#since im seeing 5sos today

[thruheavenandhighwater]

5 years ago 🥺 I miss them so much I could cry

[erelavent]

I have loved 5SOS since I was like 13 and Im even going to see them in August this year. So I've been a fan for 11 years, but I haven't actually been in the fandom since like 2017. So imagine my SHOCK when I find out that Michael is going to be a father to a whole ass human being today. And apparently Luke is married?

[bananashemmo]

When We Collide (Part 36)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Masterlist: Here

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand

When We Collide on Wattpad

“They say late night snacks are the best.”

Looking over your shoulder by the sound of Luke’s voice you looked down at the bag of cinnamon crackers. They had been hidden in one of the cabinets but you had easily figured out where it was. 

“I was only supposed to take one... It was kind of a spontaneous thing.” You looked up at the clock striking past 2.59 P.M but you weren’t even close to be tired.

“Sharing is caring.” He smiled gently and took a seat on the bar chair next to you, he had been up for a while you had noticed from the crack of light of his office door. 

You looked carefully down at the back of cinnamon crackers and gave him one.

You had been up for god knows how long. It was a constant battle of how many times you could pay a visit to the bathroom it was like she was kicking your bladder every third second.

No matter what you did every time you turned in bed she would be right there ready to press and within seconds the sensation of not being able to hold it in came.

You had been grumpily standing up for the fifth town and now it wasn’t even possible to sleep. You were wide awake. 

The lights had been one in the hallway as you slumped out of the bed while being wrapped up in a white bathrobe. Inside you were wearing shorts and a t-shirt but it was more comfortable being covered in what could be close to a blanket.

You could tell that Luke was awake. The lights wouldn’t be on for nothing and it was actually a nice sight to know that he was awake.

It meant that he was finally recovering from his pneumonia. 

It had been long nights where he wasn’t able to do anything. You could tell that for once in his life he was being tested because no matter what he did he was told to relax. Not really something you could say to a guy like Luke.

But the last couple of days he had been recovering so well. He was starting to look fresh, he woke up early instead of staying in his bed all day and he was finally ready to go back to work.

He just needed to get over with this weekend and everything would go back to normal. 

You almost felt as if you had been working for two. Besides showing up a few times to check on everything he had literally ordered you to have four eyes instead of two.

It really showed that he didn’t have much trust in his best friend Michael. 

And it wasn’t that things were doing so well on stage. You had gotten so forward in the script people were starting to feel restless and most probably because Luke hadn’t finished one of the last scenes of the movie. 

It was what kept him up at nights currently. 

There was something about him that showed even if he was relaxed he was still stressed. He was really trying his best to make it done as fast as possible and this was one of those nights where he did it. 

Normally you would walk into his office just to show that you were awake as well. It had become a habit of some sort to meet randomly during the nights, eating cookies at 3 A.M and speaking about everything and nothing.

“These aren’t even good.” You mumbled with crumbs appearing on your lips. 

He looked down at the package and took it from your hands to check the date. 

“Made in 2015. I don’t think these are good for any human.” He shook his head in disbelief and quickly threw the package into the trashcan.

Your mouth twisted and you stuck your tongue out regretting deeply you took a bite. They still tasted like cinnamon but they were dry like wood and you had to chew for hours before you would be able to swallow.

Spitting it out in the sink Luke laughed quietly at you and opened one of the drawers.

“Why have you even kept them if they expired years back?” You questioned with a furrowed eyebrow and cleaned your tongue with a napkin. 

“Because I don’t really search for all the cookies we have in the cabinets to the last bit where you almost can’t get out again because of the bump.”

By the mention of your bump you looked down to notice crumbs appearing on the top of it. Being so big now meant you could barely do anything on your own, and eating meant spilling on the top of it all the time. 

“I was just trying to find something great.” You shrugged and watched him pull out a package that looked fresher. 

“You definitely are the searcher.” He smiled and leaned over for you to grab one.

It was a satisfied expression that came to your face once a new and fresh cookie was in your hand. In fact, you were almost drooling all over yourself because the sight was heaven.

He laughed when you took the cookies out of his hands and watched him place the bag on the counter for you to take more. 

You stood chewing and grabbed an empty glass ready to fill it up with some cranberry juice. 

“You still got bladder problems?” He observed and you shrugged.

You knew it was something many pregnant women got as the months progressed. You weren’t sure if you actually had cystitis but there was definitely something going on. 

“I’m not really sure I just drink it because all the pre moms on the internet say so. They say it would prevent against bacteria or something like that.” You shook your head not really knowing where you were heading with your sentence.

“Whatever makes you feel good and alright.” He nodded his head and headed over to walk towards the stairs that lead to his office.

“Goodnight.” 

“Goodnight." You whispered back and held the glass carefully to your chest.

That was what he did at times. Randomly showing up in The middle of the night when he could hear you were awake. 

Just to make sure everything was perfect and okay. 

You tumbled back towards the stairs with a handful of cookies and your cranberry juice. You stopped in track when you felt the sensation again. She was kicking and there was no in between. 

You needed to use the bathroom again. 

It was like she was having so much fun with it. She just liked to kick at random times and tonight was not any different. 

After placing the cookies on your nightstand along with the cranberry juice you hurried out to pee. It was like your new favorite spot in the apartment because it was the only place where you mostly hung out.

It was the first thing you did in the morning and the last thing you did before going to bed.

The more you spent in the bathroom the more you started to realize what was going to happen. It was like the place where reality hit the most because it was where all the baby stuff was so far. 

Some were left unpacked in the nursery but it still wasn’t something Luke and you had spent some time on.

Mostly because he was working so hard and when he wasn’t at the office he would be at the studio and if he wasn’t at the studio he was out doing promotion. And now when he finally had the time to do something he was left sick in his bed and trying to recover. 

Sometimes you just wanted to start on the project yourself but in the end you knew you couldn’t do it because of the bump. It was too hard to bend down and besides Luke had expressed how much he wanted to be a part it. 

You stopped in front of the sink after taking a turn at the toilet and looked into the mirror.

Your reflection had changed so much. The clothes you were wearing were somehow tight and it was something that had been worn loosely before all of this. 

You couldn’t even count how much clothes you had ruined trying to wear it over the bump. In the end you had given up wearing your old clothes because it was pointless and only seemed to ruin everything.

It was a luck Luke had managed to buy a pack of maternity clothes you could wear for the last two months. 

Not that everything was completely ruined. Loose sweaters and large hoodies were something you could still wear but when you headed for work and needed to be more fancy you were left with lack of clothing. 

You washed your hands and took a look at the little bathtub you had bought a couple of days ago. 

It wasn’t something you had put into much thought into but it had to be functional. You had been reading your baby book for the last couple of days and when you thought about it you were pretty scared to bath her. 

Not because it seemed scary overall but because you were afraid of drowning her.

The last couple of days you had seriously considered how you would be able to handle being a mother. 

There were so many small things you needed to consider and handle. How you needed to deal everything how you wanted to be a role model and how you wanted to raise her. 

It wasn’t depression that had hit you but you were starting to grow insanely nervous and Luke had noticed.

Every time he asked if something was wrong you would always shrug it off but it was obvious it wasn’t the truth. 

You just didn’t want to come face with the fact you were starting to get more scared than him.

Some days were better than others. It was the reason why you had borrowed so many books from the libraries because you wanted to be as prepared as you possibly could. You needed to know how to handle every situation. 

You knew it was just worries and you would get over it. But maybe it was the reason why you were left thinking about it in the first place.

Every mother would go through this situation. But in the end, when and after giving birth, it would all come naturally. 

You ran a hand through your hair and yawned carefully. Your hair was in a messy bun on the top of your head but since you were going back to bed you just shrugged it off. 

Walking out of the bathroom after shutting the lights you placed a cookie in your mouth and took a sip from the juice. After staying awake for a good twenty minutes now you realized that you couldn’t even sleep now.

It was days like these you actually hated because it meant getting up in the morning would be a pain. 

But there was no way you could sleep now.

You stood for a moment considering what to do. You could walk back into the kitchen and look for some more food, maybe you had leftovers from yesterday which Luke had not eaten.

Or maybe you could watch a movie on Netflix in the living room and fall asleep to the sounds. 

Wherever your ideas lead you it wouldn’t be in your bed. 

Stumbling back into the hallway you had direction towards the living room. You had no idea what movie to put on but it was what your mind was on. Well, until you walked past Luke’s office.

He was having his door ajar, giving you a small peak into the room.

He was sitting with his head over the desk, a hand in his hair almost frustrated but he still sat silent with his eyes focused on his papers. 

He wasn’t saying a word but you could tell that he was having a thousand sentences in his head. It was the way his eyes were flickering in thoughts that made you realize he was some way stuck. 

You weren’t even supposed to disturb but just by having you close he could feel your presence.

Looking up from his desk you almost felt you had been caught in the act. A blush came to your cheeks quickly and you wanted to turn around before he said something.

“What are you doing?” He asked simply, not with a stern tone or anything just very quiet.

You sighed softly and looked between the living room and him. You weren’t supposed to sneak up at him but you were just so curious as to what was going on you couldn’t let your feet walk you away. 

Opening the door fully to get inside of his office you took the small steps that lead to the front of his desk.

“Sleepless?” He questioned already knowing what was going on and you nodded your head in agreement. 

He leaned over to grab the other chair standing over by the large windows and pushed it towards his desk. The invitation was enough for you and you took a seat next to him. 

“Your daughter is keeping me awake.” You mumbled and he smiled instantly. 

“Just shows she’s a true Hemmings. Always staying awake to get the business done.”

“What kind of business is going on in my stomach?” You asked with a raised eyebrow and he chuckled lightly. 

“Financial growth and business economics.” He said like it was nothing and looked down at his papers again.

Your eyes widened by his words along with your eyebrows. When you became quiet he smiled again and looked up at you carefully.

“Or maybe she just likes to keep her mother awake.”

“I think it’s the last one.” You stated with a wink in the eye and he nodded his head in agreement.

His attention went back to the papers and once they were scanned with one glance you could tell they weren’t about anything he had just mentioned. Adam and Julia were messily written on the top of it and it was easy to assume it was an upcoming script.

You could tell he went back to the state where he was trying to figure out how to sort out his thoughts properly. 

“What are you thinking about?” The question was a bit obvious but you thought sharing what he was minding about could turn into something great.

He looked over at you with a blank expression on his face and pressed the pencil into his chin harder.

“It’s uh-, it’s the scene where Julia tries her utter best to gain back Adam’s trust and get his visibility back.” He mentioned and looked back at the papers as if what he was saying was a bit stupid. 

You nodded your head and wanted him to continue so he did.

“I don’t really know how to grasp this scene. It’s like, supposed to be one of the most memorizing ones from the story. Like, I want the moment to be special but there’s just something about it that feels it isn’t supposed to be like that? You get what I mean?”

“Somehow.” You managed to say and looked down at how far he was with it. 

“It’s like at one point I want it to be special and at the other I want it to be basic. I want it to be simple and I want it to embrace how the character of Adam is. I don’t want it to be something huge because that isn’t how he is.”

“Maybe you should do it to something huge. I think when you look at people they all see appreciation from others differently. Some needs a full party and gifts while others just need a congratulation to feel great. You get where I’m at?”

You folded your hands together and hovered over the desk as far as the bump could possibly allow you.

He nodded his head in agreement and looked down at the papers along with you. 

“Julia doesn’t need to prove anything with all the things she possibly gets. Even the smallest word can mean the world to someone as long as it’s carrying all the emotions it possibly can. You know, that exact moment where you know the truth is coming out from someone because in real life it can be so hard to trust the other person. You need that kind of prove from someone and you don’t get that like you do in the movies. It has to be so out of the ordinary is has to be simple. I think that would embrace Adam the best.” 

Luke nodded his head silently by your help but you could tell he was feeling grateful at the exact moment. 

“You know Y/N you could be an amazing writer, right? You’ve got such a nice spot and knowledge when it comes to minimalism I’m almost speechless.” 

“I don’t think so...” You shrugged but he was being serious about his words.

You furrowed his eyebrows confused when he stood up after writing down the things you had said. 

“You ever think about getting a promotion?” He asked and headed towards one of the drawers to find something.

You shook your head by his words but weren’t even sure if he could see your answer and looked over your shoulder to watch him. 

“Isn’t it enough being your assistant and carrying your child. What more do you demand? You asked with a hint of joke in your tone and watched him grab an elastic band for his hair. 

