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heartbreakgrill · 5 years ago

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Omg can I have a part 2 to the Walmart thing about how their relationship develops from there? Pls I need it :(

a/n: there will be a part 3 because I wanna write about you performing on stage and also paris!! Send more requests for anything else, too! 💘

The weeks on tour seemed to pass much more quickly now that you were falling in love. With each day, a new butterfly would land on your stomach, flapping its painted wings with a giddy smile arising to your lips.

Having been friends with Calum prior to being “his girl,” you knew that he was affectionate in his relationships. You’d always admired how kind he was to any girl he ever dated: He’d hold open the door for them, be it to his car or the restaurant, showed them with gifts no matter the occassion, respectfully ask to kiss them no matter how long they’d been together, hold their waist or hand in public and to his chest in private.

However, none of his relationships had ever lasted past three months, and no one knew why. You knew it wasn’t him, no, how could the kindest boy with the softest smile and sweetest words be the cause for girls to cheat, yell, scream, and curse his name? He was never at fault.

It was always them.

Because what you also always noticed in his relationships was that they were one-sided. The girls wanted fame, eyelashes and lip injections to add to the collection. There was nothing wrong with prosthetics or makeup, but they used him to the point that he had stopped being so affectionate over the years.

They’d shrug off his hand in public, get argumentative when he’d ask for, “the third time today!” to kiss them, get chided for opening the door because she, “was perfectly capable of doing it myself, thank you very much.”

You had made it your mission to hold Calum’s heart in your hands as if you were holding the world by the strings of your fingers. Calum was an airplane, and you were the goddess in the sky, dangling him across oceans sheets and towers of gifts.

It was a month into your endeavors when you really got good at being affectionate with him. No one had failed to notice your relationship boom, but you weren’t trying to hide it. So, there was a tranquil balance for everyone.

It was the morning of their last day of European press before everyone got a week off in Paris. Then, you’d be flying back to the US to finish the tour, only to end up in Los Angeles. That would three months from now.

You were curled into Calum’s blankets, having moved from your bunk to his because it was unfairly larger. Your heating blanket was plugged into his wall, his roll of fabric abandoned in his drawer beneath you. You had been discussing with him for weeks that he should figure out how to make it into a proper blanket, but he said he didn’t feel like it because he was, “only good for playing the bass.”

Your boy, and his brothers, were inside an office building with press all day. The show would be shortly after. Crystal was outside with Moose, letting him run off much needed steam. Sierra was in the living room, watching a movie. You had plans for dinner, but that was still an hour and a half away.

You drug yourself out of bed, only slightly bored because you finished the books you had bought again. You pulled fresh clothes out of your suitcase, showered, changed, and plopped down beside Sierra on the couch.

“You smell really good,” she commented, turning down the television so you could hear one another.

“It’s a mixture of my perfume and Calum’s cologne because this is his hoodie,” you giggled lightly while your fingers pulled at the strings on his jacket.

Sierra tilted her head with a sweet smile, “You guys are so cute. I’m so glad you finally got together.”

You wriggled your shoulders happily, “Yeah...”

You sat back with her, chatting about Luke’s want to get his nails done and how attractive you thought Calum was when his nails were black all those years ago.

After a while, the movie ended and you agreed to get up to go to lunch. You grabbed your purse from Calum’s drawer when you noticed his roll of fabric. You had a good idea spring into a head and whipped around, the lightbulb above your head vanishing as you jogged out into the living room of the bus.

After telling your idea to Sierra, the two of you exited the bus and met the driver assigned for the boy’s in the near-end of the parking lot. You ate lunch at a local café before locating a fabric store down the street. You walked there, parusing the store fronts, but resisting the urge to buy too much.

You entered the fabric store and immediately approached the counter. Sierra started by the back corner, browsing through buttons and string. You were somewhere in Nothern Italy, and luckily, had went over a few phrases in the language in case you needed to use them. Because it was a small store, pretty much untouched by foreigners, you expected the cashier to not know English.

“Ciao! parlo inglese e ho bisogno di aiuto per creare una coperta da un rotolo di tessuto,” your eyes were flicked back in your head as if the words were written there, but you were able to recite them from memory.

“A blanket, tu dici?” The elder leader responded, grinning through her smile lines.

“Sì!”

After a few minutes of communicating through broke English and Italian, she was able to guide you to the proper sewing needle, string, and pattern for the blanket. She taught you an easy method to make the blanket.

After thanking her with a hug and a plenty of extra money tips, you and Sierra loaded up in the car and travelled back to the tour bus. For the rest of the day, you tucked yourself into the back room of the bus, random movies and show queued up on Netflix, a few snacks indulged in your system. You even missed the boys’ press day to finish the blanket, having Sierra tell them that you just felt a little sick.

Realistically, you were completing his blanket. Some of the seams were off, there were countless bloody pricks in your fingers, and you were sweating with frustration. But it was done by the time you heard the door of the tour bus open. You quickly shot up, shoved it in your own drawer, and closed yourself in the bathroom. With shaky hands from excitement and nerves, you bandaged two fingers on your left hand and three on your right. You washed the uncovered skin and dried your hands.

You heard a few voices move past the door, even heard Calum poking around in his and your bunk for, well, you. “Where is she?” Calum mumbled to Sierra, worry evident in his exhausted voice.

You popped out of the door, which led straight into the living room, and shuffled down the hallway. Sierra pointed behind his back with a soft smile before moving to the back room where everyone else probably was.

Calum spun on his heel, a grin growing on his face. “Hi, baby.”

You opened your arms for him, and he fell into your embrace, head shoveled into your neck and hands around your waist. You brushed the curls on his head, unbothered by the sweat laced through his hair. He hummed into your embrace, alight with adoration.

“Pardon me,” Ashton slyly passed by the two of you, breaking up your hug.

You pushed Ash away playfully, pulling a chuckle from his and Calum’s chests. “How was press?” You asked him, grabbing the tips of his fingers and leading him to the living room.

You sat beside him, legs tucked under you, knees practically in his lap. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, staring down at you with tired but smiley eyes. “Pretty decent. I felt all sad without you there, though.”

“Well, I guess Italy’s just not interested in me,” You pouted slightly.

“It’s okay, because I am,” he played with your fingers before he noticed the bandaids. “What happened? You okay?”

You noticed his eyes turn worried, pupils dilating wider. You shrugged, “Oh, fine. I’m fine. I was doing come arts and crafts. Oh! Actually. I made you something.”

His eyebrows shot up in surprise, “Wait, really? What?”

You got up from the couch to retrieve the blanket. It was wrapped up in the Walmart bag, so you dropped it in his lap and sat back down. Calum glanced around you suspiciously, “I know you’re talented at, like, a bunch of stuff. But, if you have that many bandages, I’m slightly concerned by what’s in here.”

You smacked his shoulder, “Just open it.”

He did so, but he was not at all disappointed. The widest grin took over his face when he pulled out the blanket. He set it beside him and wrapped you up in a huge so that you were nearly straddling his lap. He pressed a firm kiss to your cheek, gushing over and over how amazing it was.

“Oh, no big deal,” you laughed, leaning back to kiss him properly. “Just thought you could actually make use of it.”

“It’s awesome. Thank you so much,” he unraveled the blanket and draped it over both of you. “It’s so warm, too.”

“You’re also sweating, so that could just be it,” you laughed.

Calum scoffed and pushed you down into the couch. “Shut up!” He exclaimed, tickling your sides.

“Never,” you pushed back with your own fingers attacking his neck.

When you calmed down from your war, you decided to go to bed, with an early flight to Paris in the morning. It was just the beginning, but Calum already knew you were better than anything he could’ve ever imagined. He couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with you, let alone the next week in the most romantic city on Earth.

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irwinkitten · 5 years ago

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got lucky | c.h

requested by anon: ok so for the bi!reader concept: last year i ended my relationship w this girl the main reason was because she was really insecure and jealous especially about me being bisexual like anytime i would talk to a guy she would just get so upset about it and she would make such gross biphobic comments and at the time i had so much internalised biphobia that i tried to convince myself i was gay n stayed in the relationship longer than i should have because i rly liked her i guess lol anyways (1/4) we ended and a while afterwards i started seeing this guy who i’d known of for ages (friends of friends type situation) but we just never really talked before or hung out but from the first date we clicked and the sex was crazy good like the type of sex were ur ditching ur vibrators cuz he’s that good lmao so one weekend we went to this party together and of course she is also there, i was so surprised and i could see her eyeing us the whole night, so when she came over i was anxious af (2/4) and this guy knew i was bi! it was no secret, i worked really hard to accept myself! so she comes over and she deadass goes “are you straight now? i knew you would end up with a man!” and she’s all smug but also hurt and im standing there like what the fuck and THEN this dumb man goes “ha guess the sex is so good i made her straight again” and i’m literally about to cry over how gross the whole interaction is and im so shocked i can’t even defend myself, i dumped him that night obviously (3/) last messgae: so basically can you pls do a redo of the gross situation where instead of being with that dumb guy its with calum and he is so protective n sweet n NORMAL n encourages u to stand up for urself about bisexuality / your sexuality, because what happened to me happens too often and its disgusting and gross and no one deserves that!! only if u feel comfortable/inspired tho, no pressure!! love u laura, thank u for creating such a safe space for all the queer babies it means a lot 💘 notes: i kinda enjoyed writing this one esp for my sweet anon baby. i love u and i hope this is everything you wanted ♥ warnings: biphobia, implications of emotional abuse

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“Hey what’cha doing sweets?” Calum’s voice pulled you from your musings, your hand idly tracing patterns against the paper but the pen remaining on the desk. You wrenched your thoughts from the spiral you seemed to have fallen down, a smile crossing your lips as you felt your heart flutter at the sight of him.

“Nothin’. Just thinking.” You finally replied as he pulled up one of the spare chairs next to you, the bustling activity of the coffee shop falling into your background noise as his thigh pressed against yours.

“Really? Normally you doodle when you’re just thinking.” He countered with ease and your eyes dropped to the paper, noticing that the pen remained where you’d placed it when you first sat down. Subconsciously you must’ve realised that the route your thoughts had gone were not suitable to put down on paper, your fingers picking up the pen and mind falling blank immediately.

“Oh.” You breathed before placing the pen back down and packing away the pad and pen.

“What’s running through your head, doll?” Calum’s voice was quiet and concerned, you shrugged.

“Just, a lot on my mind is all. You’re not my keeper just because we’ve slept together.” You admitted quietly and he frowned before picking up his bag and for a sinking second you thought he was going to walk off, but instead, he took your bag from your hands and slung it over his shoulder.

He looked back at you expectantly and you sighed before standing up, leaving the coffee shop with him, your eyes on the floor as you fell into step next to him.

“Your place or mine?”

“E’s gonna be home and I don’t want to hear them rant about me bringing people back.” You muttered and Calum nodded.

“I think Ash is out. He’ll probably head out to Luke’s if I show up with you.” At his smirk, you rolled your eyes fondly before shoving him towards the bus stop. His indignant “hey!” was only ignored as you two waited for the bus, his arm slung over your shoulders.

Selfishly, you leaned into his touch, trying to ignore the fact that your stomach was doing flips at his touch alone.

The bus journey was a quiet ten minutes, but Calum seemed to understand that you weren’t willing to talk with so many people around, so he was content to just keep you close, and you were unwilling to pull away until his stop came up.

When you reached his shared house with Ashton, you noted that the car was gone from the driveway and Calum smirked.

“Looks like he’s out. C’mon.” His hand tucked around yours and pulled you inside. And for a second you wondered if you could distract him with sex, but then the guilt appeared and you could feel the tears of frustration appear as your thoughts swirled and you felt dizzy.

Calum had stepped ahead, turning to see you stood leaning against the closed door, head in your hands and he knew something was wrong. Stepping back to you, he dropped your bags and took your hand in his, pulling you upstairs to his room and your stomach twisted uncomfortably.

“Cal I-”

“I’m not suggesting that.” He muttered. You fell silent at that and as he pulled you into his room, you felt unsure, but he gave you no chance to really deny him as he crawled into bed before opening his arms out to you.

“Cal.”

“I know you. You don’t do emotional stuff well but I’m here for a cuddle and an ear if you need it.” You fell into the embrace easily, your head resting on his chest as his arms wrapped around your shoulders, his lips finding your temple as you finally felt something in you snap, the surge of emotions overwhelming and frighteningly vivid.

“I keep telling myself that I never was a lesbian, that I still found men attractive but Poppy made me feel like having that attraction was stupid since I was dating her and that I was a lesbian and it’s so fucking confusing because I like you, but I can hear her voice screeching that I’m not right, that I’m a lesbian or faking it or a freak.” And for the first time since you left Poppy, you cried.

Calum had been waiting for this. When the split had happened, you’d been ready for it, you’d already left her mentally, but this was what he knew you needed. He knew that the relationship with her had been toxic, but you’d never revealed the extent of her behaviour.

His heart broke.

“Just because you like both men and women does not mean you should feel so guilty over your sexuality. There’s a B in LGBT for a reason, doll. That’s you. You’re bisexual and you should be proud of that, not ashamed because some bitch with a control issue couldn’t handle the fact that you liked more than women.”

You found yourself gripping his shirt with your fists as you pressed your face into his chest, trying to stem the tears that seemed relentless. But Calum held his silence whilst you got it out of your system, knowing that you needed to get this off your chest.

“I’m sorry.” You finally got out, but he simply shushed you.

“She was a shitty person with an attitude to show. You shouldn’t apologise for the bitch.” His words were simple but it gave you a breath of ease, pulling away as hands rubbed your shoulders gently.

He was definitely too good to you, but he was there for you regardless and you were certain that you loved him for that.

“There’s gonna be a party on the other side of town in a couple of weeks. Ash took over the old Firefly down on Hartley. He’s revamping before opening the bar to the public. You fancy going?” And you smiled at the gentle distraction he was offering.

“We get at least a free drink if we show up, right?” And Calum laughed as he kissed your temple.

“He wouldn’t say no to me. Or you. In fact, I’m almost certain he’s expecting me to do full introductions on that night since Luke and Mike will be there with the others and their girls.” You rolled your eyes.

“It’s not like I went to school with Luke or anything.” Came your sarcastic retort and Calum laughed as the two of you settled for the evening.

“Pretty sure Luke last saw you when you started dating Poppy. He’s put two and two together but he won’t say anything unless you mention it. Even then he knows it’s not his place.” Your heart seemed to swell another size in affection for Luke.

“You’re making it difficult for me to not fall in love with you Cal. Good dick, you know how to use those lips and fingers of yours, you make me feel like I belong and you respect boundaries without me having to ask.” You finally muttered and Calum gave you an almost wistful smile.

“You may have been with Poppy but that didn’t stop me from being friends with you. You’re someone I’ve genuinely cared about from day one. Not gonna chuck that away because of who you are. Plus growing up with my mom and sister almost made certain I’d be in touch with my feminine side.” He teased but the sincerity and understanding in his tone eased your shoulders.

