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tinyglitterrose · 2 years

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Let Me See You

Mashton

Warnings: self hate

some fluff for a change: Ashton feels insecure and Michael helps him feel better.

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Michael had noticed it the first time when Ashton kept his shirt on when they went to the beach.

Sure, some people kept their shirt on when they were swimming but Michael had never paid it much mind and never wondered why some of these people might do this.

So he had confusedly asked his boyfriend of a week: "Hey, Ash, why are you not taking off your shirt?"

Ashton had only shrugged and told him he felt cold.

But he couldn't possibly always be feeling cold.

Especially not during a hot bath.

"I know you're not comfortable with being naked around each other, Ash, so I thought we could wear swimming trunks."

Ashton shook his head again.

Michael didn't know that it was a struggle for him just to wear short pants or said swimming trunks - and squeezing into a bathtub with the other tall boy? No, he would notice how fat he was and how annoyingly squishy everywhere. Ashton didn't even let his boyfriend cuddle him for that reason.

Ashton had always wanted to cuddle. He'd never done it and he craved it but he was too disgusted by the thought of the other boy having to feel his body.

And he didn't want him to see it either. He couldn't even look at himself, always averting his eyes when he was showering or getting changed.

So how was he supposed to let someone else look at him?

What if Michael would realise how much better he could do if he saw him like this - without clothes?

"Ash? You in there?" Michael was waving his hand in front of Ashton's face with a slight smile on his own. He looked fond of the other boy.

"I- yea, sorry"

"S fine, but do you really wanna waste that water? It's already in the bathtub."

"You can just use it yourself", Ashton's voice was careful and soft, "I just don't feel like taking a bath today, you know."

"You told me you love it, though"

Damn, he had. Michael knew that Ashton loved baths much more than a quick shower. He didn't see any way out of this, so a few minutes later he was left alone in the bedroom, a pair of swimming trunks pressed into his hand.

Michael was already getting changed in the bathroom.

It wasn't even one of those big pant like one, it was one of those wimming trunks that stick tightly to your body and that made everything even worse.

"Ash?", Michael's head and one of his bare shoulders peaked out of the bathroom door.

Ashton looked up from the piece of clothing in his hand.

He must have looked pretty broken, as Michael immediately walked towards him, a worried expression on his face. "Hey, you okay?"

Ashton gulped, trying to manage a tight smile, but that only made his boyfriend's worried expression deeper.

"What's up?", he carefully asked as he wrapped his arms around his still fully clothed boyfriend.

Ashton breathed deeply, trying to find the confidence to tell his boyfriend what was going on. But he didn't even have to.

"You don't wanna take off your clothes?"

He shook his head.

Then he was being led into the bathroom and Michael grabbed under his thighs softly, lifting him up to sit him on the counter by the sink.

Ashton kept his head hung low, inspecting his hands that lay in his lap.

"Baby", Michael whispered and carefully put a finger under the other man's chin to lift his head up. Green eyes met hazel ones. But only for a second, then Ashton quickly averted his.

"Hey", Michael kept his voice in that low whisper, "Look at me please"

Ashton bit his lip, then pulled his head away. Michael's hand fell back down and he looked at his boyfriend with sad eyes. Something wasn't right here. Really not right.

"Ash -", a sob escaped the other boy and his big hands went up to harshly rub at his eyes that were threatening to spill tears.

"I- I'm sorry" he hiccuped, trying to shrink in on himself on the counter and bend away from Michael at the same time.

"Hey, hey, no", Michael reached out, slowly to not scare Ashton, and grabbed his face in both hands, carefully turning it back so he could look into those hazel eyes again. There were glassy now, the first teardrop slipling into his lower lashline right as they made eyecontact again.

"Don't be sorry, it's okay", he wiped the tear and the ones that were quickly following away with his thumbs, "Can you talk to me, though, babe? Please?"

Ashton shrugged, a sad tired movement of his shoulders.

Michael gave him time to gather the courage to tell him. He stayed silent and just caressed his boyfriend carefully, aware that he wouldn't speak up if he pressured him.

"I just...", Ashton gulped, looking down to let his curls cover his face, "I'm so ugly"

It was merely a whisper, but Michael still heard it.

Adjusting his voice to his boyfriend's he said: "Why do you think that, baby?"

Another few minutes passed, Ashton self consicously picking at his arms and keeping his curls hiding his face.

Michael carefully massaged his thighs with his thumbs, the rest of his fingers just splaying on them and holding onto him.

"I'm fat", the drummer finally mumbled again, "And disgusting. You're all so fit, but I'm so fat. It doesn't look like I excerzise or play drums almost every night at all. I just look fat, Mike. So fat and ugly."

Michael's voice sounded heartbroken when he let out a small "Baby"

Ashton just shook his head, not wanting to hear any consoling words from his boyfriend. He was his boyfriend he had to be nice to him.

"I'm not just being nice, Ash. I love you. The boys love you. The fans do. And none of us think that you're fat.", his hands went to grip the others hips instead, "If I thought you were fat and if you wanted to change that - because you wouldn't have to, I love you either way and I just want you to be comfortable - but if you did, I'd help you change. But, Ash - there's nothing fat or ugly about you. Yes, you're a wide strong boy. But you're my wide strong boy with your big thighs that I love so much and your arm muscles and strong stomach and your chest - you know, I love your chest", Ashton did, Mikey went nuts whenever he got to see part of his chest in those vests he wore on stage, "I love all of you, to be exact, baby. All of you, do you hear me? And all of you is beautiful and cute and strong. Ash, everyone who looks at you can see that you work out, that you're one big muscled boy. Just biceps, wow! And I know I've never seen your upper body, but baby - I go crazy just thinking about it."

"And when you'll see it you'll be disappointed", Ashton mumbled sadly, lifting his hands to try and tug the collar of his shirt further up his neck, so it would hide more of him.

Michael softly grabbed his hands, shaking his head. "Did you not listen to anything I just said, Ash?"

Sad hazel eyes met his then. Ashton looked like he was close to crying.

"I did. But you're lying, Mike. You've never seen - and when you do, you'll see that I'm right and -"

"Well, let's see then, shall we?"

Ashton's eyes widened in shock, then his body started to try to wiggle away from Mike's hands that were mercilessly tugging up his shirt. Michael didn't want to torture his boyfriend, but he needed him to see what he saw. There was no doubt that Ashton was beautiful, absolutely no doubt.

His big freckled hands tried to pry down the fabric of the shirt that was already rucked up to under his armpits now, but Michael might be weaker and have smaller hands, but he wasn't willing to give up.

"Arms up, baby, you know there's no other way out of this"

He only noticed the tears running down the tanned boy's cheeks when he had given up, lifte his arms and immediately wrapped them around his chest and stomach, curling in on himself and trying his best to hide away.

A wave of guilt washed over Michael when he sae the tears.

"Babe" he whispered again, wiping away the tears, but new ones immediately followed. Then a small sob.

Michael had never seen Ashton like that.

"Stop, please", it sounded strangled, "You don't - I'm so disgusting, Mikey, please"

For a while, Michael was unsure of what to do. He really did not want his boyfriend to keep breaking like that in front of him, but he also really didn't want to see him ever think of himself as disgusting again. Because he wasn't.

At some point Michael realized that Ashton's eyes were peaking out from behind his curtain of curls, focused on something in front of him. The pale boy followed his gaze and blushed, when he found what he was so intensely looking at. But he also couldn't help but grin.

"Ash", he giggled, "I can see you looking at my dick"

The teary eyes shot up, curls bouncing on his forehead and his cheeks burning. "I- i"

"It's okay", Michael was still giggling a little, "I'll just put on some underwear real quick."

When he was done with that and turned back around, he wanted to squeak from happiness. Ashton had lowered his arms, the hands now resting in his lap again.

Although Mike really wanted to oggle the other's chest now that he saw it fully for the first time, but he instead softly took his hands in his own.

"Ash", he mumbled lovingly, lifting them up to his lips and kissing each of them.

"I love you", he whispered, "I love you, I love you, I love you"

While repeating those words, he slowly put Ashton's hands back down, giving view to his upper body. When Ashton saw his boyfriend's gaze lock onto it, he gripped tighter onto the hands still holding his. It was slightly painful, but Michael didn't say a thing.

He could see Ashton's chest rapidly rising and falling, his stomach muscles outlined, his tummy jutting out the tiniest bit where the line of his pants ended. And his chest hair, god, Michael actually had to hold himself back from starting to salivate all over himself.

"God", he mumbled, somehow sounding out of breath, "Ash"

Unsure hazel eyes looked at him again, so he finally let the smile take over his features and added "You're fucking hot"

A giggle slipped out of his boyfriend, making Mike grin even more. He immediately shook his head afterwards, though, refusing to believe it.

"Yes, Ash, yes, you are", he let go of his hands, having to pull a bit due to Ashton's grip on them, then sat them on the other's stomach as carefully as possible, "And what were you saying about having no muscles? Yes, I feel softness - not fat, Ash, softness -, but I feel a damn lot of muscle underneath this."

Ashton was blushing furiously.

"And your chest, Ash.", he gave his boyfriend a long look.

"What - what is it?", the boy asked in return, worried, "I - is it too hairy? I can shave it ,I promise, I-"

"Don't you dare" Michael gave a lopsided grin, "your 'hairy chest' is freaking hot, Ash. I wanna grab it and squish it and put my hands all over it. God, Ash, I want to get my mouth on it."

Ashton's blush increased. A lot.

"You - uh"

"You are the most beautiful, most attractive man I have ever seen, Ash. And I want us to work on you seeing that the same way, okay? I want you to grow comfortable to be shirtless around me, around other people. And then I want you to become confident of your thighs, baby. I want you to be able to take your pants off in front of me and be proud of those wide beautiful muscled pieces of legs you have. I want you to freaking dance naked in the shower, while I'm standing next to you, okay?"

Okay, maybe the last one was a bit too much. Which didn't mean that Michael definitely wanted it, but he didn't want to overwhelm his boyfriend.

"Okay?", he repeated, now in a hushed tone again, "Are you with me? Will you work on it with me?"

Ashton blinked a few times, drying tears still on his red cheeks and hazel eyes sad, but not as sad as before.

Finally he gave a small nod.

A bright smile took over Michael's features and he leaned in to smooch his boy right on the lips.

"Thank you", he mumbled against them, "Thank you. I'm so proud of you, I love you."

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I think I want to make this a series. I want to keep describing the way Ashton starts to love himself as much as he should, but then again I always wanna make my new pieces into series...😂

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aleebmealone · 2 years

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The Manager- Full Chapter Masterlist

The new 5 Seconds Of Summer fanfiction, on tumblr and wattpad!

Hi, I’m Aleeb, the author. Below are all the chapters I have so far. I will first be updating on Wattpad and then I will come and update here. Please comment or message me if you have any questions or concerns. I am not really familiar with Tumblr, so I would prefer a message on twitter or wattpad that both have the same handle, aleebmealone !!!

Thank you so much for reading!

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

#5sos #5sosfanfic #5sosficmasterlist #5sosfic #5secondsofsummer #5secondsofsummerfanfic #5secondsofsummerfic #lukehemmings #calumhood #michaelclifford #ashtonirwin #lrh #afi #mgc #cth

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teacupirwin · 2 years

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Till The Sunshine Fades

Pairings: Alex Gaskarth/ Jack Barakat/ Michael Clifford/ Calum Hood Rating: Teen and Up Key tags: English teacher AU, long-distance, fluff, hurt comfort, wedding

Current Word Count: 23311

Summary: Distance has been a constant in Alex and Jack’s relationship since they were eighteen, but when a position as an English teacher opens up at their old high school Alex considers moving back home, all while waiting for someone to pop the question.

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Hi everyone,

I’m working on the last book in the I’m a Sinner I’m a Saint series and figured I’d link it here :)

#jalex fic #alltimelow #5sosfic #malum #Alex Gaskarth #Jack Barakat #alternate universe #I've been working on this for way too long #fanfic #fluff #multiple chapters

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daydadahlias · 6 months

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is there one thing u feel is criminally underrated in 5sosfic? like a tag, an au, a pairing, characteristics and character traits? etc etc

ashton descriptions <3 no but i want more really good sex work aus. they're my favorite genre of fic and we have, like,, virtually none. i also think <333 we need more ashton hurt/comfort <33 please and thank you <333 in terms of characteristics, though, this is more a complaint of what is overrated but... people need to stop writing luke as dumb. i want more fics were luke is treated like an actual human being and not a bimbo barbie doll <3

#pigeon #anon #i dont whine abt this as much as i used to but #it still bothers me #so i'll say it #<3

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highstwildflower · 3 years

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Sweet lovemaking

A/n: Thank you so much to @janeys-stuff for this request I hope it is everything you wished for my dearest🤍 there is bunch of SMUT ahead so please read at own risk!