“How about being my co-writer as well? There won’t be any different times in your schedule it just means you will help me finish the rest of the movie when it comes to script writing.”

“Wait are you serious?” You asked suspiciously as he sat down and he nodded his head in agreement. 

“You’re the only one that seems to understand the concept of this movie. And to me it would only get better with a female perspective for this movie.” 

You blinked twice by his suggestion but it was and would never be a yes. You didn’t even care if it would be a promotion or not but it just really felt like an honor to help Luke out with this.

You hadn’t even realized how much this movie had crept under your skin. You loved it more and more as further as you read. 

He smiled softly by your reaction and leaned back in his chair to pull his hair into a ponytail. He could tell that you weren’t going to reject but neither was it something you had expected for him to suggest. 

“Who else would I ask I mean come on you’re my assistant.” He commented and a frustrated groan came from his lips seconds later. 

You looked at him confused to the sudden reaction but as he pointed at the ponytail that didn’t seem to go his way you smiled. His hair had grown to the point where it needed to be collected so it wouldn’t be in front his eyes as he hovered over. 

“Here,” You commented and leaned over to take the elastic band out from his wrist, “Let me help you.”

Standing up during the process your eyes widened in surprise when you managed to knock the bump right into his face. Your hands flied up to your mouth but you weren’t sure if it was a gasp or a laugh coming from your lips.

He looked up at you pretty surprised as if he had been really hurt and afterwards vibrated his head and shoulders like he had been hit in a cartoon. 

“Watch out belly bump coming right up in your face.” He said with a laugh and you shook your head feeling so guilty. 

“Oh my god I wasn’t supposed to do that sorry. It’s completely out of control.” You mumbled the last bit and caressed a hand up and down your belly. 

“I should put a sign up or something. You didn’t get hurt did you? Nose bleed or anything?” 

“I’m okay.” He laughed and touched his nose twice just to make sure that it wasn’t sore and made a thumbs up to show that it wasn’t anything major. 

You still felt a little bit guilty so you were extra gentle with pulling his hair together into the ponytail. His hair was actually really soft considering he had been tucking on it a couple of times out of frustration and it had almost been a day since he showered. 

“It’s just my child coming up in my face. That shouldn’t be the first time happening.” He commented and you nodded your head in agreement and looked at him at your masterpiece. 

“It’s not really a ponytail but your curls aren’t long enough yet. It’s neither a man bun but it’s this cute little space bun right on the top of your head to make sure it doesn’t fall in front of your eyes.”

By your words he looked over at the large windows that lead to the beautiful view outside. It showed the city lights but if you looked extra carefully you could see your reflections in the glass. 

“Am I a real Tumblr Queen now?” He asked and you shook your head with a giggle.

“I don’t think you would ever get Tumblr enough honey.” You smiled and he looked at you fake offended. 

“I will give you some Tumblr my ass. With my profession I would be perfect for a fanfiction AU.”

“What does AU stand for?” You asked confused and he poked you twice on the nose with his pencil. 

“You will eventually find out by being my co-writer.” He explained and you nodded your head understanding.

You both focused back on the paper and thoughtful looks came to your faces. Luke had already started on the writing but now it was time to brainstorm and share ideas. 

“How far did they go before all of this? I know I’ve read the script a million times but it’s also about the interpretation when it comes to understand the concept of their friendship. They were both aware they liked each other as more than friends and they shared a kiss. But what about sexual references? They never actually got to that point did they?”

Luke’s eyes widened in surprise by your words and he looked down at the papers with furrowed eyebrows. 

“Adam was planned to be a virgin. I didn’t know how far I wanted to go with showing the development of their friendship and turn into relationship before he would be invisible but maybe that’s a great point. You know you trust someone fully when you sleep with them.” 

“Besides when you drink.” You commented, not intending it to be directly towards him but he caught up.

“Wait what? He asked and you widened your eyes. 

“What?” You asked almost wishing you could erase your words and rewind back to change your answer. 

“You mean you wouldn’t be with someone you wouldn’t trust?” He asked with a raised eyebrow, “Unless you were drunk. How does that add up together?”

“Well I always trust the other person.” You fiddled with your fingers now really knowing how to explain yourself. “Unless the person disappoints me. I wouldn’t be with someone unless I expected they wouldn’t give me as much as I would give them.”

“Are we talking about pleasuring each other?” Luke asked almost completely confused trying to add up with what you were saying.

“Isn’t that what we’re talking about?” You questioned back and tried to cross one leg over the other. 

“Why are we talking about sex in the first place?” He was trying to pick up the puzzle pieces and you almost tried not to laugh when he looked at you.

That was one of the expressions where you had a hard time trying to read what was going on in his mind. It was at times like these where he would be shut completely like a book staring at you like he wanted to say something. 

“I just think that often proves who you are as a person and how much you actually give of yourself.” You went back to being red in the face and focused back on your lap.

If it weren’t for the fact that Luke sneaked his pointing finger under your chin you wouldn’t have looked at him.

“Is this what it is all about?” He asked and you weren’t sure if you were catching up with him. 

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” You shrugged, wanting him to continue. 

“Me finishing before you and not making you finished.”

His words almost echoed in your brain and you had to think many moments back. You looked at him blank, so completely blank you didn’t know what to say.

The night seemed more and more blurry when you thought back it almost felt like nothing else but black holes. It wasn’t something that came up to your mind immediately but as he stood up you did too. 

“There was a reason for that. Besides being extremely drunk and passing out before getting the chance to say anything... Or clean myself for that matter.” 

“What was that?” You asked and cocked your head to look at him.

Again, the only separation between you was the bump but you still felt closer than ever. 

“I don’t think you even want to hear it... It was something I thought about before you became pregnant and we went through all the shit we have had.” He shrugged but you still wanted to hear. 

In fact you almost felt desperate even though you were staring up at him quiet and looking innocent. 

“I didn’t feel regret when I didn’t finish you off because I thought-, I uh-,” He paused in track and ran a hand through his hair to find out the bun was still there which he had forgotten.

“I was expecting that we most probably would hook up again. And from that, I knew that I could make up for my little mistake. I know it’s most probably not the best explanation but it was what I thought and I...” 

He paused in track and looked down at you trying to read your face. You were still looking up at him with the same expression as before but somehow you had managed to stand closer.

When his hand came down to touch your hip and felt his thumb caress up and down the skin that was creeping up from your t-shirt you felt how your heart was racing faster than before.

But before Luke could say something more or even lean down to your height a sudden pressure to his stomach made him look down. 

You rolled your eyes and almost wanted to whine because that feeling was all too familiar. 

“I-, I have to pee.” You answered his question before he could ask, taking a step back and shook your head in disbelief. 

He nodded his head in agreement and opened the door for you with a warm smile. He didn’t have a disappointed look on his face but that was the only thing that was lingering in your veins. 

[thanksfortheflaglove]

i can rarely listen to teeth by 5sos because i literally cannot listen to it without absolutely wanting to break the FUCK out head banging and when im in public its.....an issue

[srjlvr]

𝗚𝗵𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗢𝗳 𝗬𝗼𝘂

— Sunoo x fem!reader

— Genre: angst, fluff, not a very good ending heh

— notes: i feel angsty so writing smth angst is fun mWAHAHAH- not proofread!! and im extremely sorry for not having the ‘read more’ option, this is really acting up right now! inspired by ‘Ghost Of You’ by 5sos, you should really go listen to it!! im in my 5sos phase lately and couldn’t resist writing this honestly- i’ll just put this song here and listen to it while reading!!

— main m.list

After taking a very long nap, Sunoo woke up. Breathing heavily he got up and looked at your usual side of bed, it was surprisingly messy despite the fact that he never sleeps on your side of the shared bed.

He quickly fixed the bed and went down the stairs, shaking his woken up thoughts. Reaching to the kitchen, he was now thinking about what to make for dinner. He decided to go for your favorite dish and smiled to himself when he imagined you happily eating your favorite dish that he made for you.

He organized the table as he usually does, the plates were one in front of the other, so you could sit right in front of him and he would stare at your beautiful face through the night. Two glasses were sat next to the plates together with the knives and forks. He proudly looked at the now organized table and slightly smiled.

After finishing his last touches and making the dish, he waited in the kitchen, for you to finally come home and greet him with your heartwarming smile, and the house would be full of lights again all thanks to you.

It was 7PM and you were already supposed to be home, welcoming Sunoo with your hug and giggles that always made his heart flatter only by hearing them. He sent you a text asking where were you and you were yet to answer.

An half an hour later, he turned on the TV and watched one of his favorite Kdramas, he felt his eyes slightly closing and before he could drown in dreamland someone tapped his shoulder. He looked to his side and there you were, sitting close to him, smiling at him and giggling at his cute sleepy face.

He quickly hugged you tightly and worriedly asked where were you. You told him your shift lasted long today since you had to take care of some things. Without asking too much, you changed the subject to your hunger.

Sunoo instantly got up and dragged you together with him. Thinking for a bit, he decided to sat you down and warned you to not get up from your place. Running back to the kitchen, he happily leaped up and down with the food in his hands. Looking at his happy face made you chuckle and warn him to not jump when there’s food in his hands as well.

Not wasting any time, he opened the cover of the food and shot his head up to see your reaction. A smile spread on his face as soon as he saw your shocked-yet-emotional and happy expressions. “I made it specially for you today!” Excitedly he took your plate and laid food on your plate.

Sunoo was barely eating, he was too focused on you and your enjoyable looking face while you were eating. You scolded him for not eating and just focusing on you, so he finally began to eat. The dinner time went smooth and happily, you two were talking about your future thoughts and feelings, most importantly, you were talking about your day.

That was your favorite part of the end of the day. You and Sunoo spent something like an hour, just to talk about how you spent your day, when something bad happened that day, you were advising to each other how to do things differently next time and even comfort the other.

When there was nothing to talk about anymore, you took Sunoo’s hand and dragged him with you to your living room. Turning up some songs on your TV made you and Sunoo get up and immediately move your body.

It was like a tradition that you and Sunoo would do everytime you finish dinner. You would just get up, turn the TV and the songs would just randomly start playing which leads to your and Sunoo dancing like crazy freaks, but you loved it nonetheless.

Yours and Sunoo’s relationship song came up. You quickly wrapped your heads around his neck and he put his hands on your waist. The same song was playing when you and Sunoo first met and ever since then, it became your official relationship song. It was a slow dance, you and Sunoo would spend the time just staring lovingly at each other and smile widely.

“I love you” You whispered. “I love you too” He rest his forehead against yours. “I wish all of this was actually true…..”

Your plate that was empty before after you finished eating, suddenly had food on it. The glass that you drank your water in and left a bit, was suddenly empty and very cleaned looking. The fork and knife that you used, were very organized like they first were when Sunoo put them, the house that was shining bright from your smile had turned dark, and lastly, you were completely gone and Sunoo’s hands were empty, again.

[unlikelyempathpruneauthor]

Tour without You

Summary: fans saw the video of cal singing ghost of you and people think you two broke up.

a/n: SO YALL KNOW WHICH VIDEO I'M TALKING ABOUT RIGHT? Idk if he was actually crying, but a part of me tells me he was, but idk who knows, but i hope he was okay and is doing okay now.

You were currently home watching duke at yours and cal’s place. You couldn't go on tour with cal because of work, so being alone was a norm you had grown into. Whenever you didn't go on tour you and cal would spend time calling one another whenever a show was over, so he could see you and if you needed to comfort him for anything. He hated when he had to leave you alone, but you would reassure him you had someone that was a part of him. Duke would usually stay with the dog sitter, but when you stayed back home you watched duke. You two would have some quality time together as usual so the small pup can use his energy throughout the day.

For Cal though today, just wasn't his day. Their bus tour had taken a re-route, they got to the venue late, he couldn't focus during rehearsal since it was cut short, from them arriving late. Usually when stress came he was able to handle it well, but you usually were there to comfort him right there and then, which also added to his stress as well, not being able to be with you in moments like these. Fans in the audience and online had seen his expression and worried for him, especially when singing Ghost of you. He hated that his stress would reflect how he acts during shows, but today was really bad for him. Cal doesn't really notice when fans are recording, but a video had gone viral during the concert within minutes and fans skepulating about you and cal. You had no idea of this hence you not being near your phone all day and having a nice day out with duke. Your phone had been blasting all night and once you got home with duke you checked it once seeing all the notifications on all of your socials.You were slightly confused as to why there were so many so you checked it out.