Your features softened at the admittance and you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Then I definitely got lucky to have you in my life at least, falling in love or not.”

—

When the day of the party rolled around, you felt sick with nerves and you couldn’t understand why.

When Calum rolled up to pick you up—he was driving to Luke’s who lived closest to the bar and you’d both get a ride back to yours before he picked up his car the following morning—he could see the nerves and the grimace on his face spoke volumes.

“What?” You all but demanded when you were debating outfits. He’d been sitting on the bed watching, but got up and held his hands out to you.

You took them hesitantly. His thumbs almost immediately started to soothe across the back of your hands to help relax you.

“Word has gotten around that Poppy is planning to show up. We haven’t exactly been quiet about our relationship, but I didn’t think she’d pull something like this.” And your stomach churned uncomfortably.

“We’re still going. Ashton promised free drinks and we’ll be in the VIP area right?” You checked and Calum nodded.

“Ashton has already told the bouncers that she’s not allowed near the VIP section. They’re checking and rechecking the lists to make sure she isn’t on one of them.” He explained and you let out a breath of air.

“Okay. It’ll be fine. It’s being handled and I’ve got you. Now which outfit do you think I should wear?” He studied your face for a second before a smile broke across his lips.

“The dark purple with the deep plunge. Is it wrong of me to flaunt in her face what she lost?” And you laughed as you kissed him.

“I mean, yes. But I also know that you want to show me off properly now that we’ve got things really settled.” You murmured and he grinned back unabashedly.

It was still an uphill battle, but he’d given you a lot to think about. And after gentle convincing, you’d found an LGBT friendly therapist who helped you process your thoughts. It helped you come to terms with accepting the toxic relationship that you’d been in but also it highlighted how beneficial Calum had been as a friend and confidant.

It also gave you the courage to ask Calum out officially, wanting to be with him entirely and not just in the evenings.

He took that in his stride and things shifted once more between the two of you. When you opened up to him about some of your sessions, you knew that your trust had been well placed because he never indicated anything to his friends and so you were never subjected to pitying stares or glares.

You were almost sure that you’d fall in love with him faster than you fell for Poppy.

The drive to Luke’s was filled with your nerves. You hadn’t seen Luke in years and you were also meeting his two other friends, Ashton and Michael as well as their partners.

“Ashton’s excited to finally meet you and stop telling me to be careful when I go to yours.”

Despite Calum living with Ashton, your schedules never seemed to match and more often than not, Calum could be found at your place, a small sanctuary from your hectic lives.

Ashton never begrudged that time you shared together, but Calum had mentioned a few times about how snappy he was being on the subject.

“He’ll chill when he realises I’m not out to break your heart or steal something.” You muttered with a chuckle. Calum snorted in return as he pulled into Luke’s driveway.

Your nerves return full force as he pulls you to the front door and steps in like he lives there.

“Hey fuckers, anyone about?” He called through and was met with calls of confirmation, another yell following that they were in the dining room. Your fingers squeezed Calum’s tightly and he didn’t hesitate to return it, his thumb soothing across the skin on the back of your hand.

“Look who it is!” A voice crowed loudly as he stepped into the dining room, followed by loud calls of greetings.

There was a flurry of introductions and you felt like the spotlight was being shone on you, under scrutiny from his best friends gazes once they had greeted their friend and Calum had introduced you. Or re-introduced you in Luke’s case.

“Well c’mon, the last time I saw you we were leaving school. What’s been happening to you?” Luke finally asked, indicating to the seat next to him. A small smile graced your lips as you sat down, Calum falling into the seat next to you as you shrugged.

“Life I guess? It’s been definitely more interesting with the different jobs and moving about. Building up a social life again.” Luke’s face filled with a frown at that.

Michael came in next.

“Building up a social life? Did you not have one?” His words held an innocent curiosity, yet you felt yourself hesitate.

“My ex was controlling to the point that I couldn’t do anything without their permission. They managed to make me believe that no one really wanted me around and I lost touch with old friends, like Luke.” You glanced to the side and he was frowning.

The others held varying degrees of stunned shock or disapproval.

“Well then he was a cunt.” Michael muttered and your eyes refused to meet theirs at the assumptions. Luke stayed quiet but his hand rested on your knee, squeezing it. You shot him a gentle smile in return.

“Well it’ll be good to have you back in our lives. Especially with these two knuckleheads.” He nodded at Ashton and Michael who immediately protested and you laughed.

It felt like you’d known them for years as you all had a few shots. Ashton, despite being the owner of the bar, wasn’t worried about turning up with his friends. He’d already explained to his staff that he’d be around for the rest of the night once he arrived and he’d told the small groups he’d be here and there.

After a handful of shots, the group of you made your way to the bar, your arm linked with Calum’s. There were separate conversations happening between you all, their girlfriends including you on their pamper night whilst the boys discussed a possible games night for all of you.

When you arrived at the club, you saw the queue of people waiting to get in and the subsequent groans from the line as the bouncer let you in, no questions asked.

Ashton guided the group of you to the VIP section and the music was still loud but you could still hear each other talking. You were chatting away with Luke’s girlfriend, arm still linked with Calum’s as Ashton disappeared to get drinks.

Calum pulled your attention away briefly, his lips by your ear.

“I’ve spotted her. She’s not seen us yet so don’t worry.” You barely nodded, acknowledging his words as you listened in, fighting to keep your nerves down.

The night continued and you were all a few drinks deep. Calum’s arm had barely left your waist all night as you talked and danced and drank. You’d been welcomed into his group of friends with an ease you never realised existed.

You’d deliberately not tried to seek out Poppy, silently praying that the universe would comply. But as the group of you stood out in the smokers area, huddled together under a heating lamp, your stomach sank as she stepped out, her eyes narrowing on you.

“Fuckin’ knew it!” You could feel the alarm in your face as you stepped back into Calum, his arm going around you protectively.

“Poppy, you’re drunk.” You felt curious gazes from your new friends, but you didn’t spare them a glance.

“You break up with me and go running to his arms, I knew you weren’t a fuckin lesbian. Pretending to try it out? Just another straight girl seeking attention. Fucking freak.” She snapped and your stomach sank.

“Get it through your thick head that she’s bisexual.” Calum snapped in your defence, earning a glare from Poppy. But Calum didn’t shrink from the glare, your glance to his face confirmed he was giving her his own. You were mildly impressed that she didn’t back down instantly.

“She’s a fuckin liar! Years of my life wasted on this bitch.” She spat at your feet and you took in a deep breath.

“You don’t get to control me anymore, Poppy. I’ve liked both men and women, but you never liked that because it meant that I had more chances of leaving you. And I wished I’d have left you sooner. Calum certainly thought so.”

“Of course you fucked the first man to pay you any attention.” Your heart sank once more at her declaration and you felt your mind fall into the old trap that you’d fought with for so long.

“No she never. In fact she slept with a few girls long before she slept with me. But I was her best friend as she tried to deal with the mess you created in her mind.” Calum snapped back. You felt your heart swell for him.

Poppy stepped forward, her hand raised but then Ashton stepped in front of you.

“Get out. You’re no longer welcome in this bar.” He made a gesture and security slowly made their way over.

“She shouldn’t be fucking welcome!” Poppy yelled back, but Ashton held firm.

“She is my friend. You are not. Get. Out.” When the bouncer rested a hand on her arm, she shrugged it off and stormed away. Your entire body was trembling.

“So that was the ex, huh?” Michael commented and you could feel your hands trembling as you nodded. “Why didn’t you correct me?” Calum spoke up for you as his hands took yours.

“It’s been a battle for her. Poppy had convinced her she was a lesbian, that she was wrong for having any attraction to men. In Poppy’s world, either your gay, lesbian or straight. Being bisexual isn’t acceptable in her eyes.” Calum’s arms wrapped around you and you stood there, holding onto him for dear life.

“Well that makes two of us then.” Michael’s casual comment had your knees go weak and you let out a weak laugh.

“Thank you Ash.” You finally murmured when you pulled away from Calum. Ashton didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you in a warm hug that was both comforting and reassuring.

“Hey, you’ve been the best thing for my best mate. And you were friends with Luke once before. I’ve definitely got your back. And I get why you didn’t say anything and don’t hold that against you.” He muttered and you breathed a sigh of relief before returning to Calum’s embrace.

“More drinks or are we gonna go back to Luke’s?” And you shook your head.

“Let’s stay. I’m not gonna let her ruin it,” you leaned forwards so your lips were by his ear as the others went inside, “also I want to see if we can christen the bar in one of the toilets.” You breathed. Calum groaned as his grip around you got tighter and he pulled you in for a kiss that promised more.

“Oh you’re so fucked sweetheart. Especially since I know where the individual lips are and they aren’t attended by anyone.” You held back a moan at that thought before pulling away, your hand in his.

“Dance first?” And the innocence in your tone made him laugh as he followed behind you willingly.

“Menace.” The term was laced with affection as he caught up to you, kissing the spot just below your ear.

You simply grinned in return as you pulled him onto the dance floor, Poppy long forgotten as he danced with you.

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mulletcal · 4 years ago

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I’d like to request nr. 15 and/or 19 with Ash pls. 🥺 thank u. 🥰

kissing prompts thank u for following up with me angel so i knew which ones you wanted!!! “I dare you to kiss [him/her/them].” “I hate you.” / “Did you kiss him?” “Yes.”

this is almost 1k...... oops

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You’d been to your fair share of parties with the boys, meeting them when you worked as a light tech for one of their tours. They treated their crew better than you had seen most other rockstars do so, and it was reassuring to you when they asked the company you worked for to come along for their next tour.

Ashton had always seemed to be your secret favourite; he was the one who purposely out of his way to talk to you - the other boys were pleasant, making conversation whenever your paths crossed, but Ashton seemed to always come across you on days off to invite you for lunch with the boys, promising the other crew members would be joining too, or just in general to ask how your day was.

It wasn’t until they played their last show in L.A. did Ashton ask for your number, “To keep in contact.” He had said, and you obliged almost immediately. Who wouldn’t have wanted his number in their phone?

Ashton didn’t text too often at first, rather building up the friendship so that he didn’t come off as weird or creepy, but he definitely couldn’t resist talking to you. Eventually your friendship delved into sending memes late at night to one another, or even to Ashton calling you because he needed to get out of his own head for a while.

The first party Ashton held, he hesitated inviting you at first. In fact, he wasn’t even the one who invited you - Calum had sent the official text, because he was tired of Ashton mulling it over for days. When you sent back an almost immediate response saying yes, Calum boasted a proud smirk for the rest of the evening.

You had asked if you could bring a friend with you, as you weren’t sure who all would end up being there. You knew the boys and their significant others, but you didn’t want to end up stranded alone when they inevitably went to talk to someone else they knew.

When your friend and you arrived to the party, you rubbing your hands against your jeans nervously, heading in the front door. Your eyes almost immediately met Ashton’s, a large grin spreading across his lips, “You came!” He cheered, moving through the crowd so he could come give you a hug.

It was weird, or at least maybe you were overthinking it in such a way, but Ashton had never hugged you. You always wanted to, wanted to know what a hug would feel like from him, but you never had the courage to initiate it.

“Of course I came, I was invited, wasn’t I?” You laughed, turning to introduce your friend. Calum also came up beside to greet you, his eyes landing on your friend with quirked eyebrows. At the very least, if you ended up talking to other people tonight, she didn’t seem like she’d be alone for very long.

As the night progressed, everyone got more and more drunk, inhibitions going out the window. You had been sitting with Ashton when your friend wandered up to you, tossing an arm around your shoulders.

“Truth or dare?” They asked through a giggle, resting their head against yours.

“What?” You asked, shaking your head.

“Ask me truth or dare.”

“Okay, truth or dare?”

“Truth... Okay, I’ll tell you,” They said, answering a follow-up question that you didn’t ask, “Calum is really sexy, and I think he’s flirting with me and I like it.”

“Well I’m glad you’re liking it,” You laughed, “If you didn’t I’d have to go kick his ass.”

They hummed, taking a sip of their drink before they spoke again, “Truth or dare?”

“I’ll say dare.”

“Okay... I dare you to kiss him,” They nodded towards Ashton, who had vacated the spot beside you and was now talking to Michael a few feet away.

“I hate you.” Nevertheless, you got up and passed your drink to your friend, running your hands through your hair. Ashton stole a couple glances your way, not realizing you were coming right for him.

Once you walked up to him, he turned to you with a wide smile on his lips, “Hey love, what’s up?”

Rather than answer his question, you gently grabbed his collar, standing on your tip toes to press your lips to his, swaying slightly as you shut your eyes. It took him a moment, but he returned the kiss, tangling his fingers in your hair.

When you pulled apart, you grinned up at him, feeling a false sense of confidence as you gave him a wink, going to walk back over to your friend. You noticed that they were now sitting on the arm of the couch, lips attached to Calum’s, your drink long forgotten about on the floor. You chuckled, sitting down beside them which brought them out of their trance of Calum.

“Did you kiss him?” They asked, Calum pressing kisses to their jaw, completely unaware of your presence.

“Yes.” You looked over your shoulder at Ashton, who was touching his lips as he leaned against the wall talking to Michael. Michael was clearly teasing him about what just happened, and Ashton was red as a tomato.

“I didn’t see, you should go do it again,” they said with a pout, clearly immune to whatever kisses Calum was placing on them then.

“Mm, I dunno, you may get distracted again.”

You had left not long after that went down, figuring it would better to be home when the embarrassment of what you had done finally hit you, than there where you could see him.

Around 3 a.m., your phone buzzed, waking you from your half-asleep daze as you peered at it, horror overcoming you when you saw Ashton’s name on the screen.

Ashton: “We should do that again sometime.”

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keithan-p · 4 years ago

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Hi can you please do a scenario on emiko with the nrc staff including grim pls.

No problem! I'm really sorry but can you tell me specifically on what scenario should I write for you next time?would It be all the NRC's staff separated or altogether? I need to know. It would be great if you could tell me specifically( ꈍᴗꈍ)

If you want to request me don't forget to check the pinned post🥀 Also, I'm not very confident of my writing so bare with my grammar 🥀

🎶Ashton Vargas 🎶

...

Emiko had gotten really tired lately, maybe it's because she got drag to 'help' working on Mostro Lounge these days... Welp, she couldn't help it since those twins really scare her

She walked along the corridor as usual, hoping to rest somewhere else quiet, she decided to go to the garden, cause it's the only place she could be alone.

Suddenly, a voice stopped her from walking as a gust of wind came quickly, blowing emiko’s hair into a mess as she heard a familiar voice...

"Emiko! You look stiff! I could see it from far away already! That's not good! You need to train your muscles!!"

Mr Ashton with his bold figure, he stated loud and clear, just as usual.