Soft water droplets are hitting against your skin as you make your way through the streets of Paris. Your cold hands grabbed onto the doors of the lingerie shop, you were in the city of love and you were ready for some romance. Though you had been dating Ashton for 4 months nothing sexual had happened between the two of you. At first you had been nervous, he was so experienced and you weren't. When you had told him about this concern he had been so gentle, rough hands softly rubbing your hand as you anxiously let him into your insecurities of not being enough, or good enough for him. Though, he reassured you that it would be fine, he was also okay with waiting until you felt ready. You admired him so much more for the space and respect that he had showed you but now it felt like you were stuck, and it felt impossible to take the first step into the world of sex with Ashton. But god you wanted him. Everyday it was like pure torture, being so close to him. When his soft lips pressed against that one spot on your neck, just below your ear, it felt like you might explode. When his large hands wrapped around the back of you neck, holding you tight against him as he molded your lips together, you had to do something about it.

Inside the shop you made your way around until you saw the black lace lingerie set hanging right infant of you, it was perfect. Picking out your size, you checked out and continued your walk in the rain. A soft smile was plastered on your face as you were making your way to the hotel where your boyfriend was waiting for you. He wasn't ready for what was about to hit him you thought to yourself. It was like the air in Paris was different from the one in LA, everybody was much more gentle. An older man held the door for you at the hotel and you thanked him with a big smile and a small nod. The elevator ride felt both incredibly shot and long. Your breath quickened as you realized what was about to happen, excitement and anxiousness mixed together in your body and you felt nauseas. With hasty steps you walked towards the hotel room.

Reluctant you opened the door and stepped into the suite. The air of the room was warm against your skin and the air almost burned in your lunges. Just as you were about to call out for Ashton you stopped dead in your steps. Soft whimps were coming from deeper in the suite. Mentally you prepared to see another girl intertwined with Ashton, already you blamed yourself. No man could go that long without release. let alone a man like Ashton who had had everything. Without making a sound you walked into the suite, with each step the loud pumps of your heartbeat became louder, as someone was drumming against your eardrum. The sight that met your eyes left you speechless.

Ashton was propped against the headboard, his head rolled back and eyes closed. His torso was exposed, and the tan skin looked tight as his abs were flexed. His pelvis was also exposed to your gaze. His hard cock was in-between his right thumb and index-finger, his wrist snapping to bring pleasure to himself. The white sheets were draped over his legs, while his feet stuck out. His toes curled in pleasure when he hit his sweet spot. You knew it was rude to watch him when he hadn't allowed you to, but you couldn't take your eyes off him. It was as of he was your personal art, so enchanting. So you stared at him. For minutes you just followed every motion he made, every little motion was important and new for you. The head of his cock looked so angry with the red color it was dressed in, you became worried it seemed like it would be painful, but a simple glance at Ashtons face confirmed that he was nowhere near pain. He was in pure bliss.

Carefully not to disturb him you started to undress yourself, firstly you placed the pink bag on the floor next to you, the paper crumbled slightly but it didn't disturb him. Your jacket was next, closely followed by your boots. You continued with slow motions until you were left in only your underwear. With careful movements you crawled onto the bed, slowly coming closer to his exposed body. His eyes snapped open and fear flashed in his eyes before lust filled them again, he took in your nearly naked body and reached for you. "Hi baby" his voice was soft and gently, like he always was with you. So different from the loud and pushy Ashton the world knew, it made your heart flutter to think about, you were one of the few people he was completely himself with. It made you feel even more ready to be with him. "Hi" you murmured into a soft kiss, his lips felt like home, relief filling your body. "how long have you been watching me baby girl?" your eyes escaped the eye contact and blood rushed to your cheeks "I've been watching you for a minute" you breathed deeply before whispering "it was really hot." His big thump swiped across your bottom lip but stopped halfway "what was that kitten?" the teasing tone in his voice drew your insane "please" it was just a wimp, so fragile and needy. He pulled you in for a rough kiss, it was just what you needed. He guided your body closer, having your sitting on his thigh with a leg on either side. He felt your wetness against his skin and moaned into the kiss. He wrapped his hands around your hips and helped you with building up a rhythm as you were riding his thigh. His lips trailed down your neck, and you rolled back your head, exposing your cleavage. His right hand came to fondle your breast as his lips made their way in-between your boobs. All thoughts had left your head and pleasure was the only thing crossing your mind. "fuck yes baby" Your moans surprised yourself but Ashton grinned from ear to ear as he continued to work your body. "Good baby, it so good to see you like this. So much better than my fantasies." his praise was sending you over the edge as he brought his thump to rub your love button. His name fell from your lips as your high sent you to the moon "ash ash ash, fuuuck" he held your close and you held onto him as if your life depended on it. Chest to chest you sat as you came back down to earth.

Leaning back he smiled at you before placing a kiss on your lips. "Ash?" "mhm what is it baby?" "I want you to teach me something" he lifted an eyebrow as he encourage you to go on "I want to pleasure you as you just pleasured me" "Oh baby, you don't have to its ok!" "no, I really want to. When I watch porn I get really turned on by the idea of giving a blowjob, and I really want you to teach me?" You shot him a shy look through your eyelashes and his heart skipped a beat. His girl, red cheeks, plumb lips, messy hair, wearing close to nothing and so innocently asking to blow his dick. His dick twitched under you as he thought of your warm mouth wrapped around him. "Only if you want me to of course" his lack of words had made you doubt yourself, he was quick to grab your head between his hands, eyes locking with yours before he spoke "I would love that your naughty girl." Now it was your turn to give him a brig grin.

You got yourself into a position that looked a lot like the ones you had seen in porn. You were sat on your knees at the edge of the bed and he placed himself in front of you. He smiled down at you with both desire and love and you looked back at him, ready to pleasure him. "if at anytime you are uncomfortable let me know baby, it has to be fun for us both not just me" you nodded at his words, so grateful for him and his caring soul. "So, you don't have to take the whole thing into your mouth, at first you can ease into it. Just gently doing that feels natural to you baby" you moved closer to him "also no teeth at anytime please" his words were quick and you couldn't hep the chuckle that felt from your lips. He gathered your hair into a ponytail allowing you better space. First you licked at the slid at the head and he hissed, confused you looked at him " its good baby, I like that" so you did it again, after a few cat-licks you took the head into your mouth. It was heavy against your tongue and it felt a bit odd, but you began to suck at it like it was a lollipop, softly but firm. Ashton was moaning above you, your name fell from his lips numerous times. He put a little pressure on the back of your head, taking the hint you took more of him into your mouth, his cock felt good on your tongue and you were enjoying it. Loosing yourself to the enjoyment your body took over. You bobbed your head up and down, licking at the tip when you reached it before taking all of him in again. You continued this motion until you felt him twitch in your mouth. Pulling him from your mouth you stroke his cock as you bashed you lashes at him "I want you to come in my mouth Ash" Ashton looked at you with a sheepish smile "just continue what you were doing baby, holy shit." You twirled your tongue around the tip before sucking at the head, pulling him out with a pop. The cooler air hit his head and just as he was about to complain you took all of him in again. Deep throating him you played with his balls at the same time, the pleasure took over Ashtons body and he sent his load down your throat.

You pulled away from his sex as you swallowed the warm liquid. It didn't taste bad, but it also didn't taste well so you were quick on you feet to get some water, Ashton was right behind you "Im so sorry, did I hurt you? please y/n" you grapped some what before answering him, when you turned around and saw the worried look on his face. You smiled at him "No baby, it just wasn't that tasty" you both laughed loudly as he pulled you onto the bed "I love you so much baby" "I love you Ashton".

#5sos #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #calum hood #fanfiction #5sos calm #5sos fandom #5sosfic #fiction #5sos fanfic #5sos smut #smut #y/n x ashton #ashton smut #i love ash so much #one shot #shortstory #5sos preferences #ashton irwin fic

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kaleidoscopeminds · 3 years

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Okay last one for now I promise: “I’m right where I belong.” for ot4

maggie i never thought i would get my blog back but here we are!!! i was so obsessed with this for ot4 i wrote and posted on ao3 but!! we will post here also now i’ve returned!!! 💖💖💖

That’s the thing about the four of them, they say they can’t really pinpoint exactly how it happened. How it became the four of them in every single iteration of the words, wrapped and tied together securely, looping in and out and around them all. The way they fell together reflected the way they started in the first place, jumbled and messy, knotted like unorganised wires in a drawer, and it went a little something like this.

Calum and Michael were first. Best friends for as long as they could remember, it was only natural that they were each other’s first everything, sneaking kisses to “practice” when they were thirteen years old, sloppy and messy, giggling and avoiding each other’s eyes afterwards, only to immediately come back together. The subsequent sexuality crisis to come for both, pulled out of it by the other with a firm grip and returns of whispered “you’re okay I’m your best friend I’m not going anywhere” echoed between them both under the covers on wobbly nights, tilted and hazy with worry. Michael had been first, slightly more assured of his own self and older in most ways, but Calum had followed not too far behind, as was the case in pretty much all their experiences.

Over the years fumbling kisses turned to more, clumsy and hurried in their rooms at sleepovers; muffling themselves on each other's lips as they learnt themselves and each other, the feeling of safety and support that only the other could bring. And that was that. They were best friends, more than friends, more than boyfriends, more than lovers. But also none of that. Just Michael and Calum. And whenever they strayed with other people, they always found themselves back together, like a piece of elastic wrapped around their wrists, stretching and pulling away only to snap back together as soon as the strain got too much, yanked towards each other to find comfort and solace.

Luke came along a bit later as with the band. Calum reached out to him when he was alone and friendless, sharing kind words in music class and giving him smiles freely which took him off guard when in the rest of his life he felt like he’d always had to pay for kindness, to be expected to give something in return. He antagonised Michael at first with his closeness to Calum, the way he connected with him was something Michael had only seen Calum have with himself before and he felt jealous towards the other boy as a only a fifteen year old can. He felt as if Luke was going to rip Calum away from him for himself, tie the two of them together with his own string and leave Michael out of it, untethered and floating. But Luke didn’t pull, he came towards them, looped them both into his friendship with his shy smile and soft voice and then it was the three of them like it never hadn’t been.

It happened between Luke and Calum next. Luke knew that Michael and Calum were something more than platonic, but then he always felt that they were all something a little bit more than platonic, a feeling running deeper even if it hadn’t resulted in a physical act. Calum and Luke spent most of the first two years of their touring out every night, drinking and living the biggest possible lives they could, dragging whoever back to their bedrooms when they felt like it. It was one night when a drunken thought of “wouldn’t it be easier if we just kissed each other” that neither of them can remember who suggested, which led to Calum and Luke, Luke on his knees in a club bathroom and then a night spent in their hotel room which fortunately the two of them were already sharing.

It had gotten a little bit messy then, the string tangling with Michael’s elastic, the lines impossible to follow as they snarled and caught each other. Michael trying to pull himself away when he found out, the jealousy bubbling up inside him like the first time Luke came into their lives, hot and unpleasant and threatening to boil over. One night when the tension had almost gotten too much for them all, when Michael had closed his bunk curtain to hide away from the world, Luke stormed through the bus, ripping open the curtain and landing his lips on Michael’s. Michael made a soft noise of surprise and froze for a second, before slowly kissing Luke back, and Luke smiled into Michael’s mouth and all of a sudden it was Luke and Michael. The years of the two of them touching whenever possible, of Luke putting himself into Michael’s lap and Michael lying on him at any opportunity finally coming to a head. And it made sense again, untangled and smoothed out into a carefully interlinked braid. Michael and Calum. Calum and Luke. Luke and Michael. And around again.