@5SOSUPDATES: is it possible cal and y/n broke up? Could be because they haven been posting with one another. Also today’s performance he seemed sad, especially during Ghost of you.

“What the hell?” you said as the puppy barked at you as you continued to look for something that gave you some sort of idea that was going on. Then MTV also made a topic off of it.

SPECULATING BREAK UP RUMOURS: POPSTAR CALUM HOOD AND GIRLFRIEND Y/N L/N POSSIBLY BROKE UP BEFORE A SHOW DURING TOUR

You were quick to find the resources they were using to claim these speculations and there was a video of cal singing ghost of you, at first it was all good, he was singing good, you saw no sad emotions, but when it got to him harmonizing, with the ghost of you, that's when his expression changed. At first you thought that it was just the way he was singing. But you looked over and yeah you were convinced he was crying.

You tried to first go over anything you might have said to make him upset, but there was nothing, you texted when you could and he seemed fine the night before, so you didn't know what was wrong. Unless he lied to you, which he would do when he was away from you. He didn't want to bother you, but you always told him to talk to you when he was feeling down and not himself. You were always going to be there to talk to him always. Just then you got a call from mali, you were quick to answer as she probably has seen these as well.

“Mali, hey.” you said as she spoke, “hey super weried, but have you been on your socials and possibly MTV?” she asked as you sighed, “yes i have.” you said as she contuned, “okay, is it ture?? Did you two break up? Omg did cal do something because i swear-” she said as you giggled and cut her off, “no we didn't, well at least i think so, but uh, no i called him before this show and he seemed fine, but you know how he is, he doesn't tell the full truth until you get it out of him.” you said as she hummed, “thats true, well are you talking to him tonight?” she asked as you hummed back, “yeah i should be getting a call in about an hour, i dont think he has checked his phone yet, so i'll call you first thing alright?” you said as she hummed and you two said your goodbyes. As your phone was still blowing up, more and more rumours were being made, but you didn't expect to be getting attacked.

5SOSWILDFLOWER: Yall, there are some photos of y/n with another guy before cal had gone to tour, guess cal has a reason.

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Caly/n_stan: i don't think she would cheat though, they've been together for years.

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Lukehemmingsstan: i mean yeah but people change especially when dating a celeb, and it wouldn't be the first time a 5sos member would be cheated on.

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@mikeycliff5sos: i mean you can tell she was just in it for the money and the fame, she never spoke about her job.

You were at first confused as to what pictures you were talking about, but then you clearly remember you were with the dog sitter, who happens to be a guy. He was one of Cal's best friends and he always took care of duke when you were away. You were there before cal had gone to tour, to tell him personally that you were staying with duke, since you knew him and it would be nice to catch up on duke’s behavior. Of course the fans didn't know that, but that didn't mean they should attack you. You were kinda stressed about this situation, especially with the things being said, fans even started to question your real intentions with cal and wondered if you were just after cal for his money and fame questioning your line of work as well, which wasnt public because you line of work was importnatn, you were a visual editor at entertainment company and well you kept it private and you didn't want any problems.

On cal’s side of things, he hadnt checked his phone at all wanting to handle one side of stress at a time. After teh show he realxed before calling you, making sure he looked good and fine. But once he lifted his phone he had seen so many notifications, at first he thought it was about the show from tonight but when he clicked he saw everything that was being said about you and him that you two had broken up and the means things being said about you. He was quick to call you as you answered quickly hoping he was okay.

“Hey” you both said quite rapidly, “sorry you go first.” cal said as you sighed and spoke, “are you okay? But i want to know the full truth cal, you know you can talk to me.” you said as he rubebd his head and wished he had spoken to you before anything, he knew if he talked to you hten these rumours wouldnt be made. “Fuck love, im sorry, we had to reroute the show for tonight we got there late, and rehearsal was rushed and, today i didn't do my best to hide my stressed emotions, i tried, but i couldnt, all i wnated to do was talk to you before the show, but i wasnt able to,” he said as his voice was cracking and you felt bad for him, you knew he handled stress well, but you knew today was one of those days, “bub its okay, just talk to me about this kind of stress to help you when you can, no matter what time it may be. I know im not htere, but remeber im a phone call away, always. No matter waht okay, you call me when youre feeling like this.” you said as he smiled a little missing you so much more than he should be able to.

“Youre too good for me you know that? Im sorry for waht the fans are saying, i'll straighten it out babe, they shouldnt be saying this stuff about you,” he said as you giggled, “its fine, it hurt at first, but i mean this all happend beucase i was out with dukes dogsitter,” you said as he laughed a little, “gosh the fans are really out of hand, i love you so much, youre there for me more than many times i could even count, you know youre it for me,” he said as you blushed hearing his words, he would tell you this all the time. It was true, you were it for him and he was it for you. “And youre it for me too, and i'll happily be there for you, always you know that.” you said as he smiled and jsut couldnt wait to get home to you. After talking for about 2 hours, you said your goodbyes and you had gone with the rest of your day as cal had straighten out with the fans about his citation.

He posted a picture on his story of you and captioned it:

To clear out the rumours from today, me and y/n are happily together. y/n has not and has never cheated on me, for those who know she is everything to me and i will do anything to not lose her. There is no anger towards this situation jsut please, be careful with what you say on the interent, even if y/n and i dont post about us everyday its not htat wer are not together, we like to live in the present with one another since i go away for tour. Usually shes here with me, but sadly she isnt. So again please just be aware with what you are posting, we are human and things that were said towards her will hurt anyone.

[stop-saying-tootsie]

tagged by the wonderful @charlie--lover !! thank u pop

Favorite time of year? definitely the winter months! where i live it doesn’t get cold until about january, and doesn’t stay cold for long. but november-march or so are my favorite months :) (also rn? sebtember. top of the pops)

Comfort food? oooh probably thit kho. my roommate’s mom makes it and it’s basically rice, pork, and marinated egg and omg it’s so good, i would eat that all day every day

Favorite dessert? i love a good brownie! but bread pudding is also at the top or the list!

Things you collect? rubber ducks! and probably books i have so many. OOH also hawaiian shirts. im gonna make eli wear one

Favorite drink? coffee. it’s my downfall. i also love taro milk tea w extra boba :D

Favorite musician/band? declan mckenna, hozier. ive actually been rEALLY into some old 5sos songs which is funny

Last song listened to? 30/90 from tick tick boom,,,im back in it

Last movie watched? i believe it was this is 40, which i can’t say i particularly enjoyed too much but it wasn’t awful, just not my thing

Last series watched? severance! SO GOOD, adam scott and the entire cast is KILLER, the vibes are so creepy, it’s so so good

Currently watching? parks and rec! a rewatch, but i’m nearly finished :’) then i’ll rewatch it again-

Current obsession? ohhh hmmm…tetris actually, i had to play it for a class and now it’s all i want to do

Dream place to visit? australia <3 but actually europe, i really just wanna explore it. i would also love to see japan

Place you wanna go back to? maine! i loved it, it’s been YEARS since i went there

Something you want? material wise i want parks and rec merch, but it’s so expensive, but i did order a sweatshirt from etsy that’ll be here today :) nonmaterial, acceptance and love but youknowthatsabittoodeepforanaccountaboutdeadpeople

Currently working on? well i SHOULD be cleaning and getting ready for sebtember…but i’m trying to make it through 9 days of work in a row, as well as schoolwork. let me sleep

tagging! @pencil-case-watches @johnboyegabombs @allmyfandombrainrot and @capjosh !! and anyone else pls do it!!

[suchalonelysunflower]

Take Your Feelings, Put Them Into a Song (A.I)

Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Wallows! Fem! Reader

Requested: yes!

Summary: Y/N Sixx, bassist from the famous band Wallows, is helping 5SOS write their latest album CALM. If only she could keep her crush on the drummer under control…

Warnings: Fluff. Language. Some grammatical errors (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)

Word Count: 4.6 k

Author’s Note: IM BACK! Remember that Reblogs, Likes, Comments and Feedback are very important! You have no idea how much they help 💕 Hope you like it and Happy Reading 🦋🌻✨

My materialist // wanna be part of my tag list?

anon: Can you do a one-shot where the reader was born on 1996 and she’s the daughter of Nikki Sixx and Brandi Brandt and it’s the bassist and songwriter of Wallows (…) and she helps 5sos write songs for the album CALM and starts dating Ashton and the fans go nuts (in a good way) with shipping? There’s no drama like it was in EUH

It was another boring day in the studio and you would literally prefer to do anything else than to listen to Cole talk about the last date he had instead of working on your new song. But inspiration was lacking between you and your bandmates and you really had no other choice since you already took that time on the studio’s schedule.

One would believe that you would be used to dull times in the studio, having spent a lot of time on them while growing up with your parents, but boredom was a cruel crime inside your head and today your patience was running thin.

“Hey, peanut!” Dylan called your attention “Everything good there?”

You were laying on the sofa, looking at the ceiling for some kind of saving grace, but Dylan’s voice brought you back to your reality.

“Are we going to get something done today?” You asked with a sigh, with your eyes still glued to the ceiling “Cause we are really just wasting time by now and I don’t think Cole’s last fling will bring any kind of inspo into our little group”

“Hey!” Cole protested, earning a chuckle from Braeden.

“Whatever,” You said, already getting up from your spot “I’m going to take a walk”

You took a deep breath once you closed the door to your private room. You loved the guys, you really do, but sometimes people can be too much, especially people who you spend every single day and hour with.

Memories from the past year started to fill your mind and you smiled when thinking about how much your little band has grown. Wallows was now everywhere, you created a name for yourself without using your parent’s influence and you were so damn proud of that, yet when moments like these come around - the moments where you just need to breathe to escape the reality for just a while - you start to reflect on every choice you made and if they were the right ones.

It’s the overthinking that got you to write those first lyrics in the first place, the ones that were put into songs and now were, somehow, all over TikTok with thousands of people relating to them. So maybe, overthinking now might not be such a bad idea after all.

“It’s a terrible idea if you think about it for more than one minute, mate”

You stopped in your tracks when you heard that voice, thinking that maybe you were finally going crazy or someone could’ve read your mind. But it wasn’t until you heard someone else answer that you realized it was a conversation.

“Well, I don’t know what to do with it anymore!”

You turned your head to the left and smiled when you saw the little sign that said “5SOS now in session. DO NOT DISTURB” And realized that your other favorite boys were back in town.

Of course you ignored the sign and knocked on the door a couple of times before opening it shamelessly.

“Well, well, well…” You said with a teasing smile as you leaned over the door frame “If it isn’t my second favorite Aussie band”

The faces of two of the members of said band light up once they realize it was you, quickly getting up to wrap you in a hug.

“Mini Sixx!” Calum said, ruffling his hand through your hair “About time you came to visit us”

You pushed him and Luke away from you “And you should’ve told me you’re back from your break! I could’ve escaped Dylan and the other minions earlier”

“Rough session?” Luke asked, seating down and patting the place next to him for you to sit on.

“Oh, you have no idea”

You loved the 5sos guys, it was impossible not to. Ever since you met them at a label party in 2015 when you were introduced to them because you were the same age as half of the group, you knew that they were made to be on the stage.

It was easy to become their friend, given their welcoming attitude and easy-going smiles even before they found out who your parents were. It was nice for a change not to be Y/N Sixx, daughter of the famous bassist of Mötley Crüe and famous Playboy doll Brandi Brandt, for a moment and just be Y/N, a bassist that had a lot to give to the world. And with the boys you didn’t even have to try to be someone you were not, with them everything was just so… real.

Just like now, where you were allowed to complain about your lovely bandmates to them and they would complain just as well, with no judgment nor responsibilities, just three friends letting out some steam due to the stress of your careers.

“-And basically we don’t know what else to do with the song” Luke finished his rant on the missing piece of their new song for their next album.

“And you have the lyrics ready?”

“Yeah, me and my girl wrote it a few weeks ago but the melody is just…”

“It’s missing something” Calum finished for him with a sigh.

You hummed “Can I see it?”

The two Australians got to work, playing the song with the piano and the guitar and you came to the conclusion that they were right: there was something big missing.

“So it’s a ballad,” You said, thinking of ways to fix it.

“Technically yes, but when you play it like that it sounds incomplete and the lyrics won’t work with another type of rhythm” Luke sighed “We’ve been at it for days now.”

You stayed quiet for a while, reviewing the lyrics and melody more carefully now, analyzing the situation with different approaches but without getting anywhere. It was a beautiful song, it truly was, but it needed something else, something that could create a “boom” sensation for whoever was listening.

