Your hands were becoming sweaty against Calum’s built pecks as the momentum was only picking up from here. His big hands began rubbing down to your bum, struggling immensely to slip through your jeans. But he managed, pulling down your pants slightly in the process. 

“Mm-!” You reacted in surprise as he gave your ass an abrupt squeeze. He loved that reaction and sought out for more. With the grip on your ass, he pressed your crotch more against his. He was hard, having him moan loudly in your mouth when he did the impact. He quickly stopped the kiss, saliva streaming down both your lips. 

“I can’t believe I finally get to do this to you,” Calum whispered as he looked at you. You were panting heavily, with your chest heaving quickly and your cheeks completely rosy. You couldn’t even deny your hormones nor hide your shyness as you were already displaying both. But, you didn’t care so long as it was Calum. 

“I-I can’t believe it’s happening to me, either, so...” you whispered, your eyes locked with his as he still held you. 

“Let’s go over here, love.” Calum quickly retrieved his hands from your ass before guiding you over to the mirror. “I want to show you who I love so much and how she puts me like this.” 

“O-okay...” You agreed, blushing as you stood in front of the mirror. Calum went behind you, placing his head gently on your shoulder as the two of you looked at you. It made you wonder what exactly Calum liked in you regarding looks as you didn’t think you were the most gorgeous thing. 

“Keep your eyes on you in that mirror, okay?” Calum spoke in your ear, feeling the heat of his breath against your earlobe. “Can you do that for me, darling?” 

“I can do anything so long as you’re here,” you responded, getting a lip bite from Calum. 

“Fuck, I adore you.” Quickly, he latched his lips against your neck while snaking his hands under your shirt. He rubbed your bare belly, feeling his callouses up and down your smooth skin. You moaned from how harshly he sucked on your skin, feeling the tip of his tongue at a constant as he sucked. He then grabbed the hem of your shirt and brought it up above your chest. “Can you hold this up for me, Y/N? Just above your boobs.” 

“Mhm.” Obeying, you bent your arms to hold your shirt up to reveal your torso. Calum snaked his hands up right on top of your white, lacy bra. He began to rub what he believed to be your nipples through the threaded garment. You brought your head back in euphoria, feeling heat rise up in your flower as he barely made contact with your skin. 

“Damn, I love those sounds,” Calum growled against your neck. Suddenly, he slipped his hands through your the bottom of your bra. Rough skin was met with your petite buds, having the rush start to make them perk. Calum began groping your breasts, having you sigh in pleasure as he massaged them. 

“F-fuck, Cal-um...” You let out, feeling your mouth go dry. He took both of your nipples between his thumbs, middle, and index fingers as he pulled on them graciously. He twisted the small buds between his fingers, sending all sorts of pleasant nerves all over your breasts and body. It was impossible to keep your eyes on what he was doing because your head kept going back in pure delight. 

“I want to see these beautiful things.” Calum slipped his hands off of your breasts and walked over to be in front of you. He indulged at the sight of you, your face flush and completely horny for him. He then diverted his eyes to your breasts as he lifted the bra cups to your upper chest. Your breasts fell freely, bouncing a few times before hanging motionless. Your nipples were perked and hard, having you blush as Calum became entranced by them. 

He wasted no time. Bending down, he took your left breast politely and took the nipple in his mouth. You bit down on your bottom lip to keep from moaning loudly, but it was evident that you struggles. You kept repeating your lovers name as he swiped his tongue along your pink bud. With one hand holding onto your thigh, he used the free one to play with your right breast. Before he could give much attention to the right breast, a knock was heard against the door of the room. 

“Mr. Hood?” A worker called out. The two of you stayed put, turning your head over to stare at the door. Calum simply looked over with his eyes as his hot mouth was still on your mound. “If I may, we have put out a few outfits for Mrs. Hood to try on as well for your social gathering.”

“Thank you very much!” Calum called out, a bit of saliva connected his lips and your breast. “Please give me a moment.” Calum gave your right breast a quick peck before you pulled down your bra and adjusted your breasts into them. Letting your shirt go, you watch as Calum stands up straight again and pulls your body against his. 

“I... um, wow...” You stammered, your voice barely audible. You met with Calum’s eyes as he cupped your flushed cheeks with his hand. 

“It’s a good thing you covered the windows, baby,” Calum said, giving you a kiss on the forehead. The butterflies only got worse in your tummy as you weakly wrapped your arms around his torso. 

“Y-yeah, good thing,” you say shyly, blushing more as Calum pulls you in for a kiss. You felt Calum’s love with everything he’s done to you. With the kisses, the hand holding, the body admiration-- he was everything you wanted for him to be. 

“Go get your clothing and come back so we can try clothes together,” Calum whispered, giving you one more kiss on your nose before letting you go. As you turned around and prepared to walk away from Calum, he spanks you on your left butt cheek. 

“Calum!” You exclaim, holding your butt while leaving the room with Calum’s entertained laughter. 

smut is wanted? smut shall be implemented! as always, please tell me whatcha think right over here. this series makes me so happy to write, i love the support of it and the encouragement on my writing. makes me really happy, guys, seriously :) x