Ashton was last, technically, although he had always actually been there, a link so tiny but strong nonetheless. A moment of a kind word to help a fumbling Luke in the face of his bullies being a moment that Luke never had forgotten, the only other moment apart from Calum’s offer of friendship that had truly stayed in his mind that reminded him that people were good. A moment at a party like any other where he’d bumped into Michael and they’d only spoken briefly, but enough to keep the loud and excited boy with the long fringe on his mind, long after the beer he’d spilt on Ashton had been washed away. He’d been pulled into the band with no look back or confusion, like he’d always been there, from the moment Calum got down on one knee and proposed his part in it all.

And maybe it was unexpected for Ashton to be part of whatever it was that went on between the three of them. But also it wasn’t, because he’d been there the whole time. He’d linked himself to Calum when they went to Hawaii together, days hiking and exploring melting away into lazy kisses over room service that took them both by surprise but not really at all, the two of them becoming Calum and Ashton, entangled on an impulse vacation being the only thing that made sense. With Michael it was another thing entirely, Ashton wrapping around the other man in moments to protect him from the whirlwind that they were growing up in, diverting attention from questions that Michael didn’t have it in him to answer, and the understanding that the two of them were so opposite but also the perfect reflection of each other. A kiss turning into more after long days of interviews cemented Michael and Ashton. Luke moving in with Ashton when everything had gotten too much turned out to be the final missing loop, the two of them rebuilding themselves, winding around each other to haul themselves above the deep and dark swirling water they’d found themselves in, to stop themselves from drowning. Nights spent sharing the same bed meaning they were just a little bit more Ashton and Luke than what they were before.

And so then it was. A tour and a discussion of hotel rooms of sharing what with who. A small suggestion from Luke that maybe they went back to sharing a room even though they were mid twenties and at least twenty-five percent larger than they had been when they used to do it. A cough from Calum, and a comment from Michael that Ash didn’t have to stay with them if he didn’t want to, he could go elsewhere. “I’m right where I belong I think.” He had said after a moment. And then it was, the tie complete, the ribbon that had been fluttering slightly, loose and unattached in uncertainty, had been tied into place and woven securely. Michael, Calum, Luke, Ashton. And around again.

#5sosfic #fic #ot4 fic #meg fic #this is a little weird one but it was fun #alcohol tw #calumsclifford #ask #prompt fic

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irwingiggling · 4 years

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friends of friends. | pt. 1

A/N: Sooo guess who’s back with a new fic?! Please let me know what you guys think, and if you want me to continue this - I have lots of ideas for it! If you enjoyed it, please give it a like so I know people are interested in reading more :) The band does exist in this fic, but it’s more of a casual thing and none of the boys are famous. In this fic I tried to really focus on the characterization and in improving my writing, so yeah this is my little passion project rn while I’m in quarantine. [Also a little shoutout to @cakesunflower, I don’t know her at all but her fics (wglylm, quiet hours, etc.) and her writing is honestly incredible and she was one of the many awesome writers on here who inspired me to start this. :)]

Word Count: 2,100+

Rating: PG-13 (mentions of alcohol, swearing)

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"Who's Calum?" Audrey was perched over a tall wooden stool, hands around a mug of steaming hot coffee. Her short brown hair landed just above her shoulders, cascading perilously towards her coffee as she stared down her friend, a sly smile on her face.

"Just a friend of a friend," Rose replied with a shrug.

Audrey's eyebrows arched in response, unsatisfied with Rose's answer.

"No seriously. I barely know him, I met him the other day at some get together Nina dragged me to."

At mention of the other girl, a smile crept onto Audrey's face. "Damn, Nina. How's she doing?" The three were close friends back in university, sharing a dorm for two years. But after school, they'd all started to go their separate ways. Nina was in public relations. A true socialite, she loved meeting new people, and could keep up conversation for hours. Since landing her new job as an assistant for some small music company, she'd managed to drag Rose along to various parties and social gatherings with increasing frequency. The two lived on opposite sides of town in Boston, but remained decently close despite this. On the other hand, Audrey had moved back home to Michigan after school, and the two didn't see her very often at all.

"She's good. Still a true extrovert." Rose said with a gentle shake of her head.

"Gotta love that girl. She was always a go-getter." Audrey laughed, taking a sip of the creamy drink.

In contrast to Nina, Rose would describe herself as a simple person. She had her little apartment, her work, a well-stocked supply of coffee, and her dog, Olive - who she'd somehow managed to sneak under her apartment's 60lb weight limit. Everything else was extra, but as long as she had those few essentials, she was perfectly content. Though as a recent university grad who was still working part-time at a coffee shop, and taking whatever freelance work she could on the side, she didn't have a lot of room for extravagances anyway. In contrast, Audrey found a job as a radio broadcaster back home right out of school, and could now afford to make the flight down to see her girls.

"Anyways don’t try and change the subject, you haven't had a man in your life in ages!" Audrey exclaimed, teasingly poking a finger against the arm of Rose's blue sweater.

Rose gave her head a faint shake, smiling gently. She had no doubt Nina had already recounted the entire work gathering to Audrey over one of her long-winded FaceTime calls. Nina had a way of getting carried away with the stories she told, which likely meant their distant observation of Calum had morphed into a much closer brush than it actually was.

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She vaguely remembered him from that last work event. He was easily recognizable by his dark curly hair, tanned skin, and youthful appearance, especially since the vast majority of others mingling looked to be in their late 30s. Rose caught drifts of conversations about sales and pitches and various public relations-related stuff. She had caught him looking over at her during one of the speeches. When she met his gaze he'd turned away.

"Who's that?" she asked, tugging lightly on Nina's arm. Nina was in the middle of rambling about some publication technique to boost online views.

"Oh, him? That's Calum. He's a member of one of the newer bands the company's signed. Seems decent, haven't really had a chance to chat with him yet."

Calum.

She never got the guts to go over and talk to him that night, even though he looked like one of the only people who was actually having a decent time, chatting animatedly with an equally tall guy around his age, drink in hand. Instead, she stayed by Nina's side, letting her talkative friend fill the silence and introduce her to many people whose names she would inevitably forget.

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It was two weeks later, and Nina had caught Rose off guard yet again, getting her to agree to another one of her work parties before Rose even really knew what she was saying yes to. The term ‘party’ was an exaggeration, to say the least. Only the watered-down drinks and the 70s hits playing at a whisper in the background gave the faintest suggestion that this was a party. Rather, it was a way for people at Nina’s company to schmooze with those from other nearby labels and PR companies, collaborating on techniques, getting insider information on new signings and album releases. And Nina was so thrilled at the prospect of sharing her knowledge and making new friends, that Rose felt obligated to say yes. However, not knowing a thing about the music industry or public relations made it difficult to relate to any of the conversations, so she often found herself glued to Nina’s side, maintaining an appropriate amount of nods and smiles to the people Nina talked to, waiting for the agonizingly slow clock to tick down. She sharply reminded herself to not give in to Nina’s pleas again, that this would be the last time she would let her Friday nights turn out like this.

Letting her thoughts wander, she remembered catching a vague glimpse of the dark-haired man earlier on in the night, but she hadn't seen him at all in the past half-hour, and figured he'd gone home. She wished she could leave too, but sadly Nina was her ride, which meant she'd be here for a while longer. By this time Rose was frankly sick of Nina's incessant chatter, and with feigning enjoyment in meeting random people she truly had no interest in.

She politely excused herself from the conversation, and made her way towards the kitchen, in the hopes she could scrounge up another drink to get her through the night. Taking a look around the kitchen, she let out a small sigh when she didn't see any alcohol. However, her eyes landed on the same curly-haired man from earlier. So this was where he'd been hiding out. His cheeks flushed a vague tinge of pink at seeing he'd been discovered, but he let out a relieved breath when he saw that it was her. One of the only other people here around his age, who didn't seem like she'd want to chatter endlessly about the management side of music.

"Hey, I remember you." He stood facing her, a gentle smile on his face. "Calum," he introduced, taking a hand out of his pocket and extending it towards her.

"Rose," she replied, lips curving into a smile as she shook his hand, his larger one temporarily enveloping hers.

"Nice to meet you," he nodded. "Do you work here?" He was sure if he'd seen her before that he would have remembered.

"No, I'm actually a struggling arts major," she confessed with a small chuckle. "My friend dragged me here. Nina."

"Oh," Calum nodded, eyes flashing lightly in recognition of a name he couldn't quite place. "The really… social one?" He asked hesitantly towards the end, unsure exactly how to phrase it.

"Yeah, you can’t miss her,” Rose said, giving her head a small shake in amusement. She felt a sense of relief as Calum's light chuckle flooded her ears.

"So I'm kind of hiding out here right now," he began, looking past her for a second to the crowd of people mingling past the doorway, a sigh of relief leaving his lips as he confirmed none of the guests were interested in pulling him into another conversation.

She chuckled lightly, moving to place her empty glass near the sink. "Do you come to these kinds of things often?"

"Not really," he shrugged, taking another sip of his drink. "But the label wanted me to make an appearance. Somehow I keep drawing the short end of the stick this month for that kind of stuff."

She laughed, glad she didn't have to pretend this was an enjoyable party.

"It's kinda.. stuffy?" he added, nose scrunching at the word.

She nodded in complete understanding. "Yeah. A lot of middle-aged record and publication people. Not exactly my crowd either."

"Tell me about it," Calum sighed, taking a long sip of his fruity drink. "And this was all I could find," he added half-heartedly, raising the glass.

She chuckled, trying to muffle her amusement at the strange drink that didn't seem to quite fit with his look. The vividly coloured mini umbrella and bright purple liquid contrasted sharply with the metal rings that adorned his tanned fingers and the tattoos peeking out from his shirt collar.

Noting her amusement with his drink of choice, his eyes began to light up, and he chuckled along with her.

"I figured," she said, fighting to contain her smile. This only served to make him more amused, a full-blown laugh bubbling out from his full, pink lips. His laugh seemed too pure, too alive for this subdued party.

They stood in silence for a couple beats, letting the low buzz from the various people in the room flood their ears again, before Calum drained the rest of his drink in a gulp. "Did you wanna get out of here?" He asked, setting his empty glass down on the counter beside hers, gesturing vaguely to the direction of the front door.

"Oh!" She wasn't able to mask her surprise, eyebrows rising and a faintly amused but apologetic look on her face. "Wow, um… I think you're great, I really do, but that's just not quite something that I'm-"

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion at her response. He tilted his head slightly to one side, lips parted, as he tried to figure her out. Eventually his lips curved into a smile and a gentle laugh erupted from his mouth as he realized where she was going with this. "Shit, I meant food. My bad."

And then she was blushing profusely, wanting to melt into the floor in embarrassment because how could she fuck that up? She sighed, letting out a small whine of contempt, and when she finally got the courage to look back up at him, he was watching her, eyes sparkling. He dragged his bottom lip between his teeth, trying half-heartedly to contain the smile that still graced his face at her expense.

"Yeah, ok." She nodded, letting out a small chuckle. "I can do food."

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She didn't quite know how she ended up at the fast-food place at 10pm, seated in a tiny booth across from Calum, watching the curly-haired man munching happily away on fries, their knees occasionally knocking against each other.

When he looked at her it was as if he was looking into her. His dark curls cascaded over his forehead, a hint of stubble on his jaw. His eyes were soft and dark brown. They crinkled around the edges when he laughed and they felt like home. It was weird for her, to feel that way with a stranger. But in many ways Calum felt more like an old friend. Like someone she'd known all her life and was just reconnecting with. At this point in the night he was beginning to look tired and sleepy, but just when she thought he was losing interest, his eyes would light up at a funny comment, and it would bring her in closer, creating the most comfortable, at ease feeling deep in her stomach. That night she learned Calum had a wicked dry sense of humour, and that his warm laugh sounded like honey.

They were there for over an hour, long after the remnants of their burgers had gone cold. Only the buzzing of the neon sign in the front window, and the quiet shuffling of the lone staff member were background noise to their conversation.

Eventually they decided to part ways, both tired and content from the night. They put their empty trays in the garbage, and left. Outside they stood only a few steps apart, trying to use each other's bodies to evade the cold wind blowing through the empty parking lot. It was already April in Boston, but some nights still felt like winter.

"Alright," he said, tugging the hood of his jacket over his head so only a few curls poked out. "Get home safe, ok?"

"I will. You too, Calum."

She turned to leave, but his fingertips brushed across the fabric of her jacket. She looked up, the movement garnering her attention. His tongue darted across his bottom lip, brown eyes searching her own.

"We're doing a little show at The Reign next Saturday night. You should come, if you want."