Something like…

“Hey guys, have you finished with the- Oh, Hey, Y/N/N!” Ashton said, opening the door and finding you with his bandmates in deep concentration.

Bingo.

“Uh, why are you smiling at me like that?” Ashton asked you with a chuckle, but you didn’t even address him as you turned to Luke and Calum.

“It needs drums”

“What?” The three men said in unison. You rolled your eyes and snatched the notes from Calum’s lap and started to sing the melody.

“Here!” You pointed out “In this part, before finishing the first chorus: I already made, already made that…” And then you started to make drum noises and movements with your arms for them to get the idea.

In a matter of seconds, Luke got up from his seat and walked towards you, taking the notes from you and reviewing them with new eyes, smiling as he got the idea.

“Ha!” He laughed loudly, “You’re a fucking genius!”

“Thank you,” You said with a smug smile as you, Calum and Luke started to discuss the arrangements.

“Wait, hold up” Ashton interrupted the chatter “Y/N, I appreciate you trying to help and no offense and all but I think this isn’t your place to just decide something like that,” He said, pointing to the three of you.

You rolled your eyes. You’ve dealt with stubborn people before, but Ashton did take a spot on your top three and you knew just how to handle him.

“Wow,” You said sarcastically with a teasing smile “One would think that by being half of the rhythm section you would have more… I don’t know, rhythm?”

Ashton crooked an eyebrow and you and you knew you had him in the bag “I just don’t think-”

“You don’t think?” You said, getting up from your chair and walking up to him to be almost chest to chest. You looked up to his eyes and challenged him “Or you just can’t handle the fact that I might’ve had a better idea than you”

You could see by the sparkle in his eyes that he has taken the challenge to heart. He took a step closer to you, almost pressing his body completely against yours, and smirked.

“Want me to prove you wrong, princess?” He teased but you didn’t back up.

“I’d like to see you try, darling”

Ashton’s smirk widened as he took a step back, turning his head towards Luke and Calum who were watching the scene with intrigued eyes and knowing smiles “Get your asses back in the recording booth”

He followed them as they walked into the big recording space they had, but not before sending you a wink seconds after he closed the door.

You were thankful he didn’t see you blush.

Once they were all set with their instruments - Calum on the keys, Luke on the guitar, and Ashton behind his drum set - You pressed the buttons of the console that would make it possible for you to hear them at the other side of the mirrored glass.

“Okay boys, show me what you got”

*

You became an official 5SOS songwriter after that day and even Ashton had to admit that you were adding so much more to the band lyrics and melodies since you started to work with them.

Every day you would find yourself walking towards their studio after your band’s session and you start to work wherever they left off. It was a simple dynamic that worked wonders for everyone and after every session, you would get even more inspired to write your own music for Wallows, so it was a win-win situation, not to mention, spending time with your new co-workers; especially a particular drummer that grew closer to you that you would’ve ever imagined.

When you first met the band you hit it off pretty quickly with Luke and Calum, them being the same age as you and having pretty much the same interests; then came Michael that shared a similar sense of humor with you and with whom you discussed videogames with. But Ashton was always the one that you consciously tried to not get too close to.

In all honesty, he intimidated you but not in a bad way. He was smart, talented, and super funny, not to mention also ridiculously handsome. But he was also stubborn, a little bit egotistical, and the only one that could keep up with you in a battle of wits, teasing, and sarcasm. And you knew that if you mixed that all together it might mean trouble, especially when he smiled at you like that.

Of course you had a crush on him, who wouldn’t? But the fact is that you know what it is like to date in the industry and having feelings for a member of another pretty famous band might bring some tension to the table, so it was safer to play the crushing card and just stay friends. Or at least that’s what you tell yourself every day since you started to see him regularly and spend more time with him than with any other of the two bands.

Speaking of…

“Earth to Y/N?” Called Braeden waving a hand in front of your face “Is anybody there?”

You blinked a few times before pushing his hand away with a scoff “Very funny, B. What’s up?”

“You spaced out again” Cole added, fidgeting with his drumsticks “Just when we were going to start complimenting you on that bass line you wrote the other day…”

You smiled as you threw a pillow at him that he was able to easily dodge “Sorry, I was just-”

“Thinking about a particular drummer again?” Dylan teased, to which Cole added.

“I knew it wouldn’t take long for you to fall in love with me”

You searched for other pillows and started to throw them at your band members, giggling as they started to throw them back at you and starting an improvised pillow fight in the middle of the recording booth.

“Hey, Y/N/N! I was wondering if you-” Ashton’s sentence was cut short as he opened the door and took in the scene that was in front of him.

You were so busy chasing Breaden with a pillow on each hand and a devilish smile that you didn’t even notice when the door opened or that Ashton was standing there, smiling at you with his arms crossed as you aimed at your bandmate's head.

“Oh look, peanut!” Dylan said teasingly “You knight in shiny armor is here to-” But before he could say anything more embarrassing, you threw a pillow directly at his face to shut him out.

You quickly turned your head to Ashton who was fairly amused by your battle skills and smiled at him.

“Hey!” You said breathlessly after chasing down the others.

“Hi,” He smiled back “Am I interrupting something or?”

“Nah, you’re good,” You said, throwing one last pillow at your three friends that stood in a corner blowing teasing kisses and puppy eyes at the two of you “These assholes and I are done for the day” You commented before said assholes started to pout and complain, but you were already out the door before they could say something embarrassing again.

“So…” Ashton trailed off, starting to walk alongside you with his hands in his front pockets.

“So,” You said, drifting your eyes from him and praying to the universe that he didn’t hear anything or else it would make the blush on your face even pinker “You needed me for something?”

You wanted to get the topic of work right there in the open as soon as possible, not wanting him to notice how nervous you got when you were alone with him. At least when you were talking about work you leveled the ground in some parts.

“Actually, I’m going home early today” He smiled softly “Luke and the guys are working on a love song that’s just way too happy and butterflies - in - your -stomach like and I didn’t think they needed me there if I can’t bring nothing to the table”

“You’re not a lovey-dovey feeling kinda guy?” You teased by bumping your arm with his, earning a “hey” from him “I actually get it, I’m not that kind of person either”

“It’s not like I don’t like it, it’s just that-”

“You process your emotions differently, and it’s easier to write those when you think of love in other stages and/or mixed with other complex emotions because-”

“Love is not just one-sided! Yes!” Ashton celebrated, amazed that you could understand what he was saying “I knew you would get it”

That comment made your cheeks heat up as you looked at him, all dimpled smiles and light chuckled as he looked at you with sparkly hazel eyes. Oh no…

“Well,” You said, breaking that little moment “If they are going to work on that all day then I guess I would head home, too. I don’t think I’ll be able to provide anything else either”

“Actually,” Ashton said as he stopped in the middle of the hall leading to the exit, making you stop as well and turn to him “I was wondering if you would want to get some coffee with me now that we are both free. Of course, if you really are free and have nothing else to do and want to actually drink coffee or tea… or maybe not and you’re not that type of person and-”

“Are you asking me out?”

Ashton stopped his rambling and looked at you with an incredulous smile and lightly blushed cheeks.

“I- well, yeah,” He said shyly “Yeah, I am”

You smiled and softly chuckled “Look at the famous drummer all nervous” You teasingly took a step closer to him, not knowing where this confidence was coming from, and he did the same “It’s just me, you know?”

“And that’s exactly the reason why”

“Do I make you nervous, darling?”

“Let’s say that if it were anyone else, I wouldn’t have rambled like that, princess”

You pressed your lips in a thin line and smiled as you looked away from him, blushing like a teenager on her first date.

“So…” You trailed off.

“So?”

“Lead the way”

*

From that moment both of your routines changed once again. Now you took time off the studio at least two times a week to go with Ashton on those small friendly dates as he took you out for coffee or just simple but meaningful talks.

Soon enough you lost all the doubts that made you nervous around him, seeing how easy it was to talk to him and how much you had in common in more aspects than just music. You became more comfortable around him and your level of teasing and playing grew alongside your relationship, not to mention the level of teasing and playing you received from your band members and the other 3 Aussies who joined in on all the fun.

You were used to blushing and dismissing comments about your - undeniable - crush on the drummer, but Ashton didn’t seem to be affected by them at all. On the contrary, Ashton played along and even seemed like he was enjoying it. Like in one particular occasion where you were working on a song together and Michael said:

“Oh my god, date her already!”

Ashton didn’t blink an eye before responding “I’m trying! But she just wants to focus on the harmonies”

And you’d be lying if you said that didn’t put a smile on your face.

Yet, you kept it all professional while being in the studio; no need to mix your personal lives with whatever was going on down there, that’s why those coffee runs were your favorites.

It was an unspoken rule between the two of you that “work-talk” was forever banned from those outings.

“So what are we going to talk about?” You asked him the first time you went into his favorite coffee shop.

“Us” He simply answered, unaware of the butterflies he just set in your stomach.

“Us?”

“Yeah, I want to get to know you better, princess. Who is Y/N Sixx?”

“Who is Ashton Irwin?”

“I asked first”

“I asked second” You countered

Ashton smiled widely “You think you’re clever…”

“It doesn’t matter what I think” You answered, casually sipping on your coffee “I know I’m clever just like I know you like me that way”

You were testing the waters back then, hiding the shaking of your knees under the table as you longed to know how he felt about it. But the way he smiled and how he blushed a little bit made all your fears go away.

“Yeah, that I do”

Your cheeks turned red whenever you reminisced about that moment - or any moment that you spent with Ashton for that matter - which gave you the perfect idea for a song.

“I don’t want to kill my time with somebody else…” You hummed to yourself as you wrote down what you think is the chorus to a new song.

You told Ashton that you were not the type to write silly love songs or very uplifting songs; but there was something in that memory, something in that feeling that you couldn't ignore or just let it be without doing something about it. So, you started to write it.

You couldn't separate the feeling from the art, after all, feelings were what led you to dedicate your life to music. People would say it was because of your parent’s influence but they had little to nothing to do with your decision. This was you, the authentical you writing whatever came to mind and then sharing it with the world and only a few people will get it in its entirety. And surely Ashton was one of them.

“Dadadada something, want you all to myself”

“Wacha doing there, princess?”

Speaking of the devil.

Ashton smiled at you as he hunched over the table you were working on, trying to peek at what you were writing. You lifted the notebook and pressed it against your chest faking offense as he giggled.

“Didn’t your mother taught you not to sneak up on people, darling?” You asked as he walked around your workspace and sat himself down on the chair next to you “Besides, you’re late. You were supposed to meet me here like half an hour ago!”

“Aww, sorry Sixx” Ashton pouted “But there were no chocolate chip cookies left in the shop so I had to go around town to get you some” He then put a bag of freshly made cookies on top of the table with a cup filled with coffee.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know?”

“Of course I did! You always only eat chocolate chips cookies in the afternoon”

He started to giggle again, ignoring the way you were looking at him “How did you know that?”

“C’mon, Y/N/N, every time we go for coffee you order two, one for the coffee and another one for the road. And every time we cater something you never touch anything but those cookies”

“I never knew you were so observant”

Ashton shrugged “I just pay attention if I like what I see,” He said nonchalantly with a wink, making you blush instantly, but you covered it up with an eye roll.

“God, you’re terrible” You scoffed.

“I’m honest!” You shook your head and went back to writing, but Ashton was not going to let that go so easily. “Look, how else could I know that you always put an extra bag of sugar in your coffee?”

“‘Cause I always drink the same thing,” You said without looking up from your notebook.

“Yeah, a mocha latte with extra chocolate drizzle and no foam. Honestly, how can you handle that much sugar?” You were about to answer but he caught you off. “But that’s not all you drink, whenever you have a bad day you always order a cup of mango and ginger tea because that’s your mother’s favorite drink and it helps you calm down. You also don’t want anyone to know that you’re having a bad day but the minute someone looks away your smile starts to flatter until you’re back in the conversation”

You stopped the writing completely as you turned to him, suddenly feeling how your heart started to jump all over your chest as he kept talking, eyes never leaving yours as he gave you a soft smile, almost as if he was remembering all those moments with you.