Emiko left out a sigh in her thoughts as she listened to Mr Vargas statements. He then said that actions are bigger than words so he pulled emiko to the gym and starts to train her

Emiko feels dead inside as she trains with Mr Vargas, coupled with his extremely loud voice calling emiko all the time, I think emiko can't hold on anymore

Following the voice of Ashton and the amount of sighs Emiko let out, the gym is full of 'happiness'

🎶Dire Crowley🎶

...

"Oya ? What brings you here miss Emiko?"

Crowley said as Emiko stood in front of the principal's office's door. Well Emiko is going to walk in when Crowley just walk out at the same time

"O-oh Mr Crowley, I had something to tell you"

Emiko said softly with her head hanging down looking at her own feet.

Crowley nodded his head and brought her in to the principal's office.

"So, what would you like to tell me, miss Emiko?"

Crowley day on his turning chair as Emiko stood in front of the table, looking kinda upset and afraid?

"Actually.. umm Ace accidentally uhh- scratched the Great Nine's Queen of Hearts' statue.."

Said Emiko slightly trembling as she thought why should it be her the one to report the incident to the principal？

As you all can imagine, Crowley goes real mad as he stomped up stated that he need to go see the scene right now.

Trembling, Emiko quickly accepted his request and bring him there.

"This- this- this is real- real bad!"

On the scene, Crowley's knees stumbled down to the ground as he saw the scratched spot.

With Ace's awkward laugh and Crowley's moaning , Emiko quickly left the scene as fast as she could

🎶 Divus Crewel🎶

...

Emiko just finished her first class, she is heading to Cater's class to return the borrowed book .

She walked by Floyd's class as she heard a loud scolding noises from that class.

"Floyd! You failed your test again! It seems I have to discipline you once again... "

"Eh? More classes? I don't wanna-!"

Floyd's and Mr Divus' voices echoed throughout the whole corridor, there's even students staring at them curiously

Emiko swept a sweat as she continues her journey.

After handing the book back to Cater. She went back to her class. At the moment, she met Mr Divus! Oh, worse timing, it feels like he's in a bad mood right now...

"G-good Morning.."

Emiko slightly bow down as she greets him.

Mr Divus nodded his head then patted Emiko's head,muttered:

"Good boy!... I heard you passed your test with Flying colours this time again, bow that's a real good boy.. how I wished Floyd could do well too despite his mood swings..."

Emiko gave an awkward smile to him then left thinking when did she became a dog...

🎶Mozus Trein🎶

...

It's History class, while everyone are almost fast asleep, there's Deuce trying to stay awake as he could, Ace slept with his book covering, Grim slightly snoring underneath the table.

No one is taking Trein's class seriously except for some other students,which includes Emiko.

Maybe Trein also noticed that, tired of waking up all the students, he started asking those who are awake questions.

The awaken students answered all the questions correctly,making Trein got slightly happy, at least there are some students listened to his class.

Suddenly, his cat Lucius jump out of his arms and head towards Grim who is sleeping under the desk, now that is a bit over,thought Trein as he called Grin's name to make him wake up.

Frightened,Grim woke up immediately and saw Lucius in Emiko's arm!

Lucius licked Emiko's arm with its tongue and adjusted it's posture to take a rest.

Trein quickly grab Lucius back down and stroked it's fur to make it fall asleep. With an apology to Emiko, Trein continues his class.

🎶Grim🎶

...

"Nee nee, Emiko-chan! Let's do something fun shall we? It's bored to stay in the dorm yknow?"

Grim cheerfully Suggest Emiko to do something fun .this lured the ghost in ramshackle dorm up to their room as they suggested to play with them.

Grim denied their offer and pushed Emiko out of the dorm with his whole strength.

"Cmon- Emiko- Lets-Go-Hang - with -ace - and - Deuce-"

Grim stated that as he pushed Emiko with all his strength just to hang out with Adeuce

Actually, he also wanted to hang out with Emiko too. He's probably too shy to say that and just used Adeuce as an Excuse.

"actually grim, let's hang out by ourselves this time should we?"

Smiling, Emiko suggested that to grim as she stood there.

Grim happily accepted it but then acted like he never wanted to begin with , them he said:

"i- I didn't wanted to but if you say so.."

Emiko laughed when she saw Grim's Funny look.

They both made pancakes in the kitchen of the school, sharing them to the heartslabyul dorm too.

💮

Okay I rlly don't know what to write

#open requests #oc x character #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland scenarios #night raven college #night raven college staffs #grim #divus crewel #ashton vargas #mozus trein #dire crowley

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unfortunatelysirius · 5 years ago

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╰☆☆ ℕ𝕆𝕋 𝕐𝕆𝕌ℝ 𝔾𝕀ℝ𝕃𝔽ℝ𝕀𝔼ℕ𝔻 ☆☆╮ [Sirius Black – Marauders Era] [Part 14]

Previous Installments: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13

╰❂╮ prompt ╰❂╮ ☾ ¡Original! ☾ With the perpetrator on their tail, and Sirius’s prejudices no longer something that can be ignored, relationships shatter and a safe way out is near unimaginable. ╰❂╮ author’s note ╰❂╮ Sorry this is so, so late. I hope the installment is to your satisfaction. AND IM SORRY IT’S SO SHORT BUT PLS, FEEDBACK WOULD BE APPRECIATED AND I’LL BE MORE PROMPT ON UPDATES. Will be updating Chocolate Frogs and Love Notes soon. Tell me if you want added to any of my tag-lists! ╰❂╮ warnings ╰❂╮ Angst, Swearing, Violence ╰❂╮ word count ╰❂╮ 2043 ╰❂╮ tag-list ╰❂╮ @kapolisradomthoughts @rageofcaliban @saucyleftovers @bunnymother93 @siriuslyr5 @apareciumimagines @random-quartz @ruefulposts @seabasstiantrash @starlightspidey @pinkettepoet @peppermintspecks @jiongyongguk @bethanystan @raindancer2004 @where-are-my-gummy-bears @cutebutnotinorcent

IT WAS NEARLY MIDNIGHT, and a disturbing sort of cold Y/N thought she might never experience in her lifetime, shivers up and down her spine within the dark, suffocating corridor. The stars were like silver dewdrops splattered across the navy sky, visible through each old window’s silhouette littered around the castle; with every passing step, Y/N caught another glimpse of Nature’s finest canvas. She was curled into Sirius’s side, squished between his subtly muscled body and James’s near-identical shape, both Remus and Peter trailing the three of them by seconds. It was reminiscent of times that seemed so far away.

Y/N thought it was all too good to be true. Everything, from her and Sirius falling back into same-old, same-old routine like they’d never left the honeymoon phase to James looking quite sullen compared to his usual upbeat, enthusiastic self. She wondered if it was all a twist on reality to make her think things were fine when really, Sirius wasn’t anywhere near, James still hated her, and the Marauders were leading her somewhere to hex and discard their latest “conquest.” It made all the more sense the longer she thought about it, but thoughts of the way Sirius felt—flesh, bone, whole—made her realize she was daft, and just a little bit mad.

He was so obviously here, a living, breathing wonder, and she was trying to make it a mirage. She wanted it that way.

Or maybe she’d just went long enough with things going wrong that miracles seemed far too good to be true.

“I have to meet with Regulus,” murmured Y/N into the quiet air, after the silence became a tad bit too smothering. She was also alert of her own negligence, from her delirious daze to her angry soul’s demands for an apology, as Sirius’s arm looped around her became a bone-crushing reality. Not so much a reality she craved anymore, but one that needed multiple bandages slapped across it; the Muggle way of rekindling old flames and licked wounds. Y/N was beginning to grow agitated and nervous, as this reality crushed down on her. As her newly-put-together world fell apart in the wake of unanswered questions. “He—wants to help. He thinks I was Obliviated.”

Sirius glanced down at her, looking unsure, his own face not betraying the inner turmoil running their world ragged. The two of them didn’t know how to approach their current problem, the one that kept them from falling together as happy memories asked them to; Y/N was afraid of what lay in wait, Sirius’s admittance that he thought so lowly of her that for even a millisecond he thought she might have been a slag, and Sirius dreaded the moment he had to let his betrayal out into the open. Neither of them were willing to ruin their reconciliation by simple, trivial ire, the kind that winded up someone alone and heartbroken, the kind that could get anyone and everyone hurt.

�� Even the most painful of thoughts were best kept internalized, if it meant staying locked tight in a dream.

Even now, the two of them were so different. Differences Y/N once overlooked in favor of what made them compatible.

“Regulus doesn’t care about anyone except for himself,” Sirius snapped at Y/N, the three Marauders looking nervous in anticipation for the argument to come. “He’s a Slytherin. The bloody git is tricking you.”

“How the fuck would you know?” Y/N was never one for confrontation. This was all new territory. She was tired, and depressed, and dying of questions; she loved Sirius, she did, but he was still the prejudiced, arrogant prat he was before they started dating. He’d always hate Slytherins because he grew up in a world full of snakes that rejected him for being who he was, and maybe that was a drawn line for why they weren’t meant to last. He was the charismatic, hateful railroad tycoon, and she was his subdued wife that tiptoed around his temper. Stupid, foolish—she was letting herself use another goddamned Muggle analogy—Americanized, no less. Maybe Y/N was running low on a lucid mind as much as she was excuses.

He knows nothing about Regulus, she thought anyway, looking into those silver grey eyes she’d always loved. Sirius didn’t. He refused to talk to his brother; maybe Regulus was growing into himself and losing that part of him that preened and prawned from pleasing his parents. If he was scared, if he was determined to find the truth because he wanted to sabotage dark plans, he never once betrayed it. But deep down, there was nothing else rational to explain his motivations, and Y/N knew he was a scared little boy afraid the monsters would someday catch up to him—

And they’d eat him alive like all wolves just so happen to do.

“Regulus is your brother,” continued Y/N. “He doesn’t want to be part of whatever it is your parents do. I can see it in his eyes.”

“You didn’t grow up with him. You didn’t see him do nothing when his brother was lying on the ground, with their father standing above him,” seethed Sirius. “Don’t act like you know him; you sure as hell don’t.”

Y/N felt like crying, as she wrenched herself away from Sirius’s warm, comforting embrace. “Don’t act like you know me,” she spat. Sirius’s jaw fell downwards, a flicker of hurt flitting across his face. “Go mope in your dorm. I’m getting down to the bottom of this, with or without you.”

Sirius was silent. Y/N continued to watch him, imploring him to say something, wishing he wouldn’t just let her leave. If she left, she could get hurt, and Sirius wouldn’t be her knight in shining armor. They went so long in turmoil that Y/N wanted there to be some sort of compromise; if they could argue and fight for so long, the two a mess with their friends on the fence on how to fix them, then they sure as hell could be soft and melted together, too. Maybe they were different, maybe Sirius couldn’t let his old ways go, but truth be told—Y/N always wanted to show him a new perspective.

She’d tried doing that before things went wrong.

“Really, Sirius?” she said now, staring brokenly at him. “We could finally figure this out, and you’re backing down? Really?”

“Whoever’s done this is dangerous,” Sirius told her. His voice had lost all its shake, all its fury, rendered a new sort of mellow Y/N had hardly ever seen from him. He looked like he itched to hold her and reassure he was just an asshat, but his asshat ways betrayed none of his true love for her, or his need to protect her. None, nada, zilch: right? He was a teenage boy, a prat, but he didn’t mean anything out of his pathetically unfiltered mouth. “I want you safe, Y/N. We should leave this to the professors.”

Those words were foreign out of his mouth. Y/N took a heavy breath and she said, “Sirius, do you even hear yourself? Merlin, what’s happened to you?”

“What’s happened to me? Me?” Sirius’s laugh was humorless. “You’re bloody mad.”

“Sirius, Y/N, this isn’t the best time,” said Remus, looking between the two with apprehension.

“This is the best time, Remus,” Y/N said, refusing to look at any of them. She knew Peter was fidgeting; she knew James was gap-mouthed like a pufferfish; she knew Remus was trying to hide his trepidation. She knew Sirius was silently seething. All of them, they weren’t clearly thinking. They didn’t have their nerves together. Y/N was terrified that solving the bottom of the mystery would never come if they fell apart before they came together. But Y/N could no longer go on if her experience with the love of her life was only going to be heartache and pain, two things she had felt since coming to this God-awful school.

You’re not any better than him, thought Y/N, her brain suddenly going to Ashton. He was dead, and she’d never get to see him again; she’d never get to tell him she was sorry, that she never meant to use him, that he was someone she came to love in her desperation to feel. He taught her about love. He taught her that it was okay to be without for a little while because wholes always regain their lost pieces. Maybe he threw her into an abyss after he broke her heart that left her sad and lost of all hope, but now, with her head on her shoulders again, she could safely say he taught her a lot—yet she gained nothing.

Y/N was happy with Sirius, but he did not teach her anything. He was a fun partner in crime, but when it truly came down to life lessons, he wasn’t a teacher; he was along for the ride, a mere passenger in a bus packed to the brim with faces from the crowd.

Standing in the hallway, letting these thoughts wash over her, Y/N could not do this anymore. She needed to find Regulus and reach the climax of this game. Someone was toying with her and her feelings, and if she didn’t put a stop to it, if she didn’t find a way to draw the villain out and stifle the madness, there was no way for her to get peace—and she’d stay stuck in an endless cycle of being a living ghost.

“I can’t anymore, Sirius,” whispered Y/N. “I can’t.”

She turned around and ran.

The Marauders watched after her, one looking horrified, two looking shocked, and the one this mattered to most—he looked heartbroken.

And none of them even bothered to go after her, as the guilt sunk in and they realized—

Was the love-potion maker truly the villain? Or was it them?

Y/N had stopped running after reaching the fourth corridor. She eventually stopped walking altogether. Her pace slowed until it was nonexistent, her harsh, shaking breaths fell into soundless sniffs, her erratic thoughts slowly but surely came to a close. All she could think about now was Regulus, who was waiting at the library for her presence. And that half-blurry, half-familiar memory of a white-haired girl in the very same forest Y/N was in herself

Y/N knew it mattered. She knew she’d been Obliviated, and she was foolish not to go to Headmaster Dumbledore for help in retrieving her memories… but she was a foolish girl, and foolish girls wanted to figure out mysteries by themselves.

“I’m a bloody fool,” mumbled Y/N to herself, clutching her head like that would heal all trace of confusion, as well as her sadness. It wouldn’t, but it felt like it did—so Y/N continued to grope at her temples and scalp. The corridor echoed with spooky creaks and even spookier whistles. Y/N felt regret seep into her bones, as she realized she was still a bit of ways away from the library—and she was totally, utterly, completely alone.

Y/N heard someone laugh.

“You are a bloody fool,” they said.

Out from the end of the corridor emerged a girl, whose entire face and hair were obscured by shadows—but the pretty little patch on her robes had a snake on them. Y/N knew it was a Slytherin. But all she saw was the patch, as her body and face were near invisible—and even then, the patch’s emblazoning was blurry to her. She felt her head grow light, her eyes squinting to see within the darkness. She was so caught in looking at the patch to even pay any regard to the words the stranger spoke or the wand as it lifted, pointing right at Y/N’s chest.