"Yeah I'd love to. I'll be there."

And then he was smiling, hands buried in his pockets. She took a step back and gave him a wave, which he returned, watching her for a few moments before turning in the direction of his own apartment.

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What Do We Have?

Based on the word: Onsra: n., the bittersweet feeling that occurs in those who know their love won't last.

What happens when what you have with someone isn't quite what you wanted it to be?

***No one has my permission to repost this fic, including translation***

Reader Insert, No specific gender, race, or sexuality!

Is lovers to friends a trope? Because, I think I want it to be a trope.

Enjoy my masterlist

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Calum’s not sure when he first noticed it. It might’ve been somewhere between all the nights sitting out in his backyard as you both sip from sweating glasses and all the afternoons at your place where you’d show him some recipe you wanted to try and he agreed to be sous chef. Some of those dishes turned out better than others. But somewhere in between all that, Calum knows. Call it a self-fulfilling prophecy or call it intuition. After making his mistakes, having his wild youth, Calum was ready to set his life on cruise control and take the bumps and lumps but enjoy the ride.

It was different for you. He saw that. You took every opportunity by the horns and if it blew up in your face, there was hell to pay for it. Every blue was more vibrant. Every spark shined ten times brighter. Calum would be a liar if he said he didn’t like that. If that didn’t tickle his fancy to see the passion in you. But it made him ponder. It made him wonder would you leave at the first hitch. Would you cut ties when he had to go? That’s the inevitable truth. He would have to leave eventually, with touring and promotion.

“You’re thinking too much.”

Calum looks to his left, where you are curled up with Duke on your lap. The afternoon sun is just cresting its peak. It’s warm out, a breeze blowing through the privacy shrubbery every so often that helps the both of you forget that sweat is pooling down your backs and on your foreheads. “It’s not a crime to think.”

“But it might be a crime to think too much.”

“And what do you suggest that I do instead hm?” You had come over, just to hang out. Your latest binge together on Netflix had been fully consumed. The two of you sat on Calum’s couch scrolling endlessly through the suggestions but there wasn’t anything that caught either of your eyes. That’s when you suggested just taking a dip in the pool, or at least just stepping outside for some fresh air.

Now, you grow restless. Wanting to do something, go somewhere, see something, taste something new. It doesn’t really matter the specifics. “The new arcade place just opened up near the mall. We can go there.”

Calum nods. There’s no shock that he feels at your suggestion. He sees the twinkle even behind the way you bite down on your lower lip. There it is, the insatiable urge to take on something. “The least I can do is kick your ass in skee ball since you took today off.”

Fixing Calum with a glare, you stand, Duke safely tucked in your arms. “You’re on, Hood.”

He watches you, feet silent over the concrete as you saunter back into the house. His fingertips don’t ache like they used too. He should’ve run after you, tickled your sides, or pinched your ass and made you laugh. But instead, he sits, watches you go and wonders if he’s actually going to beat you or not. He wonders if his skills can handle his own trash talk. It wouldn’t hurt his pride if his skills were lackluster.

In the car, he lets you control the radio. You fiddle for a moment before your phone connects and softly through his speaker he hears an old school funky bassline. You watch the cut of Calum’s jaw and the way he reclines into the driver seat. The sight makes your chest warm but you wonder if Calum really wants to go to the arcade. You worry he’s only going because you want to go, because you can’t sit still. Would he ever grow tired of you? Would he ever try to tie you down, make you into something that you weren’t?

It would wear him thin eventually, you figured. He had a much slower pace that he liked to consume life at. You chalk it up to the fact that he’s life can be so jammed packed for months if not a year at a time with touring that when he can get a moment to relax, he savors it like children and ice cream before dinner. You didn’t truly think he would try to make you into something you’re not. Though the thought and worry never fully escapes you. It seems like no one would ever fully escape their fears, just enough to let the delusion settle in. Everyone would escape just enough to let their hair down and not look over their shoulder at every moment, just every once and awhile.

In bright red and pink neon lights, Arcadeocity blinks in front of them. Calum pulls into a parking spot. It’s not terribly business given it’s the middle of the week and the summer hasn’t officially hit just yet. “Ready to get your ass kicked?” he teases, one hand guiding the seatbelt as it slides back against the inner frame.

“The question is are you ready to pay for drinks after I kick your ass?”

“I was born ready.”

Inside, it’s dim and there are some kids running about. But it’s quiet. Calum heads to the counter, gathering the quarters. You look over, seeing the racing games, the ones where you sit and the ones with the bikes. A machine goes off, lots of buzzing and high zings. You look over to see one of the machines lighting up, the conditioned response for any winner. Two small boys are cheering, arms raising above their heads as the machine spits out the tickets in return.

There are tables off to the sides, for parents to sit, sip at their drinks and pray their children can keep occupied enough to not worry them for a small blimp of time. Though their gazes never leave their children for too long. One mother raises her hand, calling out the child’s name. “You’re going too far.”

“Oh, it’s not going to hurt them,” the father counters. “You remember the code right?” he calls outs.

You spot the small child, dressed in blue overalls and high top sneakers. “I remember Dad.” They’re no older than eight or so, you figure.

He waves them on. “Go head. Just make sure to check in after every game, alright?”

The child nods, a grin on their face. “Thanks, Dad!”

“Should we work our way up to the main event?” Calum asks, rejoining you now. His pockets jiggle a little.

You turn your attention to him, thinking for the slightest moment that Calum would be that kind of dad, if he ever wanted to be. That would let his kid go and be free. But the second they needed him he’d swoop in. That’s what he did. Calum kind of swooped in it seemed to be his MO especially since that’s how the two of you met. You’d be lying if you said otherwise. You hadn’t even seen him in the aisle, preoccupied with trying to avoid the kids that had just cut the corner. You stumbled, managing to avoid them and right when you thought you’d wind up smacking into the shelves holding up rice and pasta, strong arms wound around your arm to keep your balance.

“Racing game first?”

He nods. The dimness cut by the lights and glitz of the games, his eyes look like blackholes. Or maybe more like tunnels with a light at the end of them with the shiny reflection right in the middle of his pupil.

Calum wins the first race and nearly beats you for third in the second race. As you both slip off the motorcycles, you collect the tickets from your machines. “I’m better with four wheels,” you laugh.

With a thumb over his shoulder, he grins. “I’ve got a pocket full of change. Prove it, sweets.”

You do. Pulling ahead of Calum in both races. You come in third while he comes in fifth in the first. You manage a dirty fourth place, leaving Calum in seventh. It shouldn’t have been fourth but somehow you landed on a shortcut that saved you from eighth up to fifth. It was a fight for fourth but you managed it as you downshifted into fifth gear in the game and took the straightaway with ease.

“What the actual hell?” Calum laughs, after seeing you actually using the clutch and stick shift. “I didn’t think any of that actually mattered?”

“Dad taught me how to drive stick shift and now it’s just a habit now, I guess.”

It’s with a click of his tongue that Calum nods but admits his defeat. The both of you are observing, wondering where to go next. He asks you, if there’s anything that interests you. You could spend hours here, playing every game in sight. But you let him choose. You let him set the pace. Maybe it’s in the hopes that you can keep hold onto Calum for just a little bit longer. “You wanted to come here. I’m sure you’re dying to play something,” he concedes.

“Let’s shoot some hoops,” you suggest.

“You don’t--you sure?” It’s a silent nod and a gentle grasp of his wrist before you lead him to the basketball hoops. You two don’t even need to make it a competition. Just for fun. Just something to laugh while you do, attempting to throw him off his rhythm by flattering but never being successful. In the end, you don’t read the red numbers at the screen, just take the tickets it does give you.

“Skee ball?” he asks, folding his tickets. It seems to go on forever, the end hitting the floor and somehow crawling over it too just a little.

“Sure. If you’re ready to cry of course.”

Calum’s ears are full of the sounds of the game, taunting them, praising them, lighting up and shouting at every ball that sinks into a hole. But right below that is your laughter, your shriek, “You’re supposed to let me win!”

He has no rebuttal, just a feeling. Something like amusement and a tiny bit of guilt. Like maybe he should be more mindful, like maybe he should be toying more carefully. But at the same time, his chest flutters, when you shove at his shoulder and let out an indignant squawk that turns up into a laugh. He won by 100 points. “Round two?”

“Of fucking course,” you huff. Calum drops the quarters into your upturn palm and you guys feed them into their slots simultaneously. He wins again. 75 points as the lead, which stings less, but still. “It’s just an off day,” you say. There’s a smirk on your face and you can accept the defeat but not without a little bit of stink about it.

Over the course of an hour, you two play more games, stopping for a quick snack break. At the end, you go up to the counter first, Calum excusing himself for a moment to the restroom. There’s a small stuffed dog hanging on the second most top shelf. His ticket cost is high but after some successful rounds on the racetrack, you manage to squeak just enough to get him. When Calum returns, you’re standing with your arms behind your back. “You hiding something.” It’s more of a question but it comes out factual.

“Me? No, never.”

He laughs. At the counter, Calum looks over the possibilities. Part of him knows he should go the extravagant route. He’s done it before, with the stuffed animals and big ticket items. But he spies some alien trinkets instead and grabs two for you. He still has a stack left, so he grabs the small bean bag toy in the shape of a soccer ball. “You’ve still got quite the haul left,” the attendant states.

“Save ‘em for the next kid.”

“If you’re sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. They’ll need them more than me.” Before Calum can reach you, you hold the stuff toy in front of your chest. “Very cute.”

“For you.”

His brow twitches, pulling down like he can’t quite believe it. “Me?”

“Yeah, you.” You urge him to take it and swallow down the urge to tell him he can give it to Duke. You want him to know it’s for him. No matter what. You did it for him.

“Thank you.” Almost sheepishly he exchanges the stuffed toy for alien trinkets. One’s a keychain and you smile. “Perfect for the collection?”

“Of course.” It is perfect. It’s thoughtful. And part of you wants to kick yourself for not getting the inflatable soccer ball, or Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Because clearly those are more Calum, those are more thoughtful than just a stuffed animal. Calum makes a show though, buckling the dog into the backseat, after shifting the towel that Duke usually rests on and maybe, it’s not such a bad gift after all.

It’s in the car as Calum ponders aloud choices for dinner that you asked to be taken back to your place. You do have an early morning and Calum doesn’t think too much of it. It’s not until that gets back home and settles the stuffed dog onto his bed that he remembers the recipe the both of you were going to try. He had gone to the grocery store and everything. It feels wrong to try it without you. He can’t let it go to waste though.

I’m going to drop you off a plate. That’s the text from him not even ten minutes after he drops you off. You remember all at once the dinner plans. How could you have forgotten that? Truth be told, you had fun. Arcadeocity scratched that itch to get out. But you didn’t want to intrude too much on Calum’s free time. Which, when the hell did that start being a concern? Calum was pretty direct and honest if he needed time to himself.

Maybe it was just a time thing. You were starting to understand Calum more and even though he would be vocal about needing space, you knew how much he valued it. And you valued your own space too. Truth be told, you were starting to want more of it. Or maybe it was more time to do whatever by yourself. Or maybe the reason really didn’t matter because now, sitting on your own couch, you feel a little less like you’ve been stuffed into a box.

Calum arrives at your door with a reusable bag full. “I just made the whole recipe and split it in half. You can take it into work tomorrow.”

“Thanks.”

It’s a quick brush, his lips pressing into the flesh of your forehead. “Of course.”

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Of course that feeling comes back. When Calum calls and hears the rattle of music in the background, he knows you’re out. It’s the second weekend in a row you’ve walked out on the town. The second weekend in the row you’ve made those plans without really consulting Calum, just going. Not that you thought you’d be out again. But when your coworker mentioned wanting to go out, you didn’t want the opportunity to pass you by. Letting Calum didn’t quite cross your mind either.

Part of Calum feels like he should be fighting more against that, fighting to maybe get more time. But he doesn’t. “Have fun. Let me know if you need a ride,” he says, unsure if he needs to shout to be heard over the receiver.

“Okay, will do!” The call ends and he drops into his sofa. Part of him is relieved, strangely. He doesn’t have to worry about having to do something. He doesn’t have to muster up the energy. He had it. If you weren’t out and about, he wouldn’t have minded doing something but he’d rather sit at home.