“You draw flowers on the corner of your notebooks whenever you feel bored. You love the sad songs on the radio and you know every single word to Lorde’s Melodrama, yet every time you have to choose a playlist you put 2000’s pop and R&B songs because it hypes you up. You hate awkward silences unless you are the one being quiet. You help Dylan dye his hair every time he asks you to because you would trust each other with your lives, you give Cole relationship advice because you care about him and he always appreciates your advice more than anyone’s and Braeden is your best friend because you always say that he is one of the few people that could make you laugh in a bad day and you have no idea how much I want to be included in that list”

“Ashton-”

“You write better with dim light, it helps you concentrate on your work. You say you don’t believe in astrology yet you check your horoscope every day. You want to make sure that everyone has a good time and feels included, that’s why you always make conversations with Micahel about games you never even heard before or let Luke braid your hair when he’s bored or how you switched topics when you noticed that Calum was not engaging as much in a conversation. You literally take care of everyone but you never let anyone take care of you, and when we do you get all shy and you blush as you say thank you and you have no idea how fucking adorable you look”

You sat there speechless as he spoke. You felt the back of your throat dry as you tried to find the right words to answer all of that.

It was too much. The fact that he knew all of that and how he said it like he was just talking about his favorite things in the world, it was just too much but at the same time, you want to hear him say that again.

A weird sense of joy and shyness came over you as he set his hazel eyes on yours. You gave him a small smile as you averted your gaze to the floor.

“Wow, I-” You started “I never thought someone noticed all that”

“How could I not?” You heard him say “You’re all I can think about and to say that I don’t notice you is like saying I don’t notice the sun in the sky or the stars at night. You’re the brightest light out there, Y/N, you shine everywhere you go”

You noticed how he pulled his chair closer to you and suddenly you felt how your chair started to slowly turn his way until you were face to face.

Ashton carefully placed his fingers under your chin and tilted your head until you were finally looking into his eyes again.

“There she is!” He smiled when he noticed your blushing cheeks and gleaming eyes.

“What do you mean when you say I’m all you think about?” You asked expectantly, curling your fingers nervously on top of your thighs.

Ashton chuckled. “Well, if you didn’t notice, I really fucking like you, Y/N”

You looked up at him, smiling with hopeful eyes and feeling as if a weight was lifted off your chest thanks to the joy you were experiencing while hearing those words.

“You do?”

“Unless you don’t like me back and I just spilled my feelings for nothing-” You smacked him playfully in the arm “Ouch! I’m kidding! Of course I like you! Fuck, Y/N I’ve been falling for years now and I thought I was being pretty obvious”

You laughed “I thought you were just playing!”

In an instant, Ashton pulled your chair closer and grabbed you by the hip, lifting you up and making you sit on his lap as he hugged you by the waist and you placed your arms around his neck.

“I’ve never been more serious in my life,” He said, “I’ll do anything to prove it”

“Well,” You said, pressing a kiss to his cheek and knocking your forehead to his “How about you help me finish this song and then you take me on a date? Cause I’ve been falling for you, too and I don’t want to waste any more time”

Ashton hummed as he nuzzled his nose against your cheek, kissing it softly as he murmured “Will I get to kiss my princess at midnight?”

“Maybe… or you can take your chances now if you’d like”

He smiled.

“I like those odds”

And just before you know it, he softly pressed his lips against yours; finally creating a happy beginning for the two of you.

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disclaimer: sending this to multiple blogs!

so planned parenthood put out a statement about roe v wade being overturned and dozens upon dozens of celebrities who are supporting were listed including kendall jenner, phoebe bridgers, paul mescal, selena gomez, madison beer, olivia rodrigo, joey king, dylan obrien, mistki, ariana grande, billie eilish, demi lovato, hailey bieber, miley cyrus, madelyn cline, shawn mendes, wallows… LITERALLY ANYONE YOU CAN IMAGINE. name them and they’re on there. not just a-list celebs but d-list and c-list as well. of course not everyone is on there which is understandable. gotta remember there are people actually work. lol.

but since olivia cockburn is so girlboss, feminist… why isn’t her name on there? if anything, i expected her name to be on there… has she even made an effort besides her little ig stories? she made max. 10 ig stories about it like the women’s activist she believes she is but why not engage in these organizations like these other celebrities (who are far busier with ACTUAL work? juggling multiple projects at a time i mean billie??? ariana??? olivia fucking rodrigo??? madelyn cline who is literally filming a whole tv show right now??? are on there lol ????)

it’s just so odd to see her skipping around europe with (pr stunt or not) boyfriend and seeing her blatantly ignoring this situation that most definitely affects her lol. unless she thinks her skin color protects her from old white men wanting to control a woman’s body… and that boyfriend who we all know and love - also does the bare fucking minimum. and yeah im calling him out too. harries ate up that single post he made and think he’s doing more than what actual activists are doing.

and no he’s not “working on the promo of his new album.” he’s galloping around rome and italy with another incompetent human being who is equally ignoring this situation bc again i believe it’s their white [celebrity] privilege that lets them parade around carelessly.

if he was working then we wouldn’t be seeing him at all, huh? if she was working, maybe we’d actually know who she was before this stunt.

and no i’m not asking him to drop everything and give a national speech but consider this 1. olivia, ur harry styles’ “girlfriend”, right? that’s a thing on it’s own babe lol remember camille rowe? yeah. 2. harry, ur fucking harry styles. open ur mouth. i know u said u left school at a young age but critical thinking skills?? do better with the voice you have. your fan base are 95% women who will suffer from this issue and 100% listen to what you have to say.

harry styles [and olivia wilde] is not the type of person we should be supporting imo. i don’t support him as i did before but ofc still care about him and love him (although i’ve unfollowed him, pleasing and anyone related + disconnected from him completely besides tumblr bc im on here 24/7, and pretty hard to scrub him clean lol)

but to each their own! i hope to know yalls thoughts lol if you wanna share ofc.

I got this last night. sorry I'm just getting around to posting it now :) also thanks for the disclaimer!

I hate to say it but I agree, specifically about Harry. I suppose it's an interesting issue though since this is mainly a US thing with Roe v Wade possibly getting overturned and Harry isn't a citizen. I already criticized him for sponsoring Biden. But this is slightly different. All he posted was the same thing Pauli did (I also did as well). I appreciated that. But I agree there's room for more.

Not to compare, but take 5SOS for example. They posted today about pro-choice rallies across the US. One was happening right up the road from me and because of them I was able to stop by for a little bit. Now imagine if someone who has 43 million instagram followers posted that info.

Harry doesn't have to say anything. But he'd have a lot of power if he did. I think his fans give him too much credit in places where it's not applicable.

Olivia's a different story. I don't care much to talk about her. She's a lost cause imo and not worth my breath

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mercy | a.i.

Ashton’s life hangs precariously under fabricated accusations and a blade. The only one championing for mercy is the daughter of the man about to swing the sword.

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A tense silence cut through the growing crowd. The stone dais beneath Ashton’s knees scorched, the sun was blazing above, merciless as it beat down and washed everything in a menacing glow. It was the first time in weeks that he had seen the sun, felt the breeze on his skin and took in fresh air. It would also be the last.

His time in the dungeons was bleak, the one sliver of light pooling in from the near endless line of cells doing little to warm the damp holding. The thin pants he wore were ragged, worn out in the knees and falling apart at the seams. His wrists were chaffed, the cell they kept him in seemingly not enough, shackles kept him bound for days. An authoritative voice boomed through the quiet crowd, a portrayal of crimes Ashton had not committed falling from the king’s lips. A punishment of death giving gasps to the commoners. A shiver ran up his spine and made him quiver.

He finally looked up from the stones. Pangs of pain shot through his forehead as his eyes found the light, still not used to it after such time in the dark. He squinted past the glare, trying to find one last thing of beauty to fixate on. The castle stood tall against the light, foreboding though it was washed in a golden glow. The tallest tower loomed over the crowd, the window at the very top wide open. A shadow danced past, a lurid figure that kept Ashton’s attention. The king’s speech kept on, lies rolling off his tongue like scripture. The people bought every word. The gasps of horror they once bestowed upon the prisoner and punishment turning to an uproarious cheer.

Ashton tuned it out, kept peering up at the window in the tower. The shadowy figure coming in and out of his hazy vision. With the blade of a sword hanging over his thread of life he decided he’d rather not see the swing coming. The shadow disappeared again, seconds ticked by before the figure broke through the dark, a princess taking its place. Ashton wasn’t sure if he was hallucinating, if the deprivation of food and water ruined his sanity, but he swore she found his gaze. He could almost feel the sadness in her eyes. He was sure she frowned. But she fluttered away before he could take a second glance.

“For high crimes committed against the crown, the punishment shall be given by my hand,” the king announced.

Ashton went slack jawed but quickly recovered. He swallowed down a lump in his throat and looked back down to the stones. The princess was gone, even her shadow had abandoned him. Ashton heard the sword being pulled from its sheath. He could only imagine the priceless steel it was forged from. It was surely more valuable than his life.

“Any last words?” the king asked but the sudden eruption in the crowd would have made them fall on deaf ears.

Ashton had no words. His words would have no one to hear them. He kept quiet. Hung his head down low and took in one last breath. Eyes slipped shut. He heard the arc of the sword but felt softness where the blade should have hit him. The crowd quieted again. Instead of cheers he heard pleas.

“Mercy.”

His eyes sprang open, his senses came back to life. He recognized skin on his, supple and sweet. The arms of a woman thrown around his neck, her body pressing against his protectively. She smelled of honey and lilacs, intoxicatingly sweet after breathing in the mold riddled air of the dungeons. Ashton was still in his shock, on his knees as if a statue. He frantically tried to take in the rest of the world; from the astonished crowd to the woman clinging to him, to the guards swarming the dais with weapons pulled and the king with his blade still in the air.

“Father, please,” the woman begged and Ashton all but collapsed at the sudden realization. The princess held him. “Mercy.”

Mumblings cut through the crowd. Mercy was repeated in hushed whispers and confused utterings. Ashton’s vision was blurry but he blinked back the haze, swallowed down the burn in his throat and found his movement. His hands clenched as they felt silk. While he expected the princess to flinch away from his touch she only came closer, desperately keeping him in her hold, arms secure around his neck.

“Seize him,” the king commanded but the princess was having none of his orders.

She slid beneath his arms, now stuck between him and the shackles binding his hands together. The guards about to storm fell short, suddenly not knowing what to do. To get to him would mean getting to the princess first.

“If you take his head you take mine with it,” she declared.

Ashton shivered, the words were so powerful he felt ready to drop. No one had ever taken such a stance against the king. Let alone a woman who shared his blood.

“Enough of this foolishness. He’s a criminal.”

“He saved my life!” the princess cried, her voice carrying across the crowd and to the castle. He knew her words would reach beyond, from the crowd to the markets to the lowlands, over the sea and to Ashton’s own home kingdoms away. “Do you really mean to execute the hero that saved your only heir?”

Ashton turned and the princess swayed with his motion. Her hold on him only strengthened. Her hair blew in a subtle breeze, the tresses soft against Ashton’s cheek. He found the king, saw the shine of the blade he had yet to drop under the sun.

“What?” the king asked and though he did not fully drop the sword he lowered it, the threat now hanging idly by his side. “Stand down,” he told the guards with swords drawn and archers with bows readied. “Explain yourself, criminal.”

Ashton stayed quiet. He knew his words would fall flat. He knew the king would poke holes in his story. Nothing he said would be enough to get him off his knees.

“During the attempted siege,” the princess spoke up instead. Ashton shuddered at the memory of that night.

He had fallen in line with his army. Followed orders from his own king’s lips and stormed the castle that stood tall in front of him. He didn’t lead the way to the princess’ tower but he wound up in her chambers.

“He stopped them,” she continued and the short explanation was enough to intrigue the king. His eyebrow shot up and the grip on his sword loosened. “The men in my chambers. He stopped them. He saved me.”

As soon as he realized who’s chambers they were in Ashton knew the men’s intentions. As they dragged her from behind the curtains he felt his stomach turn. Without hesitating he drew his sword. It took three motions for him to save her life. One cut. One punch. One shove. And then it was only he that stood in the chambers of the princess with the broken door as the guards finally found their way to her side.

The princess slightly pulled away from him but kept her hold around his neck. Her eyes met his fully, regret and pain flickering across her face. Her voice lowered, her words meant only for Ashton. “Thank you.”

Ashton was flustered and couldn’t find the proper words to respond. He wished he could’ve said something to her that night but the guards pulled him away too soon. He didn’t know what she said to them, how she explained the dying men on the ground. But he ended up in chains rather than his grave that night.