“Who are—”

The girl flicked her wrist. “Stupefy,” she said.

Suddenly Y/N was knocked off her feet by a powerful spell, the backlash sending her head cracking against the corridor wall, rendering her immobile and near-unconscious.

She felt her body crumble, but only half of the way—a steady stream of numbness shooting through her like lightning.

The stranger walked up, a laugh emptying from her mouth.

“Got you!” the girl sang happily.

That was when things went black.

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maluminspace · 5 years ago

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Genre: Smut

Pairings: Ashton Irwin/Calum Hood/Michael Clifford

Word Count: 5.7k

Requested: by @pxrxmoore

Laura pls ruin me with some Mashlum 😫😍 please can I request (students) Gryffindor Cashton and Hufflepuff Michael Mike pining from afar (that maybe leads to some smut) on a Hogsmeade trip? Thank you!! Love you 💛

Includes: strong language, explicit sexual content

A/N: Sorry this took a while! It required a lot of set up but I enjoyed it so much! I hope you enjoy this Beth, I love you too!

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Their Gryffindor robes billowed in the autumn wind as they walked hand in hand along the path that led from the Hogwarts castle into Hogsmead. Michael couldn’t quite hear what they were saying from the distance he was at, but just the way that they were looking at each other made him want to cry.

It felt like only yesterday that Calum had held his hand the way he was holding Ashton’s right now. They’d been excitable and reckless, acting on their attraction towards each other even though they were never really meant to be. Calum was popular Gryffindor with a promising quidditch career ahead of him. Michael was a Hufflepuff nerd that spent his weekends in the library or the greenhouses rather than at the quidditch pitch. The scathing glares from fellow students and their disapproving whispers had ultimately driven the boys apart. Michael had felt like he was holding Calum back and harming his reputation just being seen with him.

Predictably, the Gryffindor beater had sought comfort from his team captain, the strong, beautiful seventh year chaser. It hadn’t taken long for Ashton to step quite comfortably into his role as Calum’s boyfriend all too soon after Michael had proudly held that title.

Ashton’s beautiful hazel eyes sparkled with the purest love imaginable as he giggled at whatever his boyfriend, had just said to him. The slightly younger boy was evidently just as besotted, it was obvious by the softness of his expression and the tender way he reached over to tuck a lock of Ashton’s brown hair behind his ear.

It was only when Calum caught sight of Michael watching, that the Hufflepuff realised he was staring at the couple. His cheeks blushed a deep pink as he hastily averted his gaze and quickened his pace. He hoped that he could lose himself in the crowd, knowing that the Gryffindors would attempt to strike up a conversation with him if they caught up with him.

Despite their history, Calum seemed to be making a huge effort to reconnect with Michael recently. The blonde boy couldn’t handle it, though. His heart ached too much to be near the boy that still held his heart, even though someone much more worthy than himself now held Calum’s.

It was for this reason that Michael felt it was easier to avoid Ashton and Calum entirely, than attempt to control his emotions when they’re close to him. Luckily, the crowd of excitable students making their way to Hogsmead, made the task of staying alone simple. Michael tried not to let the look of disappointment on the Gryffindors’ faces when they lost sight of him, make him feel too guilty. After all, they had each other, it was Michael who was alone and hurting.

It didn’t take too much longer to reach Hogsmead, which meant that Michael had to think fast about where he wanted to head. Once his fellow students started to filter off in different directions, it’d be harder for him to stay hidden.

In an attempt to cheer himself up a little, Michael decided to head straight for Honeydukes. Most of his fellow students headed there last, not wanting to lug their giant bags of magical candy around for the rest of the day. The Hufflepuff wouldn’t have that problem. He fully intended to buy a bag of each of his favorite treats and devour most of them in his little hideaway in the woods near the Shrieking Shack.

Michael weaved his way through the busy Saturday morning crowd on the main street with all the purpose of a boy on a mission, determined to quickly buy his sweets before hiding away for the rest of the day. It was a big relief when the front of Honeydukes came into view, the colourful window display instantly lifting the Hufflepuff’s mood. The faint smile on his face widened when he finally stumbled through the old wooden door of the sweetshop. The pleasant tinkling of the little bell signalling his arrival helped to melt away his bad mood a bit more as Michael breathed in the sugary smell he loved so much.

Just as the blonde boy had suspected, there were very few Hogwarts students here. Besides a group of excited third years (clearly on their first ever trip to Hogsmead), the shop was completely devoid of his fellow students. This put Michael’s mind at rest as he started to browse the shelves for his favourite treats. First of all, he picked up a bag of Pink Coconut Ice, before adding a Chocolate Cauldron, a bottle of Pumpkin Fizz and some Crystallised Pineapple to the growing stash of goodies. He got so lost in his mission to locate at least one packet of everything he loved, that he barely noticed the shop filling with more Hogwarts Students. Apparently, a light drizzle had started outside, driving more people into the shops when they’d otherwise still beadmiring the magical window displays of all the shops on the street.

By the time Michael had worked his way around to the Chocoballs, his arms were so full of sweets that he was struggling to hold everything. Part of him wanted to take one of the delicious strawberry mousse and clotted cream filled treats, but they reminded him too much of Calum. How could he ever forget splitting one with the cheeky Gryffindor the night they got back to Hogwarts after their first date? It’d been well after curfew when they’d met in a quiet corner of the castle where none of their housemates or any of the nosy portraits could disturb them. Calum had licked a spot of strawberry moose from the end of Michael’s nose before kissing him hungrily. The rest of the chocoball was left forgotten on the little blanket Calum had laid out for them as they fooled around.

Michael’s cheeks heated as he remembered the feeling of Calum’s hands on his bare skin and the sounds the younger man had pulled form him as the two of them clumsily worked their bodies against each other until they ended up in a sticky, breathless mess on the cool tiled floor of the neglected corridor.

The Hufflepuff shook his head as though that alone would clear the image of Calum staring at him lovingly, his handsome face bathed in soft moonlight as he held Michael close. Unsurprisingly, the memory stayed firmly in place and Michael’s heart started to break all over again, grieving the loss of his first real love for what felt like the millionth time.

“Can I help you dear?” The friendly cashier asked, pulling Michael back to reality.

“Just these, please.” He replied, sniffling slightly as he laid his purchases on the polished countertop.

The elderly lady at the till looked slightly taken aback at the sheer number of sweets Michael had gathered but she was nice enough not to call him out on it.

“I’m just getting an early start on my Christmas shopping.” He lied, hoping that he was convincing enough.

The cashier nodded, her smile brightening like she fully believed him. “Smart boy.”

Once his transaction was complete, Michael headed back out onto the busy high street. He lingered briefly in the doorway of Honeydukes, taking a moment to wrap his Hufflepuff scarf tighter around his neck in a feeble attempt to protect him from the chilly wind and light rain.

He was unable to shake his glum mood that had descended on him again, as he began to make his way along the crowded street. It was hard not to feel bitter when he was surrounded by his giggling classmates, all of them seemingly care-free as they huddled around shop windows to appreciate the magical displays or darting off to take cover in Madame Poodifoot’s Tea Shop. It felt as though no one else could understand how he was feeling, which only strengthened Michael’s resolve to take refuge on the outskirts of the Town, away from the smiling faces and cheerful chatter.

It didn’t take him long to reach the little woods on the outskirts of the village. The Hufflepuff tried to let the pretty scenery around him cheer him up. The bright autumnal colours of the leaves filling the trees and lining the ground would usually make him smile. Today, though, the rich reds and golds filling the woods just made him think of Gryffindor and in turn brought Calum and Ashton to the forefront of his mind yet again.

Picking his way miserably through the woods, Michael finally decided to rest against a large oak tree that had a clear view of the Shrieking Shack. Even though it’d been revealed a long time ago that the building was used for Remus Lupin’s werewolf transformations once a month during his time at Hogwarts so long ago, the area surrounding it still had an eerie feeling to it. Maybe that was partly down to how quiet the area was and how unkempt the land around it had become since it hadn’t been used for decades.

As Michael opened his packet of Pink Coconut Ice, he found himself wondering if any ghosts had thought about taking up residence there now to enjoy their afterlife in peace. It may have seemed like a random and throwaway thought but at least it kept his mind off of his ex-boyfriend for a while.

Luckily, the shower of drizzle started to ease as Michael pulled his bottle of pumpkin fizz from the paper Honeydukes bag. The chilly wind persisted, though, tugging at Michael’s robes as he hugged his knees close to his chest, wishing more than anything that he had someone to cuddle with.

Before the Hufflepuff had finished his drink, Michael thought he heard voices somewhere behind him. He quickly told himself that it was likely to be some frisky couple hoping to find a solitary place away from the crowds to make out. The thought made him sad as he remembered doing just that with Calum. On their last Hogsmeade trip of their fifth year, just before the summer break.

He didn’t really have time to get lost in his memories again as the voices got closer to him. Not wanting to unwittingly witness something he’d rather not, Michael downed the rest of his drink and packed everything into his paper bag, ready to head back to Hogsmeade’s High Street.

Just as the blonde boy scrabbled to his feet, he stopped, frozen in place by the sudden appearance of the last two people on earth that he wanted to see in this clearing, of all places.

“I thought we’d find you out here.” Calum smiled, his gaze soft as he stepped fully out of the trees. “We brought some of your favourite snacks, but I guess you already have that covered.” A tiny giggle escaped him as he gestured to the bag in Michaels arms.

“Why were you looking for me?” Michael asked, unable to keep a note of anger out of his voice. “I came up here to be alone.”

There was a moment of tense silence, during which Ashton wrapped an arm around Calum’s shoulders in a supportive gesture.

“We just need to talk with you, Mike.” The younger Gryffindor explained. “We’ve been trying to grab a moment with you ever since the start of term, but you’ve been avoiding us.”

Michael’s niggling spark of anger grew in his chest. “Can you blame me?” He demanded, his green eyes flashing as he stepped a little closer to the Gryffindors. “I spent all summer trying and failing to get over you whilst you were just working on getting under your quidditch captain!” The destain and hurt in Michael’s voice were undeniable as he dropped his gaze, unable to contain his tears for much longer.

“It wasn’t like that.” Calum replied, placing his own Honeydukes bag down on the ground next to a tree trunk. “I still love you, Mike.” He whispered, “I always will.”

The words were like daggers through Michael’s heart. How could Calum come and confess this to him, knowing that they couldn’t be together anymore? He glanced up, meeting Calum’s gaze again. “It’s a bit late for that, isn’t it? You have a new boyfriend now. Someone you’re not ashamed to be seen in public with, someone you can kiss on the quidditch pitch after your matches instead of in some dusty old deserted corridor in the dead of night.”

The youngest Gryffindor sighed sadly, his beautiful brown eyes shimmering with emotion as he reached out to take Michael’s hand. “I can’t explain everything to you if you won’t let me, angel.” He sniffed, a pleading note creeping into his melancholy tone.

“I don’t want you to explain!” Michael snapped. “I want you to leave me alone…” He wrenched his hand free of Calum’s before attempting to barge past them.

It was Ashton that stopped the Hufflepuff from storming off, letting go of Calum in order to block Michael’s path. “Please listen to what we have to say, you deserve to know the truth and once you do, well… you can do what you like with it.”

Feeling as though he could completely lose his temper at any moment, Michael dropped his Honeydukes bag to the ground and reached for his wand, gripping the smooth cherry wood tightly in the pocket of his robes. “I already know the truth! Calum left me so that he could have you instead! What else is there possibly to explain?”

Before the blonde boy could pull out his wand and do something he might regret, Calum stepped between him and Ashton, gently holding Michael’s gaze as he gripped his shoulders softly. “I never wanted to break up with you, Michael. We had a stupid fight and we were both too stubbourn to apologise and work through it. On the last day of term, you left the Gobstones set I bought for you outside of the Gryffindor common room and before I could try and make things better with you, you’d already left.”

”Well it worked out well for you.” Michael huffed, trying desperately not to cry. “Because now you have a successful new boyfriend.”

“Will you just listen to him, before I cast a silencing spell on you?” Ashton interjected, his tone undoubtedly irritated. “We both have something that we need to tell you and you’re making it a lot harder than it needs to be!”

Michael’s temper flared yet again, unable to see how he was the unreasonable one in this situation. “Harder? You know nothing about hard, Irwin!” He yelled, “You have no idea what it’s like to watch someone you love with another person that embodies everything you could ever wish to be yourself.”

Surprisingly, Ashton’s shoulders slumped as leaned against the nearest tree and dropped his gaze. “Actually, I do…” He confessed, “I had to watch you and Calum share meaningful glances across the Great Hall every night last year. Each time I saw Calum sneak out of the Gryffindor common room at night to come and meet with you, I’d go to bed wishing more than anything that I could be either one of you.”

Despite his anger, Michael felt confused. He was sure that he must have misheard the older boy. It was only Calum he’d wanted.

“That’s what we’ve been trying to tell you, angel.” Calum said softly. The familiar pet name almost melting Michael’s heart just as it used to when they were together. “Both Ashton and I love you. Part of how we bonded over the summer was talking about you. I never made a secret of how I still wanted to be with you and Ashton repaid my honesty by confessing that he loved us both equally.”

“So what?” Michael sobbed, unable to hold back his tears anymore. “You think it’ll be easier for me to see you together, knowing that it could be me with either one of you? It feels more like you’re rubbing it in my face that you want each other more than me.”

Calum lifted one of his hands to wipe the tears from Michael’s cheeks. “You really don’t understand what we’re trying to say, do you?” He asked quietly, his brown eyes glistening softly.

Shaking his head hopelessly, Michael allowed more tears to fall from his eyes, savouring the way the Calum’s soft fingers felt as he brushed each one away. He was slightly shocked when Ashton stepped behind Calum, wrapping his arms around the younger boy so that he reach past him to brush a lock of Michael’s blonde hair out of his face. “We want to ask you out, Michael.” The Gryffindor quidditch captain smiled gently. “We’ve been trying to ask you since the very first day of term, Calum and I never had any intention of dating each other without you. Unfortunately, you didn’t give us much of a choice and we got a bit caught up in our celebrations after winning the first game of the term against Ravenclaw. That was the first time we’d properly kissed.”

It took a moment for Ashton’s words to sink in. Michael couldn’t really believe that both of these amazing boys wanted him. “This must be some kind of joke?” He whispered, the rustling leaves overhead almost drowning out his voice.

“We’ve never been more serious about anything in our entire lives.” Ashton replied simply. It was easy to see why Calum had fallen so hard for the older boy. Ashton’s deep hazel eyes, handsome features and charming personality were so captivating that Michael felt as though he could easily fall in love with him.