Was he wrong for that? Was it wrong to thank the high heavens you had already preoccupied yourself without him? Was it wrong to know something wasn’t going to make it all the way to the end but just wanting to take the ride while it was still offered? He enjoys his time with you. He enjoys the laughs and the crazy adventures. But god, did he like doing nothing too. There was nothing wrong with that. Right?

His phone shakes again, later in the night with a text from you. Made it home safely. Am buzzed and I should never wear clothes with buttons ever again when drinking.

He calls in response. “What happened with said buttons?”

“Fly was open,” you sigh in return, sinking into your own mattress. “Embarrassing.” His giggles cut through the slight fog of alcohol. “Don’t laugh.”

“Sorry, that’s a laughable offense, sweets.”

“Humph!”

“Need me to come over?”

“Nah, not that drunk. Have-have you got no faith in me?”

“No, I have all the faith in you. Drink some water, okay?” You hum in your agreement, mumbling a good night to him.

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“How long’s the tour?”

“Just shy of seven months. There are breaks, of course.”

You nod. “Of course.” They needed them for their own sanity and health. “I’ll watch Duke. You know I don’t mind.” He hasn’t asked. And Calum doesn’t really need to ask. You’ve always taken the chance to watch over the old man when Calum’s gone. You think you should’ve noticed Calum’s stubble before now. It’s not quite stubble really any more, on the cusp of being the start to a true beard. He usually doesn’t let it get this long.

How long has it been? You’ve texted and called. But somehow in the catalog of your mind you can’t place the last time you saw him in person for longer than a few minutes. It doesn’t feel wrong, in the sense that you’re worried that things are falling apart. But it is strange. It’s almost like air between you--something that you know is there but can’t quite put a finger on it. It’s somehow distance but not distant. The strange new normal the two of you have created. And you want to be sad. It’s a strange guilt to see now more than ever what’s been expanding between the two of you, but not being upset that it’s happening.

“I scheduled his appointments already,” Calum says, sliding a couple sheets of paper over to you. “Well, the major ones. I know your summer schedule’s a little different so I tried to keep that in mind too. Thanks again.”

“You don’t have to thank me.”

Calum’s sure this will be the start of the end. And you are too. But that doesn’t stop you from messaging him just shy of three weeks from the start of the tour. Rehearsals are getting longer and more tiresome. His answers to text and calls are coming later in the night. I’m dropping off a plate for you. You send it on your lunch break, hoping that by the time you get off, Calum’s replied.

And he has: Only if it’s not too much of a bother. Thankyou.

It’s not long after returning home that you’re back in your car, Calum’s food resting on the floor to keep it from tipping over. At the gate, you worry it’ll take you too long to reach Calum to get inside, but thankfully, Luke and Michael are just ahead of you and let you in. The three of you wander back into the studio space. Michael explains at length the mechanics of a game to Luke. You’re not sure if he’s convincing the taller man, but Luke takes in each detail with a thoughtful face.

“Please tell me you’re teaching any of this,” Luke teases, glancing at you.

“Dude, I’m just dropping off food. I’ve got nothing.”

He laughs but agrees ultimately to give a test to Michael’s latest video game obsession. As the door to the space opens, you can’t help but let the soft smile crest your face at Calum’s stretched out figure on the floor. You’re not sure if he’s sleeping, but you know from experience if he gets too relaxed in any position anywhere he can and will fall asleep. “It would be such a shame,” you start, voice bouncing off the walls. Calum cracks a smile even though his eyes are still closed. “If this bowl of pad see ew just happened to take a bad stumble.

“You wouldn’t dare,” he calls out from the floor. He’s slow to look up at you. But when he does, it’s a long gander. You’re still in your work clothes, though the shoes tell him you definitely did go home first.

“Home cooked,” you offer, lifting the glass container and setting it on the table where Luke, Ashton, and Michael have gathered.

“Really, thanks. It means a lot.”

“Of course.”

Calum thinks about that phrase for long after you’re gone and long after he’s consumed the sweet and yet savory noodles. Like, of course--like you wouldn’t be doing anything else but helping him out majorly. Of course, you’d go from a crazy day at work to fixing him dinner. Like of course he shouldn’t have to worry constantly. Like of course this is normal. And it is normal, in some ways. But it’s not normal in others. It’s not normal, he thinks, to go weeks without seeing you and not feeling a super deep ache. There was the missing he felt when he wanted to see his mum, or his sister. But they had always kind of been away from him, ever since he moved out. Calum did miss you, but it never fully consumed him. Never made him mope, or be too down. Or maybe it was normal? Maybe it showed how much the two of you were secure with each other.

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Did you want to spend a few days together? Rehearsals are pretty much done. I know you’re still working though.

Calum can’t seem to hit send.

That last sentence is his out. It’s a way for you to say no without having to feel like an asshole. He knows that. He knows you’ll know that the second you read the text. But he can’t bring himself to delete it.

With a swift kick of boldness, Calum taps the up arrow. The text lifts and then settles and Delivered sits right underneath the blue text in gray. It’s only an extra ten minutes from your place to work. I don’t mind.

Most mornings, of the four that you spend with Calum right before the shuttle bus comes to get him, he whines as your alarm goes off. “You can spare five more minutes,” he mumbles into his pillow, one arm raised, not fully like the limbs much too heavy for his body to carry. And at this time in the morning, half past 6, it probably is too heavy to carry.

“Only five,” you laugh before sliding back into bed, but not under the covers.

Calum always curls back up into your side, arm thrown across your torso. “Can’t believe you’d leave this nice, warm bed.”

He almost never mentions leaving him. He doesn't mention leaving you. It’s always the nice, warm bed you’d be leaving, that he’d be leaving. This nestle of comfort and known territory being the only thing tying the two of you together.

You have to stop yourself from saying it’s just a bed. That any old bed can be nice and warm. Because it always could be any old bed that can be nice and warm. But do you want any old bed or do you want Calum’s? Do you want somebody else? Do you want to fly across skies? Or do you want Calum?

“It is a nice, warm bed,” you say instead. It’s an agreement that whatever it is between you is nice. Though, you’re not convinced it’ll last.

The first week of Calum on tour turns into a second. That second one turns into a third. And by the third week rolls around, the most your phone buzzes or chimes with anything related to Calum is a quick picture attached with a few lines about what’s going on in his world. You’re not even sure besides keeping him updated on Duke when you’ve talked about your life if you told Calum about the impromptu trip to Vegas. Or if you told him about your promotion at work.

Somehow all of that just seems so mundane and so not the thing he’d care to hear about until he calls. It’s an early morning for you. “I see your end of the globe hasn’t gone up in flames yet.”

You shake your head with a tuft of laughter. “No, it’s still thriving. Just adjusting to this new job.”

“You quit your old one? Do you need anything to tide you over?”

“No, no, just a new position.” You almost start to say that you had to have told him. But if he’s asking, if he’s concerned, then you must have forgotten.

“Tell me about it.”

“My job is not exciting,” you call out, grabbing your clothes from inside the closet.

“Doesn’t matter. Bore me with the details.” You do. Enough so that, when you’re finally dressed and sitting down to eat breakfast, you can see him with his eyes drooping. “Bored him literally to sleep,” you laugh.

“I am not asleep,” he responds with a sleepy mumble.

“Sure you’re not.”

A month into the tour, Calum works it to have you flown out. Calum’s greet you in the car from the airport, the two of you laughing, falling into each other’s side, but ultimately always shifting back into place, resting into the back of the seat instead of each other. Calum’s not phased, not when you run ahead up to the historic hotel. He’s not phased when you run ahead of him at the museums are long the streets during your visit. But he knows it’s killing you. When the bands backstage, and you stare out of the windows, he knows it’s killing you not to get out there. Not to see the country, the cities, the people.

“Tomorrow we can go adventuring,” he tells you, leaning up against the wall as you’ve curled yourself up into the window sill.

“You’ve got another show tomorrow.”

He just winks at you, leaning forward to kiss the top of your head. And then he’s gone, back to the sofa, laughing as someone shows him something on their phone. The guys fall instantly back into their chaos. You watch, knowing you could fall into it too. You know their antics and their sense of humor. But yet, you sit in the window sill. You watch the birds fly pass. You watch people wander. You hear the slight cry of fans waiting for them and you know this isn’t really meant for you.

This isn’t something that would saitatee you in the long run.

You find out later after the show and he’s had a chance for a quick shower, that in the wee hours of the morning, just eeking pass one, Calum and you wander through nightlife. Arm in arm, you meander down streets, up city blocks, stopping at storefronts just to oogle over their displays. The skies are a little clearer. You can stop, leaning up against some random fence to watch the stars for a little it.

“It’s weird to think that I’m watching some stars last breathe. Like we’re so close, but so far away from the heavens. And they really just go on forever,” you whisper.

Calum hums, sliding his hands into the pocket of the hoodie draped over your body. His fingers wrap around yours in the pocket. “But it’s almost like they are giving us their last wish, maybe. Giving us one last guiding light.”

It’s almost four am when you find yourselves back at the front doors of the hotel. You’re laughing at Calum’s slurred speech due to drowsiness. He’s going to regret this in the morning maybe and you can only hope that there’s a pot of coffee big enough to help. His slumber is heavy next to you. Your brain is wired. You can feel it buzzing in your fingertips. How do you tell Calum that you don’t want to lose him but maybe the romanticism between the two of you isn’t there anymore? Was it ever really there to begin with?

With three days left on this trip, you don’t say anything at first. How do you even verbalize that? What are the right words? You don’t sleep that night either. When Calum reaches out for you, his arm feels like hot steel. Like it’s burning you for feeling any different. On the second night, you slip further into the seats in the back of the bus--there’s no stopping at a hotel this time--, your blanket pulled up to your chin, nothing plays on the TV in front of you. You know you can’t avoid him. Not at a time like this. But you’re still not sure if you can mention is just yet, if you have the nerves to do it.

The door slides open and Calum is there, leaning against the faux frame and his body moves with ease at the jostle of the bus. “Mind if I pop a seat next to you?”

“Of course not.” It’s an automatic reply. And really you don’t mind. But you can tell by the way he nods, biting his lips and settles next to you but not into you that he’s aware of something too. But you’re aware now you can’t duck out of this conversation. There’s no turning back now.

“You say ‘of course’ a lot, you know?”

“Something tells me that now isn’t the right time to say ‘of course, I know’ so I’ll refrain from using it.”

His laughter is a quick exhalation, facing the blank screen too. “Are you--” he starts and then stops. He fiddles with his thumb nail for a second and then turns, bringing one leg up under the other and his hoodie cladded arm rests on the back of the sofa. “If it’s not--I’m not sure if our relationship is what it was before.”

You exhale. Your shoulders straighten under the blanket and you shift, sitting to face Calum more. There’s no sadness. Not even the clench of his jaw which he does when he’s trying to hold something back, when he doesn’t want to say what’s fully on his mind. “I-I don’t think so either.”

He gives a thoughtful nod, resting a hand on your leg, over the fuzzy black fabric. “And it’s not that I don’t have love for you. Nothing has happened, like nothing you did or said, or anything bad but.”

“It’s just different between us.” Different doesn’t feel quite whole, so you unfurl finally from the mass and out of habit, pick at the fuzz on the end of his sleeves. “Well, more like, I’ve realized maybe what we wanted wasn’t what we needed? If that makes sense?”

“It makes sense.” Calum watches your fingers, pinching and rolling at the small balls of cotton. “I-I won’t mind if you stay or go. I’d like you to stay. There’s the museum you always wanted to go to in our next city, but if it’s too weird or anything, I totally understand.”

You shake your head, gaze lifting to his. He’s still chewing over his lip but he looks mostly calm. The nerves are obvious but this conversation is going better than you could’ve anticipated. “I don’t feel pressured to leave at all. I just, do you need space? If you need me to go, I’ll take the next flight out. You’ve got a job to do and I don’t want you to be in a weird headspace with me around. And I would hate--,”

He cuts you off with a squeeze of your hand. “You’re rambling. And no, I don’t want you to leave. I haven’t properly seen you in a few weeks. I still really enjoy your company. But it’s just, not like before, you know. Besides, you still owe drinks from when I kicked your ass in skee ball.”

His grin is small at first but it grows when you flap, releasing your hand from his hold and fold your arms across your chest. “The way I remember it, you would owe drinks if I beat you. Not that I owed drinks for losing.”