“One good deed does not erase his crimes,” the king announced, the hesitation and intrigue that once captured him suddenly vanishing.

“Does it not deserve a pardon? Spare his life for the life he saved.”

Ashton shut his eyes, the bargaining on his behalf overwhelming. He had not so much as heard the word pardon since his time in the dungeons. Only execution and other choice words from keepers who more so grunted than spoke.

As the crowd absorbed the shocking revelations and waited for a deliberation Ashton tensed. Every muscle in his body tightened. His hands splayed out on the silk of her dress, wanting to feel one last touch of softness before his final blow.

Instead of drawing his last breath it caught in the back of Ashton’s throat as he heard the king’s sword slide back into its sheath. His eyes opened once more and found the king’s pointed stare.

“For the life you saved yours will not be taken today,” he promised amongst the new reactions of the crowd. “But your crimes cannot go unpunished,” he continued and a wicked twist of a smirk claimed his face. “Bring him to the fighting pit holding cells. He’ll spend the rest of his life fighting for the crown he wronged.”

Before either Ashton or the princess could react they were pulled apart. Honey and lilac leaving his senses. Silk and softness drifting farther and farther away from him. She went in the arms of several guards, kicking and thrashing. He went with only one, solemnly following as a blade tipped into his back. A lifetime fighting for the rest of his life against other imprisoned men was not mercy, Ashton realized, rather wishing the blade had done its job. He knew he had no chance of actual mercy in the fighting pits, he would be thrown in with hardened criminals who faced years of training and cut throat killer instincts. Some men fought for glory, some for money, some for freedom. Ashton knew he would not be given a chance at any. He would fight for his life and nothing more.

“I’ll save you,” the princess swore as she was torn away, down the dais and into the crowd. Back to her tower.

Ashton wanted to believe her. He wanted to hold onto hope for her, for his life. He didn’t know if he could. He didn’t know if she could keep her promise. He didn’t know if he would ever even see her again.

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✨ Tag 9 people to learn more about their interests!

tagged by my fav @loulovehome thank you pu hope that this quells your curiosity! 

MUSIC

fav genre? not to be that person but i think i have a toe in most genres, i suppose my favorites have got to be anything taylor swift does, pop punk, r&b pop/new age r&b, and bluegrass

fav artist? again, not to be that person but i love so many artists! let’s do this based off of genre: taylor swift, 1D, 5sos, massive focus on ZAYN, the Avett brothers, and counting crows

fav song? fav song of all time (since i was young) is going to be come around by rhett miller but more currently i’d say you are in love by taylor swift and dRuNk by ZAYN

song currently stuck in your head? i have no idea how it got there but i have stressed out by 21 pilots stuck in my head??

5 fav lyrics? ok let’s do this kids. edit: this went in a “fav love song lyrics” way so sorry in advance.

1)  I hope that I don't sound to insane when I say / There is darkness all around us / I don't feel weak but I do need sometimes for her to protect me / And reconnect me to the beauty that I'm missin' (January Wedding - The Avett Brothers)

2)  Hands around my waist / You're counting up the hills across the sheets / And I'm a falling star / A glimmer lighting up these cotton streets / I admit I'm a bit of a fool for playing by the rules / But I've found my sweet escape when I'm alone with you (Disconnected - 5sos)

3)  This is the worthwhile fight / Love is a ruthless game / Unless you play it good and right / These are the hands of fate / You're my Achilles heel / This is the golden age of something good / And right and real (State of Grace - Taylor Swift) 

4)  What if I changed my mind / What if I said it's over / I been flying so long / Can't remember what it was like to be sober / What if I lost my lives? / What if I said "Game over"? / What if I forget my lies? / And I lose all my composure (Back to Life - ZAYN)

5)   I never said I was perfect / Or you don't deserve a good person to carry your baggage / I know a few girls that can handle it / I ain't that kind of chick, but I can call 'em for you if you want / I never said that you wasn't attractive / Your style and that beard, ooh, don't get me distracted / I'm tryna be patient, and patience takes practice / The fact is I'm leaving, so just let me have this (Jerome - Lizzo)

radio or your own playlist | solo artists or bands | pop or indie | loud or silent volume I slow or fast songs | music video or lyrics video | speakers or headset | riding a bus in silence or while listening to music | driving in silence or with radio on

BOOKS

fav book genre? murder mystery and young love!

fav writer? jane austen, lisa jewell, and rick riordan (nostalgia ok?!)

fav book? the way i used to be my amber smith, rebecca by daphane du maurier, and then she was gone OR watching you (both by Lisa Jewell)

fav book series? i guess the whole percy jackson situations? i have everything RR every wrote, and i liked it all but i havent touched the older ones in ages

comfort book? not one specifically but the nancy drew books

perfect book to read on a rainy day? bird summons by leila aboulela

5 quotes from your fav book that you know by heart? i hope i can name five...

1)  “The point is, life has to be endured, and lived. But how to live it is the problem.” “I am no traveller, you are my world.” (both are My Cousin Rachel by Daphne Du Maurier)

2)  “And I’m terrified he’ll see through the tough iceberg layer, and he’ll discover not a soft, sweet girl, but an ugly fucking disaster underneath.” (The Way I Used to Be by Amber Smith)

3)  "I cannot make speeches, Emma," he soon resumed; and in a tone of such sincere, decided, intelligible tenderness as was tolerably convincing. "If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. But you know what I am. You hear nothing but truth from me. I have blamed you, and lectured you, and you have borne it as no other woman in England would have borne it. Bear with the truths I would tell you now, dearest Emma, as well as you have borne with them. The manner, perhaps, may have as little to recommend them. God knows, I have been a very indifferent lover. But you understand me. Yes, you see, you understand my feelings and will return them if you can. At present, I ask only to hear, once to hear your voice.” (Emma by Jane Austen) (sorry for the length, the shortened versions were not cutting it for me)

4)  “Read, read, read. That's all I can say.” (The Secret of the Old Clock by Carolyn Keene)

5)  “...amazing how boring you can get away with being when you’re pretty. No one seems to notice. When you’re pretty everyone just assumes you must have a great life. People are so short-sighted, sometimes. People are so stupid. I have a dark past and I have dark thoughts. I do dark things and I scare myself sometimes.” (Invisible Girl by Lisa Jewell)

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TV AND MOVIES

fav tv/movie genre? i like dramedies, mockumentaries, and procedurals 

fav movie? ive got a massive list on my phone but ill pick Doob (No Bed of Roses) and 3-Iron as my favs for today

comfort movie? 2000s romcoms, im talking clueless, 13 going on 30, how to loe a guy in ten days, ten things i hate abt you, legally blonde

movie you watch every year? mamma mia and all listed in prev question

fav tv show? too many, currently im rewatching arrested development

comfort tv show? new girl

most rewatched tv show? new girl

ultimate otp? shawn and jules from psych (ultimate bc ive been watching since diapers literally)

5 fav characters? winston bishop, stiles stilinski, bellamy blake, clarke griffin, lydia martin

tv shows or movies | short seasons (8-13 episodes) or full seasons (22 episodes or more) | one episode a week or binging | one season or multiple seasons | one part or saga | half hour or one hour long episodes | subtitles on or off | rewatching or watching just once | downloads or watches online

super fun even though it took me an hour lmao, I'm tagging @technosoot @hometothecanyonmoon @sassylilnoodle @sushiniall @rosegold-thorns no pressure and sorry if youve already been tagged!

edit: i somehow managed to forget what i consider to be one of the greatest opening verses ever???? so bonus lyrics:

Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog / Where no one notices the contrast of white on white / And in between the moon and you / The angels get a better view / Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right (Round Here - Counting Crows)

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Valentine [Criminal Minds: Spencer Reid x F! Reader]

A/N: Self-indulgent and SAUCY

Valentine by 5SOS

Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds

Female Reader

18+, children do not interact 

just posted no edit haha im bad

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I love the light in your eyes and the dark in your heart You love our permanent chase and the bite of our bark We know we're classic together like Egyptian gold We love us

Spencer Reid had a hard life. Absentee father, a mother with schizophrenia, being a certified child genius that continued into adulthood, addiction problems, love and relationship problems, and his job didn’t make life a walk in the park. But still, [Y/N] [L/N] loved how he continued to smile, and that smile held the sun.

They had known each other during childhood. As much as some of us would like it, sometimes you just can’t avoid the neighbors. Spencer’s happy that this neighbor was his age AND liked him. While she tended school at the normal regular place, she continued talking to him and doing her best to help him prosper in school, even if he was 12 graduating high school, though it was usually the other way around on who was helping who. 

Childhood crushes are a thing, though these two weren’t that good at pursuing it. [Y/N] was always the flirtier of the two, teasing Spencer for years. The old couple down the road distinctly remember seeing a 16 year old [Y/N] making a 16 year old Spencer turn as red as the rising sun one hot summer pool party day. Everyone on the street thought they belonged together. But the two of them never got together until well into adulthood. 

While they had pursued their own careers, the two continued talking and supporting each other. [Y/N] was there through every almost relationship of Spencer’s including the worst fucking heartbreak of his life with Maeve. She ended up moving closer to him to help him cope, and while she had still loved him since childhood, she knew that any romantic feelings were on the backburner until she could get Spencer feeling okay again. Which, while it took awhile, did happen eventually. 

It don't matter, be combative or be sweet cherry pie It don't matter just as long as I get all you tonight

Like any relationship, the two had their ups and downs. The downs were a rare occurrence however and also sadly usually happened around the same time Spencer started using again, but if the two were able to spend the night together they knew they would be alright. 

I can take you out, oh, oh We can kill some time, stay home Throw balloons, teddy bears and the chocolate eclairs away Got nothing but love for you, fall more in love every day Valentine, valentine

It was a special night, this night. A certain 1 year anniversary night that also happened to reside on the most love filled night of the year. And knowing Spencer, he went the whole nine yards. Starting the morning with breakfast in bed. Morning spa day at [Y/N] favorite spa/relaxation joint. A quick lunch at the wonderful vegetarian sandwich joint they found in downtown. A museum trip viewing beautiful artwork (that wasn’t as beautiful as she is, Reid thinks). Dinner at the fancy joint uptown, Reid scored a reservation a month ago. After dinner, returning home for a movie and end the night together. 

[Y/N]’s plans were a little less planned out: 1) enjoy the day with Spencer and 2) get laid. So, as she got ready in the morning (not knowing about Spencer’s breakfast in bed plan) she put herself in a spicy two piece black lingerie with a seductive red lipstick up top. As she exited the bathroom to throw her dress on, she wasn’t expecting to her a loud clack as Spencer dropped the tray with breakfast. Startled, she jumped slightly and looked up at him, only to see him a bright red despite his attempts to hide his face with his hands. A coy smile made its way to her lips as she sauntered up to him and took his hands off his face. 

“Hey pretty boy~” she said, her arms moving to wrap around his neck. By instinct his hands wrapped around her waist. “While I love the effort you put into everything today...I think I just want to stay in bed with you, is that alright?” She battered her eye lashes and Spencer’s sharp breathe gave her the answer she needed as she led him to bed, breakfast forgotten on the floor behind them. 

So deep, your DNA's being messed with my touch Can’t beat us So real, fueling the fire until we combust Can’t touch us

Spencer’s pajamas and [Y/N]’s lingerie didn’t last long on their bodies. In a flurry of motion Spencer was stripped nude, his pants hanging on the closet door handle, his shirt somewhere near breakfast, and his boxers on the lamp on the bedside table. He was gentler with the removal of [Y/N]’s, still fast but taking the few seconds to cherish the feel of it against her skin, how it decorated her hips and breasts in a heavenly manner. If Spencer was to thank God, it would be for lining everything up for this moment, he thinks, sliding her panties down her legs till they fall off the bed. Her bra is the next to go, her nipples hardening at the cool breeze of the bedroom. She’s a fucking goddess beneath him, he thinks, and he can’t wait to ravage her. He licks his lips, his eyes going dark, and he bends his head down, kissing down her stomach to her thighs before carefully placing his mouth against her folds. She shutters, her fingers instinctively grasp at his long and curly hair.

“Fuck,” she mutters, her body shivering as his tongue works its magic on her folds. The tip of his tongue teases her clit and she resists the urge to close her thighs around his head. Almost as if he knows what’s up, he’s laying down on the bed and using his arms to hold her thighs in place, picking up the pace with his mouth as he kisses and licks her. A finger joins in the eating out session as he sticks it in, and he can feel her tense. 