Calum pressed his cool palm to Michael’s cheek, cradling his face softly. “I know it’s a lot to take in, you can take your time to answer.” He explained. “We just really wanted you to know that you have a place in this relationship.”

Michael’s head was spinning and he had more questions than he cared to admit. Part of him wanted to do the sensible thing and talk through every last detail, the reasons why it could be amazing, the reasons why it might not be such a good idea… As much as he wanted all of that, he craved something else more. Calum’s face was already so close and it was all too easy for Michael to close the gap between their lips.

It felt familiar and even more intoxicating than Michael remembered when Calum deepened the kiss, smoothly taking control because he knows that’s what they both want. The only difference between this kiss and the countless others that they’d shared, was that Michael found himself thinking of Ashton too. As Calum worked his tongue gently against Michael’s, the Hufflepuff found himself imagining how Ashton’s lips would feel on his neck. The thought pulled a gasp from him and he broke the kiss, stepping back to create some physical space between him and the other two boys.

The Gryffindors exchanged a glance, they looked nervous and a little surprised. Michael still wasn’t sure what he was feeling. It was almost as though he could feel every emotion imaginable all at once. He muttered an apology as he turned away, intending to pick up his Honeydukes bag and leave.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for.” Calum insisted.

Michael stepped closer to his paper bag full of treats but a strong hand gripped his shoulder to stop him in his tracks. “Please don’t go yet, Mikey.” Ashton pleaded, gently turning Michael around to face him. “This is a lot to take in and you must be pretty confused. I just wanted to say that I don’t have any unrealistic expectations, okay? I know that you and Calum have a history and you’re already in love with him. It’ll probably take a while before you even start to feel that strongly about me, so if you decide to give this a go, I’ll take it all at your pace, yeah?”

The Hufflepuff’s gut reaction was to grab Ashton’s face and kiss him the way he’d just kissed Calum. He somehow refrained, only allowing himself to get lost in Ashton’s pretty eyes for a second before voicing one of his biggest concerns. “How can someone like you want me as much as Calum?” He asked cautiously. “I mean you’re one of the hottest guys in school, a popular quidditch captain that most people would kill to be with.”

A soft smile curved Ashton’s lips as he raised a hand to stroke Michael’s blonde fringe out of his eyes again. The Hufflepuff shivered a little as the older boy’s fingertips grazed over the skin of his forehead. “And you’re one of the cutest and funniest people I’ve ever met. I know we’ve barely spoken before today, but I feel like I know you through Calum.”

Michael felt himself melt into Ashton’s hold. The older boy already felt safe and familiar, making it all too easy for Michael let his guard down. “I want to get to know you.” He confessed, his voice coming out breathy as Ashton tentatively moved his face a little closer.

“We can all get to know each other better, sweetheart.” Ashton whispered, his gaze drifting down to Michael’s lips for a moment. “We can hang out together every night if you want to.” He stroked his thumb over Michael’s cheekbone. The gentle and comforting gesture along with the fond pet name, had Michael melting into a puddle. “We’ll do nothing but talk until you feel comfortable enough to do more.”

After being utterly alone for so long, Michael just craved the feeling of being loved and wanted. All of the formalities of a relationship would come in time, but right now there was only one thing that would prove to him that Ashton actually wanted him as much as he wanted Calum. “I don’t want words…” He admitted, nervously tangling his fingers in the front of Ashton’s robes. “Kiss me.”

The older boy glanced over at Calum as though asking permission to take this step so soon.

“Are you sure, angel?” Calum asked, stepping behind the Hufflepuff and placing his hands on Michael’s shoulders, like a silent display of support.

Michael nodded, allowing his eyes to drift closed as he leant back against Calum’s strong frame as Ashton wrapped his arms around both boys, keeping all of them close together.

A second later, Ashton’s soft lips grazed Michael’s. Despite his obvious physical strength, the Gryffindor chaser was so gentle, holding both of the sixth years tenderly as his lips moved slowly but firmly against Michael’s.

When they pulled apart for air, Michael opened his eyes to find Ashton staring at him almost hungrily. “You’re really beautiful, sweetheart.” The Gryffindor whispered before glancing up at Calum. “You too, baby.” He added, placing a soft kiss to the youngest boy’s lips over Michael’s shoulder.

There was something about the sweetness and sincerity of Ashton’s words and the intimacy of the kiss he found himself in the middle of that made Michael yearn for more. The three of them together just felt deeply right, like this is how it was always meant to be. He wrapped his arms around Ashton’s torso, resting his head against the older boy’s chest as the Gryffindors continued to kiss.

Presumably to make him feel more included, Calum placed his hands on Michael’s hips. His familiar grip coupled with the new intensity that Ashton brought to their dynamic, pulled a needy whimper from the Hufflepuff.

“You okay, angel?” Calum whispered. “Do you need us to back up a bit?”

“No!” Michael gasped, abandoning all hope of obeying his sensible side and stopping it all until they’ve talked more. “I want more, please don’t stop…”

As the one that knew both of the others best, Calum took it upon himself to be the one in control. He met Ashton’s gaze once again, silently checking that he was happy to hand over the dominant roll for now. When the oldest boy gave a shallow nod, Calum smiled, touching Ashton’s cheek gently. “Will you cast a silencing and invisibility charm around us, babe? Just in case anyone else ventures up here.”

Michael whined at the loss of contact as Ashton pulled away before pulling his long cedarwood wand from the pocket of his robes and setting about casting the charms that calum had asked him to on the immediate area surrounding them. “Don’t worry, angel.” Calum whispered soothingly. “He’ll be right back and we’ll take care of you then, okay?”

The Hufflepuff pressed back against Calum, craving the closeness he’d missed so much in the last few months. “I hated being without you, Cal.” He confessed, not caring how pathetic he might sound.

“I missed you more than you’ll ever know, angel.” Calum replied, “but now you have two of us to look after you. Ash and I won’t ever let you go again, as long as that’s what you want.”

“Promise?” Michael asked, resting his head back on Calum’s shoulder.

“I promise, gorgeous.” Calum confirmed, automatically loosening Michael’s scarf so that he could trail kisses down the blonde’s neck.

For a long moment, Michael allowed himself to get lost in the bliss of Calum’s soft kisses and firm hold, his eyes sliding shut once again.

“You two look so good.” Ashton growled as rejoined the sixth years near one of the large trees at the edge of the clearing. “I could devour both of you right here…”

Calum smirked into Michael’s neck as he gripped the blonde’s hips tightly to keep their bodies close. “I don’t think we have time for that right now, Ashy.” He said, “I think our angel needs a quick release, don’t you, Mikey?”

“Is that what you want, sweetheart?” Ashton enquired, quirking an eyebrow as he stepped back in front of the younger boys.

Michael nodded frantically as he reached out blindly for the older boy. “Please, I want you both…”

Hushing the Hufflepuff gently, Ashton pressed himself close. The moment he felt Michael’s hardening cock against his thigh he groaned approvingly. “Already so needy for us, huh, beautiful?”

“Wait until you really get him going.” Calum whispered, between kissing and nipping at Michael’s neck. “You won’t believe how hot he sounds.”

“I bet he’s the only one that sounds as good as you, baby” The oldest boy grinned before pressing a kiss to Michael’s lips.

The Hufflepuff was so overwhelmed with pleasure, being sandwiched tightly between the two hottest guys at Hogwarts, that it took a moment for his brain to catch up with Ashton’s words. “How far have you gone together?” Michael asked, his voice breathy but soft. Surprisingly, the thought of Ashton and Calum together didn’t make him jealous at all anymore.

“Only about the same as what we did together, angel.” Calum answered. “Kissing, touching, grinding, I sucked him off once…”

“Fuck…” Michael moaned, loving the way that Ashton moved against him, which in turn pushed him harder against Calum. “I wanna see!”

Calum giggled in the Hufflepuff’s ear. “Can we focus on you for now?” He asked, moving one of his hands to Ashton’s hips whilst keeping the ther firmly on Michael’s as he started to establish a coherent rhythm.

Five minutes ago, Michael would have sworn that he’d never feel as good with anyone else as he did with Calum. Ashton was quickly proving him wrong now. The oldest boy was already proving that he was a master of perception. Every time Michael let out a gasp or moan, Ashton would instantly repeat what he’d done to cause it.

“Answer my question, beautiful…” Calum prompted, his breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of Michale’s neck. “We want to make you feel good, but you have to use your words for us, yeah?”

“I just want you both.” Michael repeated, his brain felt to cloudy with lust to think of anything else to say.

Seemingly recognising that Michael was having trouble voicing his needs. Ashton slipped one of his hands inside the younger boy’s robes, sliding his palm over the warm skin of Michael’s waist. The skin-to-skin contact made Michael gasp, his hips jerking instinctively towards Ashton, temporarily messing up the rhythm that Calum was trying to maintain.

“Just tell us what feels good and tell us to stop if you don’t like something or it gets too much for you, okay?” Ashton asked gently. “Today is all about you… We owe you a lot of love and attention but we only want to give it to you in ways that you’ll enjoy.”

Michael understood but he didn’t want to talk, He just wanted to feel as close to both of the Gryffindors as possible. It didn’t really matter that the three of them weren’t even properly official yet. The main thing was that Ashton and Calum wanted Michael and apparently had done for a long time. He was just determined to enjoy that. “Okay…” The blonde whispered, “I’ll tell you if I need to stop.”

“That’s our good boy…” Calum grinned, deliberately thrusting harder against Michael so that the Hufflepuff could feel the effect he was having. “Do you want to show Ash how beautiful you look when you come apart for me?”

Michael nodded, grinding back against the slightly younger boy. “I want you both to cum with me, though, please…”

“Then keep making those little noises, sweetheart.” Ashton urged, gripping the younger boy’s waist a little more firmly beneath his robes. “Do you want to feel what you’re doing to me?”

“Yes.” Michael replied, his voice breaking on a whine as Calum once again rubbed his hard cock against the hufflepuff’s ass.

Ashton carefully led one of Michael’s hands to his own clothed erection, groaning as the blonde palmed him lightly through his trousers. “You feel big, Ash..” Michael gasped.

“He is.” Calum confirmed, his growing need for a release causing him to speed up the rhythm he’d been keeping between the three of them. “Wait ‘til you see it, angel”

Whining needily, Michael gripped Ashton tighter. “When will you show me?” He asked, hoping that the question would lead into a bit of dirty talk.

The Gryffindors seemed to pick up Michael’s expectations instantly. “When we’re all alone in the comfort of the castle.” Ashton replied, panting a little against Michael’s lips now. “Calum told me about the disused corridor you used to use. We can take some blankets and cushions up there and I know a few spells to make it more private and cozy.”

“Then you can see as much of us as you like.” Calum promised. “We can try everything you’ve ever thought about… the possibilities are infinite, especially now that there’s three of us.”

“Will you touch me, Cal?” Mihcael whined, his breath catching in his throat as Ashton twitched in his hand.

“Of course, angel, I’ll do whatever you want me to do to you…”

Michael shook his head, “I mean now… please Calum!” He begged, needing that extra bit of attention on his painfully hard dick.

Fumbling to work his hand between Michael’s and Ashton’s bodies, Calum wriggled his hand through the tight space until he could wrap his fingers around the Hufflepuff, pulling a desperate whimper from him.

“Why don’t you touch him too, Mike?” Ashton asked, grinding into Michael’s hand harder and faster with every passing second. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby?” He questioned the youngest boy.

“Yes!” Calum exclaimed, guiding Michael’s clumsy hand to where he needed it most.

With a hand on each of the other boys’ waists, Ashton took over guiding their bodies, simultaneously providing the skin-to-skin contact that helped move all three of that much closer to their orgasms.

Calum was every bit of skilful as Michael remembered, working his palm over the younger boy in a firm but gentle manner, just like he used to. The main difference between then and now, was obviously the addition of Ashton and he was a more than welcome one. It was already obvious to Michael that the three of them worked well together and he couldn’t quite believe just how amazing it felt to have two people against him as opposed to just one.

Judging by the sounds escaping the Gryffindors, Michael wasn’t the only one finding this new dynamic intoxicating. Both Ashton and Calum were gasping and their movements became clumsier and more erratic, a clear sign that they were as close as he was.

“Fuck, you’re both so hot.” Ashton exclaimed, grinding into Michael’s hand with a new desperation. “I can’t hold on much longer.”

“Then don’t.” Calum gasped, “We should all let go together, if you’re ready too, angel?”

Michael nodded frantically. “I am...” The words had barely left his mouth before he came apart in Calum’s hand. The Gryffindors were less than a second behind him and their moans of his name and each other’s sounded like the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard.

Ashton held the two younger boys softly as all three of them slowly came down from their highs. The sound of their gasping breaths filled the clearing, drowning out the rustling of the leaves in overhead and on the ground at their feet.

“You were right Calum…” Ashton chuckled after a moment. “He does look beautiful when he cums.” His hazel eyes were softer than ever as he looked between the two boys. “You both are. There’s nothing cuter than the two of you, leaning against each other with flushed cheeks and jizzy trousers.”

A shocked laugh burst from Calum as Michael felt his cheeks heat up more with embarrassment. “Ignore him, angel.” The beater grinned as he pulled out his wand from the pocket of his robes. “There’s one thing you’ll learn very quickly about Ashton; he’s a sap with a dumb sense of humour.”

Ashton nodded in agreement, stepping back to allow Calum to clean his trousers. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you, sweetheart. I meant what I said about you being beautiful. I guess I’m still a little nervous to say it to your face.”

“Nervous?” Michael giggled, “You just came in my hand… I don’t think you need to get jittery about calling me beautiful...”

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* 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐠𝐨𝐬 here and do i have the tea for you . 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 is back in bridgehampton for the summer , living off the 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐎 family 𝟐.𝟑 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 net worth . must be nice to come back home to the hamptons , i wonder what her fellow class of 2017 grads think of her return . you know , she was known around town as the 𝐂𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 and for bhs senior superlatives pronouns was crowned as 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒 & 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 . i wonder if that still holds true today , a lot can change when you go off to 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘 and study 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 . either way , i bet she is still very 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 , 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐃 , 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 . hopefully this time next year the plans to 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 come true . in the meantime , i look forward to seeing her blast 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫 (𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄) 𝖇𝖞 𝐤𝐚𝐥𝐢 𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐬 at every hamptons function . it’s going to be a wild summer home , welcome back .

i don’t think i’ve EVER been this excited to plot and interact with a group of people , u all seem like such beaut ppl & i’m in love already but i’m a little . . . intimidated ADFJH . anyways , i’m not going to ramble bc i’m ready to get down to business , i’m sammie & i go by she / her pronouns ! under the cut is a long bio on jules ! i will GLADLY give you a synopsis on this chaotic mess pls just ask , HERE is her pinterest board please ignore the sudden amount of pins of just her , also i’m down to plot here or on discord , my discord is @ᵘ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵃ ᵈᵒˡˡᵃʳ ?#3246

* / BASICS

full name: juliana kaia dicaprio

nicknames: jules , julie / juli

age & dob: twenty-one , august 14th , 1998

place of birth: long island , new york .

sexuality: heterosexual ( that she knows off )

bender: cisfemale

* / MORE BASIC INFO

languages: english, french, some spanish.

religion: catholic

education: high school , majoring in biology at stanford

occupation: unemployed

drinks, smokes, & drugs: all of the above

* / PERSONALITY

zodiac sign: leo

likes: dark chocolate , tea in the morning , white roses , instigating bad situations , wine , black coffee , the smell of freshly brewed coffee , talking with strangers , long travels , adventures , being called “ angel ” , popcorn , quick tex responders , products made with silk , athletes , crime shows / films , crowded rooms , glitter .

dislikes: fake designer bags , people who don’t know how to lie , f , people who wear pearls regularly , long text messages , voicemails , men who are cheap , people who chew with their mouth open , humming , thrift shops , water-poof mascara , the smell of grass , extensive planning , and arrogance & stupidity combined .

bad habits: breaking promises to herself & others , not thinking before doing , fixating with her hair when nervous .

secret talent: juggling

fears: aging terribly , being widowed , drowning , being buried alive .

positive traits: alluring , convincing , affectionate , ambitious / devoted , systematic .

negative traits: manipulative , conniving , deceitful , dishonest , subjective .