When Calum giggles, you have to laugh. In all the previous breakups, you know laughing immediately after shouldn’t be happening. But everything’s different with Calum. All along the two of you were shifting, settling into the version of the bond you needed with each other, not necessarily the prescribed one from society, or the one that you wanted.

“Would you be, like, upset if I took a separate bunk?” you asks.

“Of course not,” Calum returns with a grin.

Honestly, you feel relieved waking up the next day, for the most part. It should be awkward, but there’s something between you and Calum. There’s something you both get about each other that even in the face of change this bond doesn’t feel broken. It feels mended, finally and completely free too. No guilts, no second thoughts and what you should be doing or what you think Calum expects of you.

It definitely carries a small sting. There’s no lying, a small bit of your routine and your normal is now gone and that worries you for when you go back home. Like, is it still acceptable that you steal his Santa Cruz hoodie? And when Calum catches your gaze from the otherside of the dressing room, he wonders if he can still kiss your forehead, still hold your hand? Or is that crossing the line? He airs on the side of caution for now, just smiles at you and you smile in return.

Just before leaving, you fold his hoodie up, placing it on his bunk next to the not fully folded blanket that reveals his iPad.

When Calum goes to his bunk he sees the hoodie. His heart drops, he won’t lie. When he picks it up, it feels heavy. Not physically, but he kinda wanted you to keep it. Something crinkles. He unfurls it. Nothing falls out but he can hear something. So he continues until he finds the hoodie pocket.

I know, I know. I wanted to give you this back. Just for the moment. We’re still good like we said before. But I know it’s your favorite right behind the Empathy one. Kick ass on stage. Rock out.

Calum smiles, neatly folding the note and slips into his bag that he takes into the venues. When the months slip by, show after show mildly interrupted with Duke updates and occasionally things about yourself, Calum finally finds himself able to sit on his own couch. Kick his feet up on his own coffee table. He’s able to decompress. He decompresses enough to fall asleep. A knock at the door jolts him awake. Wiping at the corner of his eyes and his mouth, he jumps from his couch.

“You were totally asleep,” you grin when the door swings open.

“Was not,” he retorts. Duke bars from below, jumping at Calum’s leg. “Oh, bubba. How are you?”

“Good, just missed his pops.”

Collecting Duke into his arms, Calum stands. “How are you? How’s life?”

“I’m good. Life’s good.” You lift the bag on your arm. “I brought you a plate. Or maybe like four.”

“You--you didn’t have to,” Calum returns. “But of course you did anyway.”

“Of course I did,” you laugh. “Mind if I come in? You can just love on Duke. I’ll reheat the spaghetti.”

He nods, allowing you inside. It’s much more than a plate as you unload the dish and a few other sides. It’s enough for him to eat dinner for a week almost. You always fixed more than he could ever eat. “How’s the move going?” The last time the two of you talked you mentioned needing a new place. Something a little bit bigger to accommodate your needs and the potential of housing your own dog or cat. You’re not entirely sure right now.

“It’s going slow. But it’s going. Trying to sort out what to toss.”

“I can help, if you want.” Calum watches as you set the plate down in front of him. “Be the voice of reason when you know you really should toss the thing, but can’t do it without a nudge.”

“Or be the nagging voice that tells me to keep it. You know how this goes.”

Calum nods, setting Duke in the seat. “I know.”

“What are you doing? Sit. Eat.”

Two scoops of spaghetti or heaped onto a second plate. You manage to keep Duke away from Calum’s food. The plate hits the table with a muted thud. “If it’s not too much too soon, eat with me? ”

“Of course.”

“There it is again,” he laughs.

“What? I’ll leave. Don’t think I won’t.”

“Whoa, slow down. Eat. Then you can huff and puff and blow my house down.”

With a click of your tongue, fork posed in hand, you watch Calum return to his seat. Duke in his lap, just like you knew would happen. “That sounds like a good idea.”

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ghostofj · 4 years

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How to Y/N Professionally

1. You have to act clingy. And cringey.

2. At some point you turn into a conceited character that only cares about herself. Other than that, no character development for you.

3. Blond hair and 'ocean blue eyes' is a must. Even if you have to steal them.

4. CRY A LOTTTTT!!!!!!

5. You must create this scene where you're sprawled on the bathroom floor crying and your prince Charming comes in and asks what's wrong.

6. "Why does he even like me? I'm not that pretty. Like, at all! Look at [insert Heather name]. She deserves him more than I do."

7. "Oh God, I'm a terrible person who doesn't deserve to live." after squashing an ant.

8. Did I mention cry?

9. "I tie my hair into a messy bun and slip into some jeans." and can't forget your Converse or your Vans.

10. Be a clown. Not the 1D type, but the easily deceivable kind. He could be snorting cocaine in front of you and you'd call it flour or rat poison. A smart character could ruin the simple plot, so you gotta act dumb and unsuspecting while your 'boyfriend' pops pills and stumbles into your house talking dumb.

Before y'all come for my neck, this was a joke. I just got used to some things i'm sure you guys have as well, and i just wanted to point them out. Thanks for reading. Good luck Y/N-ing.

#y/n #y/n fanfic #cliche #fanfics #wattpad fanfic #calum hood imagine #ashton irwin imagine #luke hemming imagines #michael clifford imagine #cth5sos #afi5sos #lrh5sos #mgc5sos #5sos #5sosfic #jughead x y/n #cole sprouse

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nostalgiabones · 5 years

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Masterlist

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Calum:

The Song Series:

The Story of Us — based on the song by Taylor Swift, Calum and reader finally talk through their relationship at a party.

Calum and Mara AU:

New Beginnings — Calum and reader bring Mara home from the hospital, where she meets her Uncles for the first time and has her ups and downs at home.

This is Home — Calum introduces newborn Mara on a livestream to his fans, before having a sweet family moment.

Simple Sunday Afternoons — A soft Sunday including a walk to the park and a movie night.

A Day of Sleep and Cuddles �� Mara has an ear infection and Calum has to force her to take medicine and watch Disney movies with him.

Make a Home — Mara goes on tour with Calum, reader & the band where she meets fans and joins them in an interview.

One Night — Where Calum and reader just want one night to sleep without Mara squished in between them.

3:00am — Inspired by a scene in This is Us, Mara has a nightmare and the only thing that can calm her down is reassuring cuddles from Calum and Duke.

Milestones mini series:

First Word — Mara is on the tour bus and refuses to nap unless Michael’s dog Moose is with her — the title explains how she makes that happen.

First Steps — Another blurb based on tour — Mara takes her first steps whilst surrounded by her parents and Uncles.

First Day of School — Mara has first day of school nerves, and Calum is an emotional dad who cannot believe his baby is growing up.

Uncle!Calum: (With non — gendered reader)

Calum takes you to meet Harper for the first time, and she decides whether she likes you.

You and Calum decided that you’re happy to dote on the guys’ children instead of having your own.

You and Calum take Michael’s daughter out for the day, and do the one thing he told you not to — let her sleep late in the afternoon.

Calum takes Michael’s daughter and Ashton’s son for a picnic, where he ends up eating the food himself because they’re so fussy.

Calum has a new baby, and Ashton’s son is worried that he won’t have his fun uncle around as much anymore.

Second baby series:

Finding Out — You and Calum find out you’re expecting your second child.

Big Sister — Mara finds out she’s going to have a little sibling.

Other:

Monday’s — you realise that Monday’s haven’t been so bad since falling in love with Calum.

Focus on Me — Calum comforts reader through a night of feeling anxious.

Stay Over — The first time Calum spends the night at your place.

Can We Talk?* — You open up to Calum about not feeling your best mentally for the first time in your relationship.

For the First Time — You meet Calum’s parents and extended family in Australia for the first time.

Goodbye, But Only For Now — Calum leaves for tour and you say an emotional goodbye at home before he leaves.

Home Is Whenever I’m With You — Calum is feeling burnt out on tour, so with a little help from Ashton, you decide to go and surprise him.

Patience (Bestfriend!Calum) — You go on yet another bad date and end up at Calum’s door, where he cheers you up and then offers to take you on a good date.

Better Be Home Soon — Calum isn’t feeling his best, and you hear him singing alone in his studio before talking to him about how much he misses home and his family.

Blurbs:

Waking up on tour with Calum

Going public with your relationship with Calum

Reassuring Calum before a show in his hometown

Honeymoon with Calum

Calum falls asleep on you backstage

Calum helps you deal with the aftermath of an anxiety attack

Best friend!Calum admitting he’s in love with you

Best friend!Calum sleeps in your bed after a nightmare

Restless night with Calum

Uncle Calum on tour

Watching the sunrise with Dad!Calum

Luke:

The Song Series:

Fix It to Break It — based on the song by Clinton Kane.

Luke and Delilah:

Just the Way You Are — Dad!Luke plays around with his mischievous nine month old, who happens to be obsessed with your makeup brushes.

Pool Day — Luke and Delilah spend some time in the pool together, but Delilah finds an unusual place to nap.

Hemmings Family of 8 AU:

The Beginning — Where new dad Luke holds his baby for the first time.

Content* — Reader and Luke take their son on holiday for the first time, to the same place where they had their honeymoon.

A Sunday Afternoon — A typical family afternoon with the Hemmings family.

Live Stream* — Luke and Calum are live-streaming when they have an unexpected guest.

Adoption AU:

Missing Piece — After struggling to have children of their own, reader and Luke decide to adopt a baby, but the process isn’t easy.

As Time Goes By — The ups and downs of Luke and reader’s adopted daughter trying to settle into their family and home, including meeting the band, and finally getting legally adopted.

Cuddles are the Best Medicine — Bella isn’t feeling well, so Luke and reader try to help her feel better with medicine and cuddles.

We Needed You — Bella meets some very important family members, as well as enduring a few emotional moments too.

Babysitting — Bella is left with her uncles and cousins for the first time.

FWB!Luke:

Midnight Call — You spent the night with Luke whenever you feel like you need to breathe, to get away from everything — but Luke isn’t sure whether he wants something more.

Other:

Starting Line — Luke opens up to reader about the solo music he wants to make.

Take Care — You come home from a day out with your friends, and Luke helps you get into bed.

Sunday Night — Luke joins in with your Sunday night routine and wants to use your skin care.

Nightmares — Luke has a nightmare and needs you to help calm him down.

New Years Eve — You and Luke spend New Years Eve together, along with a new addition — your little secret.

Uncertainty — Luke is worried about working from home and being in quarantine when he has an album to release. TW — mentions of anxiety

Being Known is Being Loved — Throughout your relationship, Luke has noticed little things about you that make him fall in love even more. Based on this post.

Blurbs:

Luke’s first night home from tour

Fighting with Luke

Sleeping on the sofa with Luke

Moving in with Luke

Post-show with Luke

Luke lends you his jacket

Showering with Luke

Missing toys with dad!Luke

Afternoon naps with dad!Luke

Dad!Luke dealing with a nightmare

Lazy Sunday morning with dad-to-be!Luke

Pregnant reader napping with Luke

Michael:

Twins AU:

The Twins — Where Michael holds his twin babies for the first time.

Other:

Birthday Getaway (5sos Writers Collab Event) —You and Michael spend the weekend away for his birthday, but when you arrive at your destination, you realise there’s an error in the booking.

Thunderstorms — Where there’s a thunderstorm and you’re scared, and Michael is there to comfort you.

Photographer!Michael:

My Favourite Place (5sos Writers Collab Event) —Once photographer!Michael gets an idea, he has to chase it until it’s perfect, and this time, his idea involves you.

Singledad!Michael:

Each Other (5sos Writers Collab Event) — Michael is a single dad who just wants to do the best for his son, as well as being in the band — his new neighbour helps him get his life back together.

Without Me (non—gendered reader) — Michael comes home from the studio to find Levi and reader fast asleep together. He tucks them both into bed, and realises how lucky he is to have them both.

Blurbs:

Sharing a bed with Michael for the first time

Michael helps you through an anxiety attack

Secret kiss with Michael

Holding Michael whilst he sleeps

Playing video games with Michael

Bath time with dad!Michael

Ashton:

Singledad!Ashton AU:

Alone, But Not Really — Ashton is a single dad going on tour with his baby girl, and you’re hired as a babysitter, which he isn’t too pleased about, but it works out for the best.

Other:

Waking Up — Ashton and reader wake up in their new house together for the first time.

Friday Night — Quarantine has lead to reader having back issues — Ashton is keen to help out with his massage skills.