She’s breathing heavily. It’s been a while since they’ve done this and while she admits she understands, its a hard and busy life, she’s been feeling a little touch starved and now by god is she sensitive to it. He’s working his magic on her and she’s starting to see stars.

“Spencer, Spencer, please. I need you,” She groans out, clenching her fist against the mattress. He’s willing to back off against you, the skin red and wet. He sits up, lining himself and his cock against her entrance. He guides his cock with his hand and uses the slick wetness against her skin as a form of lube. He goes slow, putting the tip in. He looks up at her, and she has an impatient pout on her face. He grins and bend downs, kissing her. She can taste herself against his lips and he pulls away, biting her lip. She’s so hot and bothered she doesn’t expect him suddenly slamming his cock inside her entirely. She jolts, and the moan that comes out of her mouth is befitting to her goddess status. He pulls out only slightly before slamming back in. His thrusts are quick and impatient, and so is she. Her hands make their way to his back, scratching up the skin there. His hands reside on other side of her hair, careful not to yank on her hair. He can tell she has her nailed the second her back starts arching. Teasingly, he slows his thrusts down, and she whines beneath him. He pulls out entirely, sitting down on the bed. She looks at him confused and is suddenly tugged on top of him. She lowers herself onto his lap, his cock reentering her and filling her up. He picks up the speed of thrusting again, their chests against each other. She bounces on him, grinding her hips against him, feeling the frictions between the two like a burning fire. 

The fire between the two builds as both get closer and closer to climax. The sound of skin against skin and panting fills the room and perhaps the whole house. She goes first, cumming on his cock and tightens around him, pulling his orgasm out as well. They continue sitting together, panting and coming down from their highs. She kisses him again, and he gleefully kisses her back. Her hands yet again find themselves in his messy hair and his against her waist. After a bit, and taking a breather, Spencer speaks.

“If we hurry we still might be able to make it to your spa day.” She lets out a laugh.

Full plate, don’t wait, have your cake and eat it too Full plate, don’t wait, have your cake and eat it

[peggyrose19]

Picture Frames and Ocean Waves

Heeheehee we’re back with some St. Tweedle angst, part 1. This is not related to the newest chapter, although there will be something coming at some point related to that, don’t you worry :) Anyway, here’s Saint looking back on the day Luke left for university.

song for this fic: Castaway - 5SOS (i did say ages ago it had rk vibes)

characters by @lumosinlove. tagging @im-oknutzy-trash and @wonder-womans-ex my st. tweedle partners in crime.

Saint stared unseeingly out at the ocean. The waves crashed and melted into each other, the same grey-blue as the sky. It was cold out, what passed for winter fast approaching as September came to a close, but Saint didn’t notice the chill in the air. Nor did he particularly care. Luke’s house loomed behind him, empty save for the housekeeper, busy somewhere in the heart of it. His mom was somewhere; Saint didn’t particularly care. He cared far more about where Luke was, hundreds of miles away at university. 

That last summer had crept up on them fast. Saint had always known he’d never be able to leave the island, at least not for long. And he’d always known Luke would never be able to stay. He had just never imagined it hurting quite so much.

“Hey, Tweedle,” Saint sang, pulling himself easily through Luke’s open window. He left it open a lot these days. 

Luke didn’t look up from his laptop sitting before him on his bed. “Hey.”

Saint peered over his shoulder. “What’re you working on?”

“Nothing,” he replied tersely. “‘M waiting.”

“For?” Saint prompted. It was like pulling teeth with him sometimes. 

“Decisions come out today. This is my first choice school.” He gestured to the screen, and Saint squinted at it. 

“Oh.” Saint felt something welling up in him, some foreign feeling that choked the air from his lungs and made his heart constrict painfully. He decidedly did not like it. 

“Yeah. Should be out in-” Luke glanced at the clock- “two minutes.” 

“So why are you looking now?”

Luke glanced away from the screen to glare at Saint, who just smirked at him. 

“I hate it when you make sense,” he grumbled. Saint grinned, and leaned down to press a quick kiss to Luke’s lips. 

“Bet I can distract you for the next, hmmm 90 seconds,” he murmured. Luke looked as though he wanted to protest, but Saint cocked an eyebrow, and he seemed to give in, tilting his chin up again to catch Saint’s lips once more. 

Saint had always loved kissing Luke. He was warm, comforting. Familiar. Even that first time, pushed against the wall in this very room, wrists pinned under Luke’s strong grip. Or the second time, being pelted with wind and rain in the middle of the ocean, torn apart by the storm too soon. They’d kissed many times since then, more than kissed, and yet it never got old for Saint, never lost the magic and comfort Luke brought. 

“Mmph, gotta check,” Luke muttered against his lips, pulling Saint from his thoughts. Saint rolled his eyes, Luke already turned away. He raised a hand to his lips, the taste of Luke still on his tongue. 

He watched lazily as Luke refreshed the page, logging in once more with a frustrated groan. But his fingers froze on the keyboard as it loaded and a letter popped up on the screen. 

“I got in,” he breathed. “I got in.” He turned to Saint with wild eyes, a smile alighting his face, and Saint didn’t know what to do with that.

He tried for a smile. “Well, of course you did Tweedle.” 

In the next moment, Saint found himself in Luke’s arms, falling awkwardly back against the mattress. Luke held him close, and as his body shook, Saint realized Luke was laughing.  

“Why are you laughing?” Saint asked, pulling back as best he could to see Luke’s face. His eyes held more joy than Saint had never seen in them. 

“Cause I fucking got in! I’m going to fucking university, Saint!” 

“It means you’re leaving.”

That was the thing, wasn’t it? Luke was always going to leave, the island, his family, Saint. For a while, Saint had had a chance at keeping him. With his father in prison, Saint knew there was no chance of him leaving. But then he was released. And then arrested once more. And Luke had given up. 

And Saint had lost his chance.

He wanted Luke back. He wanted him home and safe and in his arms, not off at some fucking university with strangers and a new city and not him. Of course, Saint would rather be caught dead than admit that. 

He’d said it anyway. And then Luke had left.

The sun had long since set when Luke said goodbye. Saint stood beside him on the beach, watching the calm waves lap at the shore. He held tightly to Luke’s hand. 

“I don’t want you to go,” Saint had whispered, words getting washed away by the breeze. But Luke heard him. He always did. 

“I know.”

Saint hugged wryly. “You’re still going though. Aren’t you?” 

“I have to, Saint. I can’t go back now, it’s too late. I leave in the morning.”

Saint squeezed his eyes shut, fighting down the fear and anger and pain that threatened to well up and spill out, refusing to show all the terrible weakness he always kept hidden. 

But Luke always seemed to know, as he reached out to cup Saint’s cheek, warm and comforting. Saint turned into his hand, but said nothing, refusing to look at him. He knew he’d only find pity and sorrow in those eyes, and that would only make him break. 

“Saint. Look at me.” Those nimble fingers lifted his chin until their eyes met. Saint immediately wanted to look away. “Don’t be mad at me. Please.”

“Why not?” 

“Because, Saint! Not all of us can just stay on this fucking island! I get that you have some twisted need to stay here, but I can't. Okay? I am not you. I have to get out. And this is my way.”

Saint stared at Luke with wide eyes. He rarely snapped. Last time had been almost a year ago, at James’ house, right before that cursed storm had hit. 

“Fine.” 

And he turned and walked away.

When Saint looked back on it, he wished he hadn't left. He wished he’d stayed, or turned around as Luke called after him. 

He wished a lot of things. 

With a sigh, he turned his back on the familiar sea and walked across the Deveaux’s perfectly manicured lawn towards the house. He crept around back, to the familiar window always lit with golden light. Luke had left it open. 

Saint eased the window open and climbed inside, flipping on the lamp on Luke’s bedside table. The room filled with light, reminding Saint of late summer nights spent lying on Luke’s bed together, sometimes reading, sometimes kissing. 

With a sigh, he turned to Luke’s desk, and the scant few items left there. A lamp, a few pens and pencils, various knick-knacks, a few books, some photos. Saint’s gaze stopped on them. The top one was a picture Luke had taken back in February. It was of him, flipping off the camera with a smirk. 

He remembered that day. The two of them had fallen asleep on the beach that night, woken at dawn by the sunlight. Saint had sand in his hair, blown to the side by the wind. Luke had smiled at him for a long moment, sun lighting up his eyes, before pulling out his nearly-dead phone and snapping a picture. But not before Saint flipped him off. 

He hadn’t known Luke printed it out, wasn’t actually sure how he’d done it. There were others, of the beach, of the lacrosse fields, even one of the two of them together. He didn’t know why he’d left them there either. Or maybe he did. 

Saint felt… lonely, without Luke. He had no anchor anymore, left adrift at sea, abandoned. He couldn’t help but compare Luke to his mom, leaving him behind with barely a backward glance, never giving him a second thought. It hurt, in a way he hated himself for, hated his mom and Luke and everyone else for. Not that they’d truly done anything wrong. Or maybe they had. Saint didn’t know anymore. 

The morning Luke left, Saint waited for him at the docks. Boat was the only way off the island, with the airstrip long out of commission. Saint had watched Luke and his mom pull up, her car looking shiny and new as it always did. Luke had climbed out with barely a second glance, tugging his backpack and suitcase out of the trunk. Saint guessed one didn’t need much at university. 

Luke didn’t see him, but that was intentional. Saint didn’t want to be seen. The night before seemed so far away, so different from the morning. He didn’t know how they’d gotten here, avoiding each other, hating each other. Well. Pretending to hate each other. Saint could never truly hate him. 

With a sinking feeling in his chest, Saint watched Luke climb onto the boat and disappear below deck. He felt like a cliché movie character, waving their lover off to war or some shit, but he couldn’t bring himself to look away. Even with Luke out of sight, that pull stayed, long after the boat pulled away and became a small dot on the horizon. 

He had turned away angrily, pretending the tears in his eyes were from the wind or the pollen.

His heart had cracked, the day Luke left. A part of it sailing off to some other country, some other continent. These days Saint couldn’t quite decide if he wanted it back or not. He wanted Luke back, more than he truly cared to consider. But he had given Luke a part of himself knowing full well what it might mean, what it might lead to. And he’d done it anyway, choosing to trust him in what may just have been the stupidest move in his life. 

One day, he’d come back. As Saint sank into Luke’s desk chair, the picture in his hands, he could only hope that was true.

[babybuckleys]

sick day + cuddles - matt simmons.

summary: you are sick and matt comes to comfort you.

warnings: fluff?

a/n: so this is my first blurb for cm. hope you guys enjoy and also hope my panda anon enjoys and you feel better + your exam goes well!

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You had to leave work early because your boss said that you looked like you were about to pass out any second. Your whole body ached and as much as you don't like bringing your problems to work today was one of those days that you couldn't hide it. Your feet dragged around all day until your boss called it quits and told you to go home. And to make matters worse the cold that was threatening to take over in the back of your throat for a while now was indeed starting to take over.

You had finally got home and prepared yourself a warm bath for your sore body. As you were about to get in your phone started to ring. Your boyfriend’s contact flashed on the screen in front of you. You let out a sigh, not because you didn't want to talk to him but because you just wanted to get in this warm bath as soon as possible. “Hello.” you spoke out.

“Hey babe are we still on for lunch, I know you have about an hour lunch break.” Matt said eagerly since he couldn't wait to see you. You and Matt had this "tradition" where every Friday you guys would meet for lunch if he wasn't away for a case.

“Actually I'm at home, I'm not feeling my best so the boss sent me home.”

“Hang on babe I am coming over with soup and medicine, stay put ok.” There was shuffling on his end.

“Wait Matt I don’t want you getting si--.” Before you could finish your sentence he had already hung up.

30 minutes later you were sitting on the couch watching tv and your doorknob started to jiggle, Matt appeared shortly after. A fit of coughs left your mouth as you tried to start a conversation with your boyfriend. “Ok babe I think it's time for your medicine.” He grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and grabbed the medicine from the grocery bag. “I got you grape, since I know the cherry one is bad and they didn’t have bubblegum.”

“Matt did you seriously get me kids medicine instead of pills?” you raised your eyebrow at your boyfriend.

“I thought it would make it easier for you.” At his words you started to tear up. He had come all this way for you when he probably had plans with Luke after work. All he had here was the chance of getting sick and he still did everything possible to make you feel better.