* / APPEARANCE

tattoos: dagger on right index finger , “ devil ” on left index finger .

piercings: three in each ear , cartilage .

* / FAMILY INFO.

parent names: claire boucher & david dicaprio .

parent relationship: divorced .

sibling names: annalise , ashton , keller , & wade .

sibling relationship: step siblings & half .

children: none .

pets: 2 family dogs on her moms side.

* / BIOGRAPHY

i’m sorry it got long

𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐑’s entire childhood was spent in the spotlight -- her father was a huge rockstar in the 70's & 80's, and her mother a model . Claire spent her childhood between Florida , California , and New York , attending red carpets , premieres , etc. Claire attended Stanford to obtain a bachelor in science but was in and out of modeling in her teens and early twenties .

𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐃 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐎 lived an affluent life more under the radar . His grandfather is CEO of JD banking , one of the four largest banks in the world . He attended Princeton as the rest of his family did . He got involved in the company business at a very young age as did his brothers , but went on to become the new CEO after his fathers unfortunate passing in 2002 .

𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 was and will forever be her parents pride & joy . her parents were high school sweethearts & got married young -- at a twenty-two / twenty-three . they had been trying for two years to start their own family but jules’ mother struggled . thanksgiving in the hamptons , a dicaprio family tradition the day is engraved in her mothers memory , in 1997 , they announced to their family that after years of trying , they were pregnant .

𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 grew up completely pampered ; bi-weekly trips to the nail salon with her mother and annual father-daughter trips . her mother was her best friend until she began morphing jules into what she thought was perfect . making sure she spoke at least one other language , was active in school , extracurriculars , how she presented herself . her mother cared about image due to her own childhood of growing up in the spotlight . besides the near brainwash to fit her mother’s image of perfect , everything was ideal & ‘ normal ’ up until the summer before her freshman year of high school . her mother discovered the affair her father had been having for months with a woman he did business with . he claimed it was due to the fact that jules’ mother had returned to some normalcy and wanted to work again , modeling and doing some traveling , therefore he ‘ just missed her around ’ . jules was aware of everything going on , heard the countless nights they spent arguing in the opposite wing of the house , she picked up on her father being late to family dinner because “ he had work to do ” . her parents tried their best to keep her in the dark for the sake of her sanity , innocence , and view on her father . jules went along with it all , the daddy’s girl in her was in denial for all of the months leading up to their divorce . at the end , her mother got full custody of her .

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄 came two “ yes ” parents . everything became a competition between the two , trying to one up the other ; who took jules on the better summer vacation , had the most over the top christmas morning , etc . it was insanely manipulative & jules there wasn’t a time period where jules felt more alone ; not having a sibling to relate to , she was embarassed to tell her peers the real reason why her parents split , it was so cliché . both parents didn’t take too long to remarry , her father found another stay-at-home wife and her mother lucked out with a lawyer ten years older than she . her step-father had two daughtes & son with whom jules hated in the beginning – it was a lot to take in and she was used to being the only child . her father went on to have a child with his new wife two years after their marriage . it was all an immense amount of change within seven years .

𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 for jules had been constantly changing since the news of her father’s affair , she’d spend her summers & holiday’s going back & forth between each parents in the hamptons until her father moved to calabasas to be closer to his wife’s family as soon as the baby was born . jules had always been a wild , reckless child at heart and the divorce between her parents only allowed her to push her limits even more . the two-three years her parents spent processing their divorce were her golden years -- she could not get in trouble with her parents and they never got upset with her . she took advantage of it all and abused drinking , hanging out with boys , you name it . she loved the attention she received from any male figure -- it made up for the lack of attention she was getting from her father once he got the boot .

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄 was where jules found her safe space ; she could be her wild self , far away from home and only a five hour drive from her father that she still rarely sees . she joined a sorority , joined the exec board , was forced to join french club by her mother , all while maintaining a 4.08 gpa .

* ` 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐄 jules has always been a wild child . she’s always had a desire for attention , all eyes & attention on her , though the B I R T H of her uncontrollable desire for attention from males stemmed after her parents divorce . the lack of attention from her father allowed her to realize her dad wasn’t the only one who could spoil her & every man was basically the same . she’s not super close with either of her dads at the moment and sees her father about three times a year , two of which are holidays & every now and then the spontaneous visit from him in cali .

𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 is a h u g e cry baby in the sense that she hates not getting what she wants . its not on purpose most of the time , it’s the way she was raised and the nature of her parents . she’s never had to ask for anything twice & hates doing so . though she’s a huge cry baby , she will try her best to mask her actual tears . she does a good job of seeming innocent , she’s that one friend that is super sus & lies a lot & keeps secrets but somehow is so good at convincing people other wise ? she’s a huge flirt , even when she’s not doing it on purpose , it’s sort of a weird practice or habit she’s grown into ? she feels empowered in the weirdest way of owning men and being able to form their opinion of her for them , this stems from her newly founded daddy issues it’s more so due to the fact that her relationship with her father began to diminish once he moved out . she is & has been on her “ fuck love ” rampage .

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 do whatever she wants and will hide her bad intentions . she lives for chaos , loves enjoys pushing limits & boundaries . she loves a game of cat & mouse / teasing just knowing she has someone in her grip is what helps her sleep at night . she is a bit crazy . . . the type to watch someone’s snap score go up . def that type to block and unblock someone 238473 timES . she has an underlying need of approval from others and she almost needs to be liked by everyone she meets .

𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 she wants to model & be a playboy bunny BUT her dad would literally disown her if she didn’t follow her family legacy and attend stanford or yale to use her brains for good . she’s in school to be a pediatrician because at the end of the day she loves children and always wanted to seek a job in the healthcare field . she has plans to attend yale’s medical school after her senior year is complete at stanford .

i really based her off of american beauty & angela in the movie ( if you’ve seen it omg ily ) g

#╰ * ✴ 𝙢𝙪𝙣 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨 ↝ 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 › ooc #entitled:intro #hi hI HI!!!!!!#xD

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nostalgiabones · 5 years ago

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hi pumpkin, can you 9 and 14 from the dad!sos prompt list with like any kiddo from the family of 8 pls? i wanna cry lmao thank you lauren❤️❤️

09. “I think it’s broken.”

14. A child getting injured whilst under one parent’s supervision and then needing reassurance that they aren’t a bad parent.

Luke was confident in his parenting skills. After 13 years of being a parent to six different children, he felt like there was nothing that would faze him or surprise him, as he’d literally experienced everything that he thought he could as a parent.

But one thing that never got easier as a parent, was seeing any of his children in pain. Especially if it was something that he couldn’t easily fix, and all he could do was reassure them that he was there. And this was made even worst when he was taking care of the kids alone, as he didn’t have you to help him when he was freaking out about them being in pain.

The day was going smoothly so far; he had been alone with all six children for at least three hours, and nothing had gone wrong yet. Theo was down for his usual nap, and he’d managed to get all of the children in the garden to burn some energy. It helped him out that Grayson and Poppy were a little older and they could take charge of the games too, as it took a little pressure off of him, so he could also keep an eye on Theo.

They’d taken to playing a game of tag, which was fairly harmless, but Luke had already warned the twins to be careful with Willow, as they tended to forget that she was little and didn’t like playing games as rough as they did. But he trusted them, and knew they’d never intentionally hurt their little sister. At the same time, Theo’s cries had started up through the baby monitor that he had brought into the garden with him. He knew he shouldn’t really leave them unattended, but he trusted Grayson to keep an eye on them, and he’d only be gone for a minute.

“Hi, Teddy. Did you have a good nap? Come here, bubs.” He cooed to the sleepy bundle, lifting him into his arms and resting him again his chest. He kissed his temple, grabbing the blanket from the crib to wrap around Theo’s back, making sure he wouldn’t get too cold when they went outside. “Shall we go see what your brothers and sisters have got up to?”

It wasn’t until he heard a cry of pain, that went straight to his heart and made his blood run cold, that he was suddenly very concerned.

“Daddy! Willow’s hurt!” He heard the voice of Oscar, making him look over in the direction of where his children had ended up, at the other end of the garden, and it was then he noticed that Willow was curled up on the floor and crying. With Willow being his softest baby and the biggest Daddy’s girl out of all of the children, Luke’s heart broke as he made his way over to her, still with Theo in his arms.

“Hey, what’s happened, baby girl? Come here, it’s okay.” He tried to soothe her, even though his heart hadn’t stopped racing since he realised she was hurt. He hoped so badly that it was minor, that he could easily fix it, and that he wouldn’t need to call you and distract you from your day out with a friend. “Gray, can you take Theo?”

He passed his youngest baby into the arms of his oldest child, as he tried to focus on seeing what was wrong with Willow. She was sobbing, almost hyperventilating, and it made his heart ache as he panicked at what could be wrong. “Show Daddy where it hurts, baby.”

“Ouch, daddy.” She kept crying, and his heart hurt more with every word. It wasn’t until he sat her up properly and she yelped out in pain as soon as he touched her arm. She was holding it close to her body, and wouldn’t let him look at it.

“Can I see your arm, Willow? It’s okay, bubs. Just let me look at it.�� His stomach turned at the sight when she reluctantly held it out to him. He wasn’t a doctor, but he didn’t need to be to know that her arm definitely didn’t look right, and a feeling of panic took over him, knowing she’d need to go to the hospital.

He could just about handle looking after six children when he was at home. But taking six children out to a hospital alone, when he knew they’d be waiting around for a long time, was just not going to happen.

“Okay, sweetheart. I’m gonna call Mumma and your Uncle Ash, then we’re gonna go and make sure your arm is okay, yeah? Come here, we’ll go sit inside.” He tried to stay as calm as he could, trying to ignore the sick feeling that had taken over his stomach. He couldn’t help feeling that if he hadn’t gone inside for Theo, and would’ve been watching, it wouldn’t have happened. Kids always had accidents, and he knew that, but he couldn’t ignore the guilt knawing at his mind.

“Is she gonna be okay, Daddy?” Arlo asked, as the rest of his siblings followed Luke back to the house, with Willow in his arms, crying against his shoulder.

“She’s just bumped her arm Arlo. But we’re gonna go get it all fixed up, and she’ll be just fine.” He reassured his son, as much as telling himself that she would be okay.

He got them all settled on the sofas inside, Willow still whimpering into his chest, her uninjured arm wrapped around his shoulder and playing with the curls at the back of his neck to distract herself. Luke pulled out his phone, first dialling Ashton, hoping he was available to watch the kids whilst he took Willow to hospital.

“Luke? Hey, what’s up?” Ashton’s familiar voice came through the phone and it calmed Luke down a little immediately - he felt less alone. He explained the situation, that you were out for the day and he was in charge of the kids, and that Willow had gotten injured. Ashton agreed to head over as soon as he could, leaving Luke only one job, to call you.

“Babe? There’s been a bit of an accident.” He admitted, as soon as you answered the phone.

“An accident? Who? What do you mean, Luke?” You asked, your heart rate increasing immediately at his words.

“They were just playing in the garden and Theo was crying so I went to get him, and I was only gone for a minute, but then I came back and Willow had fallen and landed on her arm.” He explained, his heart heavy as he recalled the events of the last 10 minutes. “I think it’s broken, babe. I’ve called Ashton to take care of the kids whilst we take her to get it checked out.”’

“Oh my god, we need to take her to the hospital. I’m closer to there than home, can I meet you there?” In your heart, you knew they were only children and accidents happened, but you were upset knowing Willow was injured and you weren’t there. The tone of Luke’s voice broke your heart, knowing how guilty he would feel that this happened under his supervision. “She’ll be okay, Lu. And bring Theo with you, we don’t want to end up taking Ashton to hospital too.”

Moments later, Ashton arrived at the door, sensing the stressed atmosphere in the house. “Look whose here, guys! It’s your favourite Uncle.” He was greeted with lots of hugs from his nieces and nephews, but he felt sad seeing Willow hiding against Luke’s shoulder.

“I’ll keep you updated, Ash. Thanks for coming over.” Luke told him the main things he needed to know, but as the twins were old enough to know where everything was and there were no babies left in the house, he knew they’d be fine. He bundled Theo into his car seat, making sure he had everything he needed as well as balancing Willow in his arms, trying not to move her anymore, to avoid causing her anymore discomfort.

She cried more as he settled her into her car seat, gently shushing her and promising that they were going to fix her arm. He felt uncomfortable and anxious the whole car journey, knowing she was in pain, and hating that he couldn’t do much about it. He couldn’t wait to see you - although he felt awful that he had ruined your afternoon with your friend, that you much deserved. He hoped you’d understand, and that you wouldn’t be annoyed at him, even though he felt annoyed at himself.

“There’s my baby.” You felt relieved seeing them enter the hospital waiting room, where you had already signed in to tell them why you were there. It was just a waiting game. Luke handed Willow to you, letting you comfort her as he got a better grip on Theo’s car seat, in which the baby had remained unfazed and managed to fall asleep in. “I already told them why we’re here, Lu. We just have to wait.”

It wasn’t long before her name was called, and the four of you made your way through to the doctors room. She confirmed it was broken, and after painkillers and many more tears, Willow found herself with a yellow cast fitted onto her arm.

“It looks funny, Daddy.” Willow commented, not taking her eyes away from the bright yellow cast that adorned her broken arm. “It feels funny too.”

“I know, baby. But this will make it feel better.”

***

A few hours later, all of the commotion was over, and after the children’s excitement of “wow Willow! Your arm is yellow!” and finally releasing Ashton, you’d managed to get everyone into bed. Luke had wanted Willow to sleep in your bed for the night, wanting to keep an eye on her, and mainly just wanting to hold her - so he knew she was okay. Her pain medication had worked and she had crashed in between the two of you, her head in Luke’s neck.