Blurbs:

Ashton helps you through an anxiety attack

Leaving a show with Ashton

Fighting with Ashton

Link to scroll through all blurbs <3

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bloodlineluke · 4 years

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tough guy l.h (part two)

masterlist

part one,

italitics bolded means flashback!

warnings; none!

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“Your brother told me to tell you he will be back in a few weeks.” Luke’s voice sounded through the master bedroom, my eyes following him as he plopped himself down on the bed.

wordlessly nodded, focusing on the book and pushing the thought of my brother from my head, Luke raised his eyebrows at my attitude, usually happy upon hearing about my brothers return.

“Doll, what’s with the new attitude.”

“A few weeks usually turns into longer. I’m sick of lies.”

Luke didn’t respond after that, leaving the room silently. I could hear him talking downstairs, probably on the phone with Calum, either that or another gang member. We were the only ones here, trying to keep our location on lockdown, the more people going and coming would give our location off right away. Only a few select people knowing exactly where we were.

The sunlight that streamed through the white curtains got dimmer and dimmer, instead, a soft glow illuminated the room. It must’ve been hours at this point, the book I had started early this morning was coming to an end. Reading was something I’ve always done when feeling anxious, something to calm my racing mind. Calum knew that which is why at every safe house he had a bookcase of newly updated books.

The night we got here was a complete wreck, we didn’t have time to grab anything we needed, like my anxiety medication. Calum tried blaming Luke, but it wasn’t his fault, all he was doing was trying to keep me safe, and with me being alive I’d say he’s doing a pretty good job.

Rain pelted at my window, providing no comfort for me in the dark bedroom. Almost as soon as we had gotten here a storm started, proving more so that this day was just bad luck. Adding the fact that my anxiety was piping up, and my medication was long forgotten on Luke’s counter made it way worse than it needed to be.

In the years that Cal had been in the gang have we ever had a close call like that, I never got in the middle of anything and he always made sure I was safe. After today’s experience, the large bedroom provided more loneliness and anxiety, without thinking the duvet was pushed off me, the cold winter air nipping at my bare legs. Before I knew it I was standing outside Luke’s door, shuffling nervously on my feet.

It was late, and the thought of waking the blonde man up for something so stupid made me turn around without a second glance, but my idea soon came to a half as the door behind me swung open with a long creak. He had his gun drawn, his features softening as soon as he noticed it was me.

“I’m sorry, thought you were sleepin.” He mumbled, setting the gun on the dresser beside his door.

“Can’t sleep, I didn’t want to be alone, sorry for waking you up.” My voice was soft and distant, but just as the door to my room became closer I felt his hands on my waist and my body being pulled back into his room.

“All you have to do is ask.”

That’s where it left us, sharing a bed for the past three nights. Today was the first day I spent in a separate room from him, every other day the lingering feeling that something bad was going to happen prevented him from leaving the room without me following behind him. It was something I’d have to overcome at some point, but right now I didn’t mind, and hopefully, he didn’t either.

I followed the noise of the T.V to the living room finding Luke barely being able to keep his eyes open. The dark bags proved enough evidence that the Australian hadn’t been sleeping.

“Lu,” I paused, waiting until he turned his head, “When was the last time you had more than two hours of sleep.”

He shrugged, knowing if he’d answer it a scolding would be in line. Knowing me for years gave him an advantage of what my actions were. After I gave him a solid glare did he then decide to answer me.

“It doesn’t matter, need to make sure your okay.”

“You can’t protect me if you can’t keep your eyes open.”

All I got in return was silence, his blue eyes focusing back on the tv, barely even open. Before I could stop myself I was sitting next to him, my fingers running through his curls, his eyes shut in comfort, leaning into my touch.

“Please come lay down.” I tried again, and surprisingly he nodded, allowing me to pull him up to his room.

It was only when Luke pulled my body into his, did I realize that maybe being stuck here for the next few weeks wouldn’t be so bad.

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A soft hum from the bedside dresser lulled me out of my slumber, the darkroom lit up by Luke’s phone. Calum’s name flashed across the top, and I knew if I declined the call he would just keep calling before sending someone out to make sure that we weren’t dead, and with Luke finally sleeping I didn’t want it ruined by a quick call with my brother, so as best as I could without waking him up, I wiggled out of his grasp, and pressed the phone against my ear.

“Hello,” I sleepily mumbled, shutting the bathroom door behind me.

“Y/N? Why do you have Luke’s phone.”

“He’s sleeping, this is the first night he’s gotten more than two hours of sleep. I didn’t want to wake him.”

“Are you in his bedroom with him, I’m going to kill-”

“Chill, we were watching a movie in the living room. Look I’m really tired, and the only reason I answered was so you wouldn’t keep calling.”

“Yeah, sorry. Goodnight Y/N.”

Instead of replying, I immediately ended the call, taking a deep breath before reclaiming my spot beside Luke, his arms immediately going back to around my waist.

“Was that your brother.”

“Yeah, I didn’t want to wake you.”

“It’s fine doll, thank you.” He sleepily mumbled, cuddling back into my body.

Who knew that the blonde gang member, could be such a softie.

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nho-jungle · 4 years

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It’s been five days since I last posted a fic, but here I am again.

Poly 5sos soulmate au, for ur enjoyment, featuring trans Ashton and Luke :3

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“Mikey look,” Calum holds out his arm, directing him to look at his soulmarks. The name ‘Selena’ with the neat red line has now been scribbled out. Above it, in the same writing as the previous name, it reads ‘Fletcher’.

“Huh,” Michael runs his fingers over the red marks, “Did she change her name?”

Calum frowns a little, “Maybe they’re not a she anymore. I don’t think Fletcher is a girl’s name.”

“It’d be a really badass girl’s name,” Michael says, before yawning. “Talk later, sleep now,” He mumbles, tugging Calum back down.

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aleebmealone · 2 years

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Chapter Three- Perfect

The days pass quickly, filled with talking to friends and family, binging shows, and playing video games with my friends online. I also don't miss the opportunity to do a lot of online shopping, trying to put together the perfect outfit for the event that is coming up way faster than expected.

Tomorrow is Thursday, and I still haven't found something I really liked. I pull out my phone to send a few quick texts to my closest friends in New York.

Kavya: Hey guys, are y’all busy tomorrow? Like, all day?

Sam: I’m free, you finally have time for us?

Kavya: You’re such a crybaby

Kavya: Tommy, what about you?

Tommy: Yeah I should be free after 3, what's going on?

Sam: Kav why are you so mean to me

Kavya: You know I love you

Kavya: I need to go shopping, like major, big time, this is going to take 5 hours, kinda shopping.

Sam: Ewwww why?

Tommy: ^^

Kavya: That job that I applied for with 5sos, they called me back and they want me to do a second interview but the interview is basically a black tie party event thing

Tommy: HOLY SHIT CONGRATULATIONS

Sam: ARE YOU SERIOUS THAT'S INCREDIBLE K

Kavya: Thank you, thank you, so are you in?

Sam and Tommy don’t reply for a few minutes, and I assume they're talking to each other about it in their shared apartment.

Sam: We’ll pick you up at 3:30

I smile down at my phone. While Blake was my best friend from back home, Sam and Tommy were absolutely my best friends in college.

We met when I was a freshman at Clemson University and they were sophomores that lived in the apartment above me. Within two months of knowing them, we were completely attached at the hip. They were best friends since childhood, similarly to Blake and I, and I just fit in perfectly with them.

We went through a lot of shit together, not that Blake and I didn't go through it as well, it was just different in college. You don't have anyone other than your friends to rely on when you fail an exam, get cheated on, or get into a screaming match with your roommates. Or, when you get sick, especially when you get sick. Tommy was great at helping me and Sam when we were sick, even though if Tommy and I got sick, Sam wouldn't touch us with a 10 foot pole.

Plus since they were a year older than me, they offered a lot of guidance involving class schedules, professors, resumes, and just general stuff you would wish to know for college.

Since I planned to graduate early we made the plan to have our graduation parties together when we finished our undergrad, and at the party we all had a surprise reveal about the grad schools we were headed to.

The shock on our faces was absolutely hysterical when we all revealed we would be going to NYU at the exact same time. There were a lot of tears from all of us.

Sam and I had the exact same major throughout undergrad, and though he was absolutely the smartest of the two of us, I was able to graduate early because of the amount of extra credits I took at Clemson. He was super jealous.

Tommy was an art major in school, mainly studying graphic design, and despite his hatred for coding, he was very good at it. Getting into NYU was a huge accomplishment for him, especially since he struggled a lot in his undergrad. Sam and I tried not to look too surprised but I don't think anything could have prepared us for that news.

I laid down, thinking about Sam, Tommy, and Blake and thanking whatever godly being above for giving them to me.

I wake up to the tail end of my ringtone, immediately shooting out of bed and frantically searching through my sheets for the device.

When I finally find it, there is a missed call and text from Blake reading; “Don't worry, I was just wondering what you were going to do about the fit for tomorrow, but I called Tommy and he filled me in.”

I sigh in relief, mainly worried something bad had happened or that I missed a call from Ashton or anyone pertaining to that job.

I lay back down, and open my phone to twitter and see what’s on the feed. Tweets about news, gaming, 5sos, and anime cover my front page and I scroll mindlessly, before landing on a video of the band that makes me stop.

It looks like one of them must have posted this on their Instagram, and a fan account reposted it here. I open the video and turn the volume up a bit.

“Can we get a hoo-rah for day one of finding a new manager?” I recognize Calum’s voice. Ashton and Luke laugh and cheer for the camera out of synchrony while Michael tugs at the neck of his shirt and holds a middle finger to the camera. “I’m excited for this weekend,” Calum’s voice continues, “Hopefully we will be able to update you guys soon!” He zooms into his face so much, the only thing left on the screen is a dimpled smile.

I look through a few comments, “I really hope whoever gets a job is a lot nicer than that old motherfucker,” and “I hope they're good, I wonder what this weekend has to do with it,” and a reply to that, “apparently there’s a second round of interviews this weekend. I think it's the last one.”

One thing I’ve learned from being in the fandom for over 10 years, is that fangirls find out about everything. It makes me feel a little bad for the band, but I also have a lot of ideas on how to help regulate the news streams.

I switch over to Reddit to check what they might be saying about this video on there. The video is posted under the “discussion” flair with the question, “How do you think this new manager search is going?”

The comments on this post were much more detailed which I appreciate, since I am very curious to know how the fans are feeling about this.

“I put in an application, honestly just to see if I would get a random call or email from one of the boys LOL”

A reply to that, “That was stupid, I feel really bad for their HR team having to look over thousands of applications because of people like you. I'm pretty sure it took them months. I wonder how many it's been narrowed down to.”

I continue reading, “My sister's boyfriend's dad works in the building they held the interviews in and according to him, they only interviewed around 14 people, and only 4 made it to the second round of interviews.”

I glance up at the time and jump out of bed realizing it's already 1:15pm and Sam and Tommy are picking me up around 3.

I rush into the shower and wash my hair before blow drying it and round brush curling the fringe bangs that line the top of my wavy jet black hair. I put on a little more makeup than usual, opting for foundation, concealer, light eyeliner and mascara, with a glossy lip instead of the usual concealer and mascara. I want to look and feel good when I try the dresses on today.

I check the weather app, learning that it is going to be a really nice 75℉ outside today so I put on some biker shorts and an oversized blue Santa Cruz tee shirt I stole from my brother years ago. I pull my hair into a claw clip and top my look with a pair of white sunglasses and white sandals.

I finish getting ready around 2:30 so I grab some overnight oats and a glass of water before settling down in front of my TV to eat while I wait.

Halfway through the very intense episode, I get a call, snapping me out of my trance, “Hey, Tommy got out of class early so we’re about 3 minutes out. You ready?” I hear Sam’s voice on the other end. I mumble a yes through a mouth full of yogurt before hanging up and walking to the elevator.

I get into the car, and sit in the middle seat as both boys turn to me and scream incoherent congratulations and praise.

“Thank you thank you,” I gush, reaching out to squeeze both their shoulders. “I can’t even imagine how excited you were when you found out, I’m honestly so upset you didn't tell us sooner,” Sam pouts, pulling out of the spot he picked me up from.

“I know, I know, but school just started for you guys and I didn't want to distract you too much with all of my drama,” I chuckle, “But I’ve missed you guys so much! How has school been?”