“Ok im gonna make you soup and then we can watch our show.” he said as he kissed your forehead and headed to the kitchen. Matt headed to the kitchen and got out a pot to brew the soup in. Now he wasn't a full on chef but he could make a few dishes here and there. He quickly made the soup and brought it to you in the living room. After one episode of your show you had finished it and sat the plate down on your coffee table.

“Cuddles?” you said as you reached out your arms. The immediate warmth and welcoming feeling taking over. You nuzzled into his side and he placed small kisses on your forehead.

“Feeling better?" he asked softly.

"With you always." You said.

[cthomashoodstory]

Best Years but Not in the Same Way (28)

Calum Hood x Reader

Previous Part

Hi guys I’m so sorry for not updating in months i hope u guys still waiting!

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After their busy schedule at London, 5sos back to America for few days before they flew again to Australia for another promo.

And finally you got a chance to see Calum after a month you didn’t see him. He surprised you early morning at your apartment when you were still sleeping.

“Surprise.” You heard someone whispered on your left ear and you thought you were dreaming.

“What surprise?” You asked to the person who whispered and he laughed. You immediately opened your eyes because you scared someone laughed with a heavy voice in your bedroom and you found Calum sitting on your bed. “Cal? Is that you? Oh my!!!.”

You yelled and hugged him as fast as you can. “Hiiiiiii,” you greeted him while still hugging him. Then you kissed him. “Uhmm where’s that blonde hair went?” You smirked.

He chuckled. “He left my hair days ago.”

You laughed. “Are you busy today? Or you have a schedule?”

He shook his head. “I’m free until tomorrow. And July 2 we will go to Australia because we have The Voice performance and FoF show. What about you? You busy?”

You frowned. “No… im all free. Are you going take me somewhere? Because i miss you so much.”

“Sure, we will go somewhere you like.”

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Hours later you and him arrived at Boise Airport. He surprised you by taking you to your hometown. You didn’t expect this but you had a mix feeling. You happy to be in this city again but… you missed your dad so much.

You and him immediately get into taxi and went to your house.

It took 45 minutes to get into your house. When you arrived, you walked slowly and stared your door house. “It’s been what? 3 years?”

You saw Calum nodded. You used to came here back in 2016 to self healing and Calum after you and also Justin.

Then Calum gave the door key. “I stole it when you were sleeping.” You smirked and you opened the door.

Your heart beat faster when you entered the house. You’re house was still the same since the last time you came. But it smell so dusty. You sighed. “Memories bring back you, dad.” You said it quietly.

You saw the big picture of Your dad, stepmom and your half sister. You were bit upset when you first time saw it but you didn’t take it off.

“It didn’t change since the last time i came.” Said Calum. You just slightly smiled at him. At this point you didn’t know if you were happy or sad being in this place again. “Show me your bedroom.”

You shook your head. “I think not because it was so messy and full of stupid posters.” You were referring to Justin’s posters that hanging around room. You were his fan long time ago before you became songwriter.

“I will help you clean it.” You nodded and led him to your room. You held his hand while you and him walked upstairs. When we arrived, you opened your bedroom door and let him in. “Wow, your walls full of…,” he stared the posters one by one.

You grinned. “Will you help me?”

“Absolutely.” He touched his head and suddenly awkwardness is surrounded us.

You took the portable stairs that you keep on your wardrobe. Then you took the posters one by one. “My dad really hated me for put this posters on my walls.” You started conversation because Calum was sitting on the corner of your bedroom. “Can you clean up my vanity table?”

He nodded and start to separated your stuffs. “You had so many jewelry.” You looked at him and smiled. Then he put it into ziplock bag and continued clean it.

“Cal,” you called him while ripped the poster. He looked at you and responded with furrowed on his eyebrows “I gave Poo Bear a lyric i wrote years ago, and he took it and weeks later since i gave him, he called me back and he said he made a song with… this guy.” You pointed Justin’s big face on your wall. “Days later Justin called me and… we talked.” You sighed because you looked at Calum’s expression.

He was looking at you a minute straight, which made you nervous and then he talked. “It’s good. No more beef between you and him.” He looked at the window avoided the eye contact with you. But seconds later he looked at you again. “Come here, babe.”

He gave you his hand and you walked down the stairs. “I’m not angry at you. I’m happy that you’re in a good term with him. You don’t have any enemy anymore. I trust you, okay? You don’t have to worry about anything.” He hugged you and you returned the hug.

“C’mon, lets ripped his head.” He then took out the poster and you laughed.

-

You woke up at 7 a.m. and you saw Calum still sleeping. You really love his face when he all asleep. Then you got up from the bed and walked downstairs to see if there’s a food to be cooked. Wait, this house is empty for years and obviously there’s no food lol.

You decided to out of the house to buy some food for breakfast in… grocery store if its open. You already wear hoodie and sweatpants and also you brought your phone and wallet. The air was so cold and there was a bit haze on your way to somewhere. You still remember there was a store that open 24/7 3 blocks from your house.

Minutes later you arrived and you bought cereals, milks, some breads, and some snacks. Then you went back to your house and you saw Calum was stood at patio.

“Where have you been? Why you didn’t wake me up?” He rubbed his eyes and you hugged him. “I’m scared you were kidnapped or something.”

Then you pecked his lips. “I’m so sorry Cali. Won’t happen again.”

While you and him were talking, someone came to your yard. “Bara? Are you Bara? Oh My God you’re Bara! Do you remember me?” She approached you and shocked because she recognized you.

“Val. Oh My!!!” You yelled and hugged her straight away. “Valerie how you doing? It’s been what? 6 years?” You wiped your tears and stared at her face. She still looked the same.

She also wiped her tears. “Bar. I missed you so much.” Then she glanced at Calum who stood quietly behind you. “So who’s this?”

“Oh, he’s Calum Hood, the boyfriend.” You introduced him to her and he shook Val’s right hand.

After chatted for 15 minutes, you and Val exchanged number and both of you went inside again to breakfast. And then at noon, you and Cal went back to LA because tomorrow Calum has to fly again to Australia with his band mates.

While at the flight, you decided to to post a picture of you and Calum at your house at Boise on Instagram. And at the same time he did the same.

(Pls ignore my bad editing skill i hate myself)

“Why you post that picture? We literally have a good pose instead of that pic.” You called him out because you pissed at him. But he knew it was joking.

He laughed and you just rolled your eyes. “I love to post your silly act.”

Then you smiled “I can’t believe that we’re in this phase. You, me, dating. I was so hopeless about love and you really convinced about everything.”

-

To be continued.

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[calpops]

together | c.h.

@notinthesameguey said: If you're able to 👉👈What about a lazy dinner and they just talk about the wedding? Maybe they're huddled in the living room eating some pizza and they joke about wanting some pizza at their wedding and yeah

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Calum comes home late but you’re not alone, the ring on your finger keeps you company and reminds you of his promises. You don’t tire of staring at opal and silver inlaid with flecks of diamonds. It’s not just the beauty of the ring that keeps your attention but the feeling that it evokes. When the front door finally opens you turn from your perch on the couch and wave Calum over as he enters with a grin. His first instinct when he reaches you is to hold your hand, let his eyes look upon the ring and then let his lips brush the back of your hand past a smirk. 

“That ring was made for you,” he says in a whisper as you pull him down onto the couch, the reality of being engaged coming down with you.

“Did you eat?” You ask, knowing how Calum’s schedule always becomes skewed when studio and rehearsal hours wear him thin. “We have left overs.”

“I could go for that,” Calum says but makes no move to get to the fridge where day old pizza lingers. Instead, he nuzzles into you and takes a moment to be with you.

Ever since the night of tears and questions of distance you’ve both gotten back on track to spending time together. No more tense moments of silence follow you, no more doubts or fears plague you during lonely nights. Simple things bring you back to normalcy. Taking an extra moment to linger with each other, spending mornings together, getting engrossed in a new book when sleepless nights ensue. Now, it’s all done with a ring on your finger and plans of a wedding in your heads.

“Let’s go together,” you suggest around a laugh when he still makes no move to get food. He whines in a low rumble at the thought of disentangling himself from your side but he complies; leftover pizza in an empty stomach too tempting to give up on completely.

After it’s heated in the oven and put on plates brought over to the couch you settle back into each other’s holds. Your legs are draped across his lap, shoulder under his arm and his free hand occasionally running through your hair. You can tell he’s tired, that a book probably won’t be read tonight, so you enjoy a lazy dinner with him and talk while you can.

“I told my parents today,” Calum says and you know he’s referring to the engagement. You had kept it between yourselves for a week, wanting to spend some alone time as fiancé’s without anyone else in the mix. “My mum squealed. She actually squealed over the phone, I think Duke’s ears hurt after.”

You laugh, head tossed back into the cushions as you imagine his mom animatedly squealing through the phone. Calum’s sister Mali and Ashton already knew, had helped pick out the ring on your finger, helped to plan the day that became a second chance.

“And your dad?”

“He couldn’t believe it at first. Then I think it hit him fully and he realized it’s you and it all made sense after that.”

You go flush at his comment. His family’s love and support means worlds and worlds to you. You remember how nervous you were the first time you met them, but then how easy it was as soon as they were near. Mali had taken to you the moment you met, his mother had hugged you like you were family without question and his father held pride and happiness in his eyes as Calum introduced you as his.

“Do you think Mali would be in the wedding?” You wonder, hoping she might be your maid of honor, knowing you want her with you and that Calum would too.

“I think if she’s not you won’t have a groom to marry because she’ll kill me,” Calum laughed but turned serious around another bite of his slice of pizza.

“A groom,” you repeat in a wondrous sigh. Calum smirks. “I can’t believe you’re gonna be my groom. I don’t think I’ve ever even seen you in a full fledged tux before.”

Calum’s smirk only deepens and his tone goes playful, “should it be blue or orange? How many ruffles?”

Your eyebrows shoot up but you wave him off. “Well that would be stupid. Then we’d be matching.”

He laughs and goes on a tirade asking you if he’d marry you in this or that. You always nod, say yes, and eventually tell him you’d marry him no matter what.

“Do we have anymore?” Calum asks, gesturing to the empty plate. “That pizza is so good, I would marry it,” he exclaims and it’s so easy for both of you to speak of marriage now it feels freeing and light. Before it was a topic to tiptoe around, to mention only late at night when the stars and moon disguised the future.

“Not if you marry me first,” you shoot back and point up at the counter where a few slices remain.

He grins, pats your legs before getting up to grab the last of it and settle back down with you.

“We should have it at the wedding,” he comments before a bite and just the word wedding is enough to excite you. His eagerness to mention it, to plan it even in small jests and jokes makes you realize how much he wants this and how much you want him.

“At the reception,” you say seriously and he turns to give you a curious gaze. “Nothing’s better than a party, some drinks and then pizza.”

“I knew I was marrying you for a reason. We could have it at the engagement party too.”

“Engagement party?” You question, completely unaware and feeling stuck in left field at the mention.

“You really think our friends will let us get engaged and not have some sort of party?” Calum rebuts lightly. “Ashton was planning one before I even picked out the ring.”

Calum finishes his last bite and leans back into the plush cushions of the couch, arms seeking you out to pull you against his chest. “I suppose that would be okay,” you muse, typically not one for making a spectacle. “But nothing too big or fancy, okay?”

Calum’s eyes dart from you to the ceiling and back again. “I’ll talk to him.”

“Just close friends?” You ask and bite your lip. “And family if they can come.”

“Your parents?” Calum questions timidly.

Your parents aren’t a subject you bring up much or much of presence in your life. They’ve never met Calum and to some it might be strange you’re engaged without your parents knowing your fiancé. But they’ve never worked that way. You’ve never been close and sometimes the distance hurts but you’ve had Calum and his family to make it feel better.

“Maybe…” you muse and lose yourself in thought for a moment. “Maybe we should invite them to dinner with just us first? That might be easier.”

“Whatever you want,” Calum replies and you believe his sincerity. “I’ll be right there with you,” he soothes as if he can feel the anxiety beating inside you. “We’ll get through it. Dinner, the party. And then we’ll be married.”

“Oh,” you smile. “It’s that simple? Why don’t we just elope?”

Calum shrugs. “I would if you wanted,” he says and rubs his hand up and down your arm. “Though it’d be a shame if no one else got to see how beautiful you’ll be in white.”

You blush. Still amazed he can elicit such reactions from you. “And you in your bright orange ruffled tux.”

He laughs and so do you. It doesn’t matter if you elope, if a crowd of hundreds gather, if you wear white and he wears orange. All that matters is you’ll be together. 

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