“She’s okay, Lu.” You reassured him, answering all of the worries in his head, without him saying a word. You could see it all over his face. He felt so guilty, that under his supervision, she had gotten more injured than she had in her whole little life.

“I should’ve been watching them.” He replied quietly, running a hand through her soft curls that were tickling his jaw.

“We have six children, Luke. That’s a lot of kids to handle when there’s two of us, never mind on our own.” You told him, trying to ease the guilt in his mind. “Theo was crying, so you went to get him. If you’d have stayed to watch them, no one would have got Theo. You can’t be everywhere at once, love.”

Your words eased his anxiety, reducing the fears in his mind that he was a terrible dad, and Willow would blame him forever. He felt much better now that she was calmly sleeping against him, no longer in pain.

“We’re both doing the best that we can, Lu. She loves you. She won’t even remember this, I promise.”

He reached over, careful not to jolt Willow, who was using his chest as a pillow. He kissed your lips softly, several times, which always calmed him down. “I love our crazy family. Even if we can’t handle them a lot of the time.”

You laughed softly at his words, and it made you happy to see him smile a little, the worry seeming to leave his expression. “Goodnight, superdad.”

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ashlongbottom · 5 years ago

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hey there demons, it’s me, ya boi asbury coming in with a meme lord bisexual mess of a character. pls sit back and watch as he ruins his own life through various oof moments. he will get a crush on anyone nice to him.

☄ HOMENUM REVELIO ╱ is that ASH LONGBOTTOM? the HOGWARTS alumni is the TWENTY-ONE year old child of NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM & HANNAH ABBOTT. with the rumours of political unrest, it’s not surprising that the ministry is keeping a close eye on everyone, but especially the MUSICIAN, considering that they are known to be quite SUBMISSIVE. but if you ask their friends, you might hear that they have a COMPASSIONATE side to them. according to our records they identify as TRANS MALE (HE/HIM), they HAVE lost their magic. ╲ ASBURY, 25, EST, ELLIOT FLETCHER, THEY/THEM.

tw: panic attack, depression.

Basics:

Name: Ashton “Ash” Frank Longbottom

Former House: Ravenclaw

Career: Musician

Age: 21

Personality:

Positive: Compassionate, warm, humorous

Negative: Submissive, self-destructive, gullible

Biography:

February 29, 2004. Ash was born Alice Marigold Longbottom, named for his grandmother and his father’s love of plants. It was with much relief that he began showing signs of magic right off, such as cracking a vase when a toy was taken away from him as a mere nine-month old. It wasn’t until much later in life that he heard the tales of his father falling from a window before he began displaying signs of magic.

His first visit to St. Mungo’s was at the tender age of two. He was too young to understand why he was there and when they got to the Janus Thickley Ward, he was even more confused. His father had told him that those were his grandparents, though they had no clue that he was their grandchild. They visited once a month after that and in his adult life, Ash keeps on with the tradition.

His parents had once shared a flat provided to them at Hogwarts, until they got news that Hannah was pregnant and they moved into a house in Hogsmeade. Ash grew up watching his father in the herbology shop. From a young age, instead of pressing his face against the window of Gladrags and admiring the clothes, Ash longed for the instruments inside Dominic Maestro’s. The sound of music just called out to him and once he was old enough, they explored almost every store in Hogsmeade.

Despite having wandered the hallowed halls of Hogwarts in the summer on more than one occasion, it all looked so foreign to Ash once he was there as a student, in his nondescript robes. Even after getting sorted into his house (Ravenclaw, to everyone’s surprise), he still felt like there was a disconnect. He didn’t belong, he was an outsider from the people he should be friends with. He could see his parents but that only made things worse. He wasn’t being excluded, but he felt isolated.

During his first year at Hogwarts, he began to work through his self imposed isolation. He discovered that he preferred to hang out with boys than with girls, he figured out that he felt envious of the other boys, especially the older ones. They were more angular, with sharper jaws and less softness to them. Staring at the older girls felt like a brick sitting on his chest. He had his first panic attack that night and hid behind a statute, hyperventilating until he could get himself under control.

The rest of that year, Ash wasn’t the person his parents had known. He’d always been open with them, telling them everything but that year, he entered a dark place that he didn’t know how to get out of alone. Unfortunately, he didn’t know how to ask for help either. That dark place lasted a very long time, with the days where the sun shone through, even for a fraction of a second, were far and few between. It was lonely but Ash had gotten very comfortable being alone. It was one of the best and worst things about the void he’d gotten stuck in. It felt like home after awhile.

By the end of his third year, he had figured out why he felt different, but there wasn’t a word for it. He didn’t vocalize it to anyone until December of his fourth year, sitting at a table in the Three Broomsticks with his parents. It wasn’t even intentional. His mother called him Allie and his nerves finally snapped. Very rarely had he lost his temper with his parents but it was bad this time and he left with his food wholly untouched. He’d almost made it to the Shrieking Shack by the time his parents caught up with him. It was there he explained that his entire body felt wrong, that he felt like he couldn’t breathe, ever, and he hated his name. It was too ... feminine. They could have matched his energy, yelled and snapped and gotten frustrated but they didn’t. Hannah had looked at Neville and Neville had looked at Hannah before asking, “What do you want to be called?”

Ashton wasn’t his first choice. He’d gone through a lot of other names (Dalton, Felix, Caleb, Noah), through his school years. None of them had felt right, until he actually started listening to what his dad said when he went off on plant tangents. Usually he tuned them out but something compelled him to listen. His middle name at birth had been after a plant and his first name after his grandmother. Why not change it so his first name now was after a plant and his middle name after his grandfather. They legally had it changed as his seventeenth birthday present. There would be no more changing it but it didn’t matter. Ash was happy.

Playing music wasn’t supposed to be a career but it worked out that way. Muggle coffee shops had called out to him and he found himself drawn there once he was able to get there on his own. He has a phone and enjoys muggle music, although the phone is a bit of a waste. He only uses it to get in contact with places he could play some day and hopefully get a record deal. Admittedly, it’s not much of a living and the conversion rate from pounds to galleons was awful but he was happy. Ash would rather be happy and broke than rich and miserable.

Losing his powers, though? That wasn’t supposed to happen. He’s not entirely reliant on magic, as part of his life is spent in muggle London and he’s grown accustomed to taking a bus places and doing things the old fashioned way, but it feels like repression. Like that brick on his chest is back, the familiar feeling is sinking in again. Except this time, he can’t get out of it. There’s nothing Ash can do to get his powers back. The game right now is keeping his head above water and praying he doesn’t lose.

Headcanons:

He got his first guitar for his thirteenth birthday. His parents had bought it for him when the realized that he still looked at Dominic’s over Christmas break and that the music almost brought a smile to his face again. A real smile, not the fake one he’d plastered on so as not to worry anyone. It distracted him, gave him an outlet for his emotions and it was only then did he begin to process what he was feeling.

He would play his guitar for his grandparents every once in awhile, because it brought a smile to his face and to theirs. Even if they didn’t know who he was, they could still enjoy the music.

His name is legally Ashton only because his mother said that Ash Frank didn’t sound right. If he elongated it, he could still go by the nickname and it would have a good flow.

Spending a portion of his time in the muggle world gave him more insight but it also gave him more confusion. No one ever really knew where magic came from or how it worked, especially him. He just knew it did. Muggle surgery, however, he understood. Because of that, he’s still pre-op and will be until he can save up enough muggle money to pay for it himself.

His dysphoria is very bad most days, given that he hasn’t transitioned. He’s never been with another person, or even taken his shirt off in front of them. The only saving grace is the fact that he’s on testosterone and the effects it’s had on him.

He moved in to the flat above the Leaky Cauldron, as his parents had once when they were newlyweds. He helps manage the place every once in awhile as payment and plays there some nights.

He forgets how to take care of himself. If his dysphoria is bad enough or the depression creeps back in, he’ll end up curled up in bed all day, trying and failing to channel his emotions into his music. The most he’s ever gone without eating is four days, because his mom hadn’t seen or heard from him in that time and assumed the worst, so she ended up at his door.

His arms are often covered with marker scribbles, reminding himself to eat, to drink water, to stop wearing his binder for a couple hours and give his lung a chance to breathe. The first two, he’ll do with reminders but he almost never takes his binder off. He’s well aware that it’s very bad to wear it all the time but he goes as far as to sleep with it on most nights.

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takemealivelh · 6 years ago

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4,12&14 with Luke for the enemies to lovers prompts pls

4. “I’d rather blow a chainsaw.”12. “I know I’m an asshole, but my life really is better with you in it.”14. “you’re so annoying… just kiss me, already.”

WHOAAA this turned out long but I enjoyed writing it!! I hope you like it :)

“Blow him already, please. We can’t stand his horny ass much longer”

“I’d rather blow a chainsaw”

The room burst into laughter, I smiled to myself when I saw Luke roll his eyes. Calum brought his hands to his face, almost wheezing. Ashton laughed harder when he saw his soulmates reaction. We were all pretty buzzed by now, partying with the 5SOS boys and our mutual friends was always fun. Well… sort of.

“It’s been like 2 years, mate. When is this ridiculous fight going to end?” I heard Michael talk to Luke in the kitchen as they grabbed more beers from the fridge. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I was always curious about what Luke would say about me, we weren’t exactly the biggest fan of each other.

“Listen,” Luke huffed, “I apologized, she kept on being a dick. I’m not going to just sit there and pretend like I enjoy her company, alright? Because I don’t.”

When I first met the boys, I was doing a small tour on a recording label. Summer job. I was getting paid to show tourists the great musicians that had recorded and performed in the several studios. I liked it.

Before my contract ended, I met this Australian band that was around my age and shared similar taste in music. We had lunch together a few times and they invited me over for rehearsal sessions when they saw me waiting for the next group to show around.

The first time we partied together, it got messy.

“Let’s play assumptions!” Ashton yelled, downing the fourth shot of the night. He assumed I was an only child, Michael assumed I changed schools a lot growing up, Calum assumed I was a night owl, and Luke assumed I was a snob.

“I don’t know why,” he laughed after setting the beer bottle on the table, “you look like the kind of girl I would’ve hated back in school. Like, you think you’re always right and that your opinion is the only valid one.”

I get that he was drunk, I also get that he didn’t know me. He didn’t know that that particular subject was extremely sensitive for me. I always gave myself shit for being too judgemental, too critical, too much of a perfectionist. I hated being that way, it made me feel like a bad person. I wasn’t at peace with my own personality, so when he called me out like that it hurt so much more. I never forgave him and we kept this passive-aggressive fight going.

The fact that he seemed to get more good-looking as time went by pissed me off so much more.

“Luke! Listen, mate,” I felt Calum’s arm around my shoulders and Ashton’s quickly followed, holding my waist. They were so drunk. “Everyone’s going out to the club, you wanna come? Michael, I know you need to be up early tomorrow, so we’re not inviting ya”

“Are you coming with us?” Ashton practically yelled into my ear as Luke shook his head and said he was tired, that he was gonna crash Mike’s place tonight.

“Yeah, sure. You wanna crash here too?” Michael searched for my attention, I guess he could see me growing annoyed by the drunken idiots by my sides.

I was pretty exhausted myself.

“Don’t hog the blanket”

“I am not”

Luke laid next to me on the sofa bed, we were both still completely dressed, surrounded by empty bottles and junk food wrappers. Everyone that crashed had already taken the beds, so we were stuck with each other, alone in the dark living room. It wasn’t such an unusual scenario, though. Our fighting seemed to amuse the others, they liked pairing us just to watch us bicker. We had grown accustomed to each other’s presence.

“Yeah, you are. C’mon, I’m fucking cold”

“Bring a thicker sweater next time”

I flipped on my side to face a whiny Luke, he had the blanket caught in between his legs. “You are a toddler, Hemmings. Grow up.”

“Look who’s talking,” he whispered, “you can’t forgive me for a stupid thing I said two years ago.”

The silence in the room made his words that more prominent. I knew he was right, but my ego was stronger. “Sucks to be you, huh?” I teased.

Luke’s groan echoed in my ears, “I don’t even know why I keep trying, alright? You’re impossible. Goodnight.” He turned his back to me and curled into a ball, hoarding every bit of the only blanket we had. I rolled my eyes and inched closer to him, he tried to shake me off but I persisted. He smelled like booze and soap. His curls fell behind his ear, I could hear his breathing, could sense his tense muscles.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured against his ear, resting my head against the crook of his neck. He smelled so good. “I know I’m an asshole, but my life really is better with you in it.”

Luke didn’t move, “you’re lying,” I heard him say.

But I wasn’t. It was true that I wanted the blanket, but I also couldn’t picture my life without him. Not without the snarky comebacks, the eye-rolls, the disguised care. When he handed me the last cookie, when I called his phone when he lost it, when he pranked called my sister because I was sad, when I drove him to the doctor because no one else could.

I didn’t reply to his statement, but I lingered there. My chest against his back, my breathing against his shoulder. His body seemed to relax and we stayed like that for a while, saying nothing, until he shifted and was again facing me. “You are so irritating,” he whispered, eyes hovering mine.

“I know”

“And loud”

“Yes,” I agreed.

“But you’re not a snob. And you’re not arrogant”

“You never called me arrogant”

“You are so annoying,” he shook his head. Our faces were close enough to feel each other’s movements, the light batting of the eyelashes, the small sounds of lips parting.

I felt my heart jump quickly up to my throat, “just kiss me already”

He didn’t even hesitate.

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bxcketbarnes · 6 years ago

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Nicknames

Pairing: Calum Hood/Reader

Words: 1436

Author’s Note: Anon has requested... Okay could I maybe get something where you’re dating Calum but you’re nervous to call him Cal? Bc to me nicknames are like super personal and I’m nervous to use a family/ close friend nickname if I’m not super close w them? Idk. And one day you accidentally call him Cal and he fucking loves it and he’s speechless for a sec and ur super insecure bc you think he’s mad&u apologize bc ur like “it’s a reserve nickname” whatev but he tells you he loves it and just like... fluffy fluff fluff pls? and I have delivered! I hope this is how you wanted it to be like and I apologize if I strayed too far from what you’re expecting! Hope y’all enjoy :) xox

Calum and I were a fairly new couple. We've been seeing each other for almost three months. A part of me wishes we could be closer than we are… maybe? I mean, he tells me all about the album they're making right now and that's super personal, right? Maybe it's just me.

I sit on the couch in my apartment, chewing on my fingernails as I was deep in thought about our relationship.

“Y/N, it's your first relationship,” your best friend, Cat, starts and you glance towards the brunette, “it's normal to have doubts and concerns. I just think you should talk to Cal about it.”

I groan, a bit envious on how she can freely call him Cal. Never once in our friendship or relationship have I called him that. I know basically everyone does, but to me, nicknames like that are super personal. It's something I've always thought about.

“I just… I don't wanna bring this up with them writing their new album. He needs to focus on that,” I mumble sadly, letting out a huff of breath.

Before Cat had the chance to speak my phone rings, the ringtone I set for Calum blaring. I pick up my phone, answering it immediately. “Hey, you.”

“Hey, baby. Whatcha up to?”

I glance towards my best friend and she gives me a thumbs up. “Just hanging out with, Cat. How was your writing session?” I ask, tucking a strand behind my ear.

“It was great! Got a lot done,” I could hear the smile in his voice and a small smile came to my lips. “Do you wanna come over?”

My lips part for a few seconds before bringing my bottom lip between my teeth. “U-Uh, yeah. Yeah, I'd love to. Let me just get ready and I'll be over in ten minutes,” I tell him.

“Alright, cutie. See you soon,” Calum almost whispers and I nod, bidding each other goodbye before hanging up.

I set my phone on the arm of the chair, glancing towards Cat. “I'm going over to his house,” I mumble to her, feeling the nerves heighten.

“That's great! Now you can talk to him. It's fate, darling. You’ll be fine. The boy likes you so much,” she informs me and I nod my head as she gets up to leave. “I'll see you later!”

The front door closed and I sat still on the couch, staring blankly at the carpet. I snap out of my daze, pushing myself up to grab a few things before heading to Calum's.

I slowly bring my fist up, softly knocking on his door before waiting. Shuffling could be heard around inside as I chuckle, imagining him tripping over stuff while trying to answer the door. The heavy wooden object opens, Calum standing in the doorway with a large smile on his lips.

“Hey, beautiful,” he greets before leaning down to press a quick kiss to my lips.

My cheeks blush, still not used to him kissing me. “Hey, handsome,” I grin and he moves to the side to invite me in.

“I picked up some takeout on the way back. I thought we could eat and just talk? I feel like I haven't seen or talked to you in a week,” Calum mumbles as we head to the small kitchen table and we sit across from each other.

The two of us began to eat in silence for a bit before I decide to speak up. “So, there's this festival at the beach in San Diego next weekend and uh I got two tickets if you wanna come with me?” I ask, not mentioning the part where I bought the second ticket specifically for him.

Calum nods while he finishes chewing the chicken in his mouth. “Yeah, I heard about that. Ashton and Michael said they were going,” he informs me and I frown a bit, hoping I could get some alone time with him.

“O-Oh. Are you going with them? I-I can find someone else it's no big deal, Calum,” I wave my hand to try to make it seem it's okay. His large hand lands on mine, his thumb smoothing over the back of my hand.

“I'm not going with them. There happens to be this lovely, beautiful girl I'm seeing who asked me first,” he grins and my heart flutters as a big smile came to my lips.

My fork toys with the chicken on my plate, not being able to get rid of the smile on my lips. “Uhm,” I start, feeling a bit nervous while trying to sound confident, “ca-can it be a date?”

“Did you just ask me on a date?” He asks, getting up from his chair. My eyes widen a bit as I wonder what he's doing. Calum steps towards me, leaning down slightly before pressing the back of his hand to my forehead. “What are you? Sick?”

I scoff, playfully glaring at him as he chuckles and removes his hand from my face. “No! We just haven't been out alone together in over a month,” I mention and Calum nods, grabbing my hand before leading me into the living room.

He sits down on the couch, pulling me on top of him. I can feel my cheeks warm as I straddle his waist, my hands resting on his shoulders. “I'm sorry,” he apologizes and I shake my head.

“No, it's okay. I understand that you're busy. It's okay,” I reassure while combing my fingers through his hair. Calum brought his hand to my face, pushing some hair behind my ear before pulling my head down to press our lips together.

My heart thumps rapidly in my chest as I kiss him back, his hands moving to rest on my waist. “I promise to take you out more often. You deserve so much.”

Calum and I have been at the festival for almost two hours now. Dua Lipa just got off stage and there was a fifteen-minute intermission before Imagine Dragons come on.

My back rests against Calum’s chest as his hands are entwined with mine. He moves his face to the crook of my neck, pressing small kisses to the warm skin.

Today has been amazing. The two of us are enjoying the day to ourselves, even though we love to hang out with the guys.

“You thirsty, babe?” He suddenly asks and I tilt my head up, giving him a small smile.

“I could go for a margarita, Cal,” I slip out. Calum’s lips part, his brown eyes widening. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, turning around to face him as I was about to ask what was wrong when I realized what I called him. “I-I’m sorry, Calu-”

He cuts me off by holding his hand up. I instantly close my mouth, swallowing the lump in my throat as I take a couple steps back. Is he mad? Goddamnit, Y/N. Tears well up in my eyes as my lips move, trying to form some sort of sentence.

“Say that again,” he whispers, reaching out to grab my hand.

My breath hitches in my throat as he pulls me close to his body. “W-What?”

“Call me Cal again,” Calum mutters, his eyes looking down at me as goosebumps spread on my arms.

“C-Cal,” I say slowly, looking into his beautiful brown eyes the entire time.

He brings one of his bottom lips between his teeth, his fingers dipping under my shirt and rubbing my skin. “That sounds so good coming from your lips,” Calum confesses and a ragged breath leaves my lips.

“You're… you're okay with me calling you Cal?” I ask and his bushy eyebrows furrow together in confusion.

“Of course. You're my girlfriend. Why wouldn't I be?” He counters and I shrug my shoulders a bit, fiddling with my fingers.

“It's just… I always thought nicknames were personal and I don't usually use people's nicknames if I'm not close to them. I-I know it sounds stupid because we're together but I don't know. It's something I've always done,” I explain, stuttering quite a bit.

Calum brings his hand to my face, resting under my chin as he lifts it. “That's so adorable. You can call me Cal. I honestly love the way it sounds coming from you,” he chuckles, his fingers gliding up my jaw.

I smile softly, my hand resting on his forearm. “What did I do to deserve you, Cal?” I ask him and he just shakes his head, dipping down to press a short kiss to my lips.

“I should be the one asking you that, sweetheart.”

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flannelpunkcalum · 6 years ago

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Ok ok but Ashton being usually so Dom and hard being completely whipped for the reader? Like they meet because she now works for their touring company and get closer and closer to one another and Ashton just is completely head over heels and so giggly and happy go lucky and so fucking whipped for the reader? But then when the sexual tension gets too much he fucks her roughly on the bus right after a show? Pls

ooh and when he finally gets her alone everything just comes crashing down all at once and he’s got you lifted up on some dressing room counter with your legs wrapped around his waist and his hand tangled in your hair when someone knocks on the door and says there’s two more minutes and Ashton just pulls away and you’re both panting and looking at each other for a long moment before he fumbles in his jacket and finds the key to his hotel room and he just goes “I want you waiting for me” before dashing out the door trying to readjust

#this came in after my cutoff so it's a little short i'm sorry #my writing #alpha!ashton #ai smut #omega!reader #abo blurb night #requested #Anonymous

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dontstopisagoodsongchangemymind · 6 years ago

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Find You

Word Count: 1,740

Warning: None!!

Requested by: anon (I loved this idea sosososo much so thank you! Pls keep sending me requests and I hope you guys like this!)

A/N: also a BIG thank you to @whatmakesmehappyy for helping me thru the nightmare that is the proofreading process ily so much 💕❤️💕

Michael pulls on his ripped blue jeans and slips a cream-colored sweater over his head. You sit on the edge of the bed watching him get dressed. Before he can walk over to his suitcase to look for a beanie, you circle your arms around his waist and pull him back onto the bed with you. Michael yells out as his back hits the mattress, and you laugh as you roll on top of him to straddle his waist and pin his wrists to the bed.

He smiles up at you while wriggling under your hold unsuccessfully, “Baby,” Michael whines, “I’m already late. I’ve got to go.”

You sigh but roll off his chest, not wanting to be the reason he gets in trouble with their tour manager again. Even though you freed him, you frown while he slides a beanie the same cream color as his sweater over his hair. He grins at your playful guilt-tripping, “Do not make the sad eyes at me. You know I can’t say no to that face.”

You drop the pouting, “I know, I know. I just wish you had more time to see the city with me. I was excited to take those dumb touristy pictures with you in front of the Eiffel Tower.”

Michael’s eyes go soft at your words, and his hand cups your cheek to lift your face to his. He presses a kiss to your forehead, “We can always come back and take them after the tour is over. For now, you can scope out all the places for us to come back to.”

You bring both hands up to rest on either side of Michael’s neck, your thumbs running over the stubble on his jaw, “Do you promise?”

Michael looks into your eyes and utters a quiet, “I do,” against your lips before kissing you.

You can’t keep from grinning into the kiss so, when your lips no longer cooperate, Michael’s mouth moves to kiss as much exposed skin as he can. He lands kisses all over your face, despite you shaking from laughter, and then ducks to your neck to press his lips underneath your jaw. When your eyes flutter closed and your giggles turn to a breathy sigh, Michael pulls away and has the last laugh at your irritated expression.

“Really? You’re going to tease me now?” you ask rhetorically.

“I’m sorry, you just make it too easy,” he laughs, winking at you before grabbing his phone off of the dresser sat against the wall.

You follow him to the door leading to the hotel hallway, and he pulls you into a hug, “I’ll see you at the venue, yeah? Just call me when you’re done, and I’ll have someone pick you up.”

Your arms squeeze Michael a little tighter before letting go, “Got it,” you say, leaning in for a kiss.

“I’ll miss you!” he calls, walking down the hall to the elevators.

“Yeah, yeah,” you mumble with a smirk, still bitter about him teasing you.

Michael ignores your snub and shouts from the elevator doors, “Love you!”

His persistence draws a laugh from you, “I love you, too,” you yell back.

The door closes and you finish getting ready before heading down to the hotel lobby. You spot the friendly English-speaking woman at the front desk, who had checked you and Michael in the night before and ask her for recommendations on places to visit in the city. She excitedly tells you about a neighborhood that not only has the best vintage shops and cafes but also has the most beautiful architecture in Paris. You thank her after she gives you a metro map circling the stop you need to get off and make your way down the street to the station.

***

Michael received lots of eye rolls and stern looks once he made it to the hotel lobby that morning. He knew he deserved it, though, once the busy day of interviews and radio show appearances began. Luckily, his being late didn’t cause too much overlap in the band’s schedule, but it left them rushing in and out of cars and buildings all morning.

“Finally,” Michael thinks, as he and the rest of the band file into another van to head to the venue for some down time before soundcheck.

Having a moment to himself, Michael decides to check in on your exploring. He grabs his phone to enter the passcode and is confused when it doesn’t work. His stomach drops once the lock screen shows his own face staring back at him. He searches his other pocket until he finds his actual phone and pulls it out.

“Fuck,” Michael groans amongst the confined car, realizing he mistakenly grabbed your phone along with his this morning.

All the boys turn to look at him, “What?” Calum asks, concerned by the look on Michael’s face.

“I took Y/N’s phone with me by accident and now I don’t know where she is,” Michael says, his head falling forward in frustration.

Ashton chimes in, “I’m sure she’s fine. I doubt she made it out of the lobby without realizing it was gone,” he laughs.

Michael nods but can’t relax until he knows for sure. Luke pats Michael’s knee as it bounces furiously out of anxiety. Luke calls to the front of the car, “Hey, let’s stop at the hotel first, all right?”

The driver agrees and, as soon as they pull up to the hotel, Michael hurries up to his room. While the rest of the band waits for him in the idled car, Ashton calls their crew to see if you were already waiting for Michael at the venue. Each phone call was the same, no one had heard from you or seen you at the venue. The boys anxiously watch the entrance to the hotel, hoping to see you walk through the doors with Michael. When Michael reappears and jogs across the parking lot alone, the rest of the band look at each other in fear.

“She’s not here, must be at the venue,” he mumbles, slamming the van door shut behind him.

Michael looks up to see the tension on his friends’ faces, “What?” he asks.

“Mike,” Ashton sighs, “I just called and Y/N isn’t at the venue. No one’s seen her.”

Michael’s eyes go wide, and he takes a deep breath, trying to hold himself together enough to find you, “Okay, well, what do we do now?” he asks the group.

***

You spent the morning walking through the streets of Paris, thoroughly enjoying all the shops and cafes recommended to you earlier. When you had browsed every store and eaten as many pastries as you could, you brought your camera out to capture the beautiful scenery around you. You snapped photos of every place that caught your eye so Michael could keep his promise when you both returned to France.

Once you grow tired of walking, you figure it must be time to head to the venue to meet the boys. You slip the camera strap over your neck to free your hands and dig through your bag for your phone. A sigh pushes past your lips when you don’t immediately find it. You plop your bag down on a bench and angrily search through it. You check every corner with no luck, and your heart starts racing as you slap each pocket on your body hoping your phone will appear.

When it doesn’t, you look around you in hopes of seeing a metro station nearby. Again, no luck. Pedestrians pass you speaking in thick accents, and you realize your knowledge of French begins and ends at ordering food. You try to keep a clear head and not panic before you spot a taxi down the block. You grab your things and hurry to the cab, hoping he speaks at least some English.

“Bonjour!” you say through the driver’s window.

The man politely greets you but is unsure how to continue after hearing your American accent.

“I’m sorry, I don’t speak French,” you smile apologetically.

The man responds in French, also seemingly giving you a sorry expression. You think for a moment until you remember the one phrase both of you will understand, “Eiffel Tower?” you ask with more confidence.

“Yes!” he smiles at you excitedly, and you return the gesture before jumping in the back of the cab.

The ride to the Eiffel Tower is quiet, due to having reached the amount of conversation possible with your cab driver. Your plan is to find more English-speaking tourists who can help you find your way to the venue. Although, once you arrive at the park in front of the tower, you put your mission on hold to take more photos. Walking around the path surrounding the grass, you stare in awe at the skyscraping monument at the end of the park before bringing the camera lens to your face and capturing the photo.

You keep the lens against your eye as you take in all the tourists smiling for their own photos. Your hands stop the camera when you spot a man wearing a cream-colored beanie with tufts of pale pink hair sticking out from the sides. You turn the corner of the path and grin at the sight of Michael standing next to a bench, frantically scanning the crowd on the green. You walk up behind him without catching his attention and say, “Excuse me, do you mind if I borrow your phone?”

Michael whips around at the sound of your voice, and you laugh at the relief on his face. He pulls you into a hug so tight that it almost becomes painful, and he says into your ear, “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I took your phone this morning by mistake.”

You rub Michael’s back as he holds you, “It’s okay, babe. I’m glad I didn’t lose it myself on the metro,” you chuckle.

He pulls back to grab your face between his hands, “It’s not okay. I was so worried about you,” he sighs.

Before you can respond, you hear loud cheers approaching from behind as the band catches up to you and Michael. The three of them crash into both of you as they all envelop you in a hug. Once they let you go, you look up at Michael again and smile, “At least we got to see the Eiffel Tower together after all.”

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