Sam goes off into a brief synopsis on how school has been going, followed by a very long and drawn out spiel from Tommy, who never seems to run out of words.

After 20 minutes, filled with Tommy’s rambling and background music we pull up to our first destination; Bloomingdales.

When we walk in, a few stylists look over to us before looking back at each other as if they're having some sort of battle over who gets to help us. After a few seconds, the tall blonde stylist walks over with a pinched smile.

She scanned me up and down, and it was then I realized the stylists weren’t fighting over who gets to take us, rather who has to take us. Our young age played a large factor in the stylist’s disdain, thinking that for sure we don't belong here.

“How can I help you sweetheart,” She asks in a fake polite voice. I sigh, looking at my friends before responding, “I have a black tie event tomorrow, I need a dress, shoes, and jewelry and my budget is around $600.”

The woman looks surprised, “$600?” Tommy pipes up, “Around $600,” he corrects, “It can be more if the outfit is worth it.”

I smile internally, knowing how much Sam and Tommy hate having to play the snobby rich kid, but they would do it any day if it meant defending me, and ensuring that I received the best service.

“Lovely,” the stylist says, guiding me to a fitting area. The boys take a seat in front of a set of mirrors, getting comfortable and pulling out their phones.

I stand on the piece of painted wood meant to elevate me slightly off the ground. “So tell me a little more about this event,” Miranda, the stylist who’s name I finally learned, asked. “Well I got an interview for one of the biggest jobs in the world and they have a second interview that’s tomorrow that is a black tie event where I will be able to meet and get to know the people I will be working with. It’s a little unconventional, but far more interesting than a normal interview.”

Miranda circles around me while I speak, eyeing me up and down while taking my measurements. “Well I’m sure we can find an adequate outfit for that. So we are thinking professional, but sexy, feminine, you want to stand out without being too out of line, correct,” Miranda asks. I smile softly and nod, grateful that despite her initial reaction to our youth, she at least knows what she's doing.

She closes the curtain around me, blocking me from the view of Tommy and Sam sitting in the plush black chairs, leaving me to undress.

I peel off my clothing and lay them neatly on the bench next to me, making it so that it will be easy to put back on.

Miranda comes back after a few minutes, “We’re going to focus on the dress first, then worry about shoes and accessories.” She hands me a dress through a small gap in the curtain and I grab the black satin.

It takes me a few minutes to figure out the way it fits on my body, but when I get it on it fits nicely around my torso.

I pull the curtain back, revealing myself to my friends. “This lovely plunge V-neck has a sleeveless back zip closure with front wrap detail at the skirt with the luxurious satin fabric is made by a female brand called Nookie.”

“Wow you're actually stunning,” Tommy calls out, “Agreed,” Sam adds with a low whistle. Miranda looks proud of herself, situating the dress around my body, making sure the trail and slit look good. “But it's going to be a no from us.”

Miranda whips her head around, staring at the boys in shock as I turn to face the mirror once again. While the dress is pretty, the plunging neckline is way too much for a potential work event. I look way too sexy and not professional enough.

“What else do you have for me?” I ask kindly, knowing once the boys say something, their word is law. I pull the zipper down, preparing to take the dress off. Though nothing is exposed, I see Sam and Tommy immediately look down at their phones.

Miranda walks away again after closing the curtain and letting me undress again. I hold the dress in my hands until she comes back with a gold metallic looking gown. I already don't like the color, but I slip the dress on over my body and open the curtains quickly.

“Ooooo, me likey,” Tommy leans forward placing his elbows on his knees. Sam puts his hand on his chest, blowing out a heavy breath, “That's… yeah, that's super hot.”

I turn to look at myself, the dress fits perfectly, the v-neck covering a lot more than the last dress and not going all the way down to my stomach, the pooled fishtail skirt and column silhouette hugged around my waist and thighs, making my curves look soft and plush, and the low back added a sexy aspect while not being too much.

“This dress is from Mac Duggal’s collection. Now, I think the fit is really lovely on you, and I think your friends agree, but how do you feel about the color?” Miranda asks, pulling the dress around the platform, making sure I could get a full view of it.

I stare at myself in the mirror for a moment. The dress is beautiful on its own, but the darkness of my skin clashes with the brassiness of the metallic gold. Had the dress been a regular sparkly gold, it would have been slightly better, but I strongly disliked the look of the metal against my skin.

“I don't think I’m a fan of the brassiness against my skin tone. I'm more partial to black, but I don't want it to be plain. Do you have anything that will fit like this with a black embroidery?”

Miranda’s eyes lit up and her mouth dropped open in an ‘o’ shape, as if a lightbulb appeared in her brain. She rushes away quickly after shutting the curtain.

A few moments after I take the gold dress off, Miranda returns and trades dresses with me.

I have to look at this one for a few moments to realize it's a halter top. I unclip the embellished neck piece before pulling the dress on and reclasping it around my neck. I softly gasp as I feel the dress hug my waist perfectly and comfortably. I don't even look in the mirror to get a full view of the dress but it’s already my favorite.

“Ms. Dawson, you ready?” I hear Miranda call out on the other side. “Oh yes, sorry,” I yell back, pulling the curtain back.

Three pairs of eyes stare at me in shock, and Tommy’s phone even falls out of his hand clattering to the ground.

“You guys,” I giggle, blushing furiously, before turning around to look at myself properly. “Kavya, y-you look incredible,” Sam stutters out. Tommy gulps and nods his head furiously in agreement.

I finally see what they're talking about. I don't think I’ve ever had a dress fit me so nicely. The collar of the halter neck piece was embroidered in lovely jewels that matched the outline of the slit that came up to my mid-thigh. The back was low enough to see the dip of my spine, showing a perfect amount of skin.

“Oh, wow,” I exhale, “It has to be this one, how much?”

“$360, let me go find you shoes, we can talk about jewelry in a second,” Miranda, scrambles away before popping her head back, “What size?”

“Eight,” I answer back, not breaking eye contact with my reflection. I really loved this dress. I had never felt more myself in a professional looking outfit than the way I did in this dress.

Miranda comes back with a pair of plain black strappy heels with a silver chain around the ankle that matches the color of the embroidery on the dress.

“So I was thinking,” Miranda says, as she helps me put the heels on, “That the only jewelry you’ll need is statement earrings or a bracelet, because you can’t really wear a necklace with this dress.”

I nod in agreement, standing straight in the heels and stepping off the platform. I take a few steps back and forth, making sure the shoes are comfortable and that I am able to walk in them.

“I am a huge fan of this, I’m so serious, I will actually cry if you don't buy this,” Tommy states, earning a nod from both Sam and Miranda. “No I completely-”

Sam’s voice is interrupted by his phone ringing in his hand. “Hey mom,” He answers, not holding it up to his ear, indicating it's a facetime. “Hey sweetie, what are you up to?”

I take some more steps in front of the mirror, moving and swaying to see how the dress moves around my figure as Sam explains to his mom what we are doing. Miranda leaves for a few minutes, presumably to find some jewelry that would go well with the outfit.

I come behind his shoulder, viewing the phone, “Hi Ms. Lauren!” I smile and wave, resting my arm on Sam’s shoulder. “Oh Kavya, sweetie you look absolutely stunning,” Ms. Lauren gushes. “Mom, she really looks fantastic, here, go stand over there so I can show her the whole thing.”

I stand in front of the boys as Sam flips the camera so his mother can see the entire outfit, including the shoes. I do a little twirl as muffled praises come out of the tiny device.

“So I have a few options here for earrings,” Miranda comes back with a velvety black jewelry box in hand. Tommy hops up and stands next to me as we both admire the pieces while Sam finishes the phone call with his mother.

There are some black and some silver, but the one that catches my eye has a bit of both. There are three tear shaped links, blac, then silver, then black again. They're not overwhelmingly big or heavy, but they dangle down perfectly.

I pull my hair back again, readjusting my claw clip before starting to unscrew the back of the earrings I currently have in. “What material are these made of? I have very sensitive ears, I can pretty much only wear solid gold like these,” I gesture to the earrings I pulled out of my ear, “or platinum.”

“The part that the earring is built off of is platinum, but the decorative part is stainless steel making it a little more economically friendly,” Miranda answers, “As of right now, with these earrings your total outfit is approximately $660, tax included. $360 for the dress, $175 for the shoes and $115 for the earrings.”

A grin breaks out across my face, “Miranda you are literally amazing, this is perfect,” I squeal, looking at my reflection again. “Tommy, can you grab my phone out of my purse and facetime my mom?”

“Aw why can't I facetime your mom?” Sam pouts, teasing me. I reach over quickly, grabbing his ear and pinching hard. “Ow, ow, ow! Okay okay I give!” He cries out and I let go.

Since we met, Sam has had the biggest crush on my mom, resulting in a lot of jokes and sexual innuendos, which admittedly are pretty funny. I just like to get on him for them.

“Hi Mrs. Gena!” I hear Tommy’s voice, “Hi nana, what's going on?” Tommy brings the phone over to me as he explains, “We’re at Bloomingdale with Kav, what do you think about her dress?”

He stands in front of me, flipping the camera over to me, moving around like a professional videographer, “Tommy-nana, I can't see anything with you moving around like that,” My mom's sweet voice calls out.

Before my mom can see me, Sam jumps between me and the camera, waving sweetly at the phone, “Hi Mrs. Gena!” I grab him by the back of his collar and pull him out of the way, also taking the phone out of Tommy’s hand. These boys are too much.

“Hey mom, what do you think?” I flip the camera so it's facing the mirror in front of me and hold it slightly above my head. “Oh wow, I actually like it a lot. It’s sleeveless though isn't it? What does the back look like?”

I sigh, knowing what's going to be coming next, “Mī cētulu bāgānē unnāyā?” (Do your arms look okay?) She speaks in her native language, hiding her words from Tommy and Sam who pout behind me. “They're fine, mom. It's not the end of the world if my arms show sometimes. And yes, it is backless.” I turn around, and flip the camera, holding it above my head again.

A few layers of skin fold over the others. Being a curvy girl comes with a little bit of extra meat on my bones which my entire family detests thoroughly. “Nēnu mī venuka rōls cūstunnānu,” (I can see the rolls on your back) she says again, making an unpleasant lump sit at the pit of my stomach.

I step away slightly from the boys and Miranda. “C’mon mom, it's really not that bad. I was lifting my arms up. It really doesn't look bad and the front of the dress looks fine,” I plead with her. “If you really like it go ahead and get it, I do like the way it looks, I just don't like how big your arms are going to look, even the skin showing in the back is fine as long as you don't lift your arms so the rolls show.”

“I do really like it,” I state, “Plus it’s tomorrow, I found a nice outfit in the budget, so I’m going to go ahead and get it.” I speak the words loud enough for Miranda to hear me so she can get ready at the register.

About 10 minutes later, the dress, shoes, and earrings are neatly wrapped in three boxes stacked on one another in Tommy’s hands as I pay the $658 bill.

Right before I put my dad's card in the chip, I hear the familiar melody of Youngblood play on the speakers in Bloomingdale’s. Miranda's eyes light up and she hums along as she types information into her computer.

“Are you a fan?” I ask with a smile on my face. “Of 5 Seconds of Summer? Yeah I’m a fan, my daughter is just plain obsessed with them,” Miranda answers, “Ever since Youngblood came out. We even saw them in concert last year.”

“Oh you're going to lose your mind,” Sam chuckles, suddenly very intrigued by the conversation I’m having. “Why?” Miranda cocks her head to the side. Sam looks at me, expectantly as I put the card in my wallet and wallet in my purse.

“That's actually the job I applied for,” I say, almost shy sounding. Miranda’s jaw drops to the floor, “The manager job I’ve been hearing about on Twitter? That's what this dress is for?”

“Yeah, and I really think you picked the perfect one,” I giggle at her awe. “I’m so glad I was able to help you today, Ms. Dawson, I hope you remember me when you're rich and famous.”

“Please, Miranda, it’s just an interview, but if I do get it, I’ll be sure to remember the person who gave me the most perfect dress ever,” I reach out and squeeze Miranda’s hand softly, expressing my gratitude.

“That was probably the most fun I’ve had on a shopping trip with you,” Sam states as he starts the car. “I agree, I also snuck a picture of you and sent it to Blake and they're absolutely flipping their shit right now, you should probably call them,” Tommy laughs loudly, scrolling through his text messages covered in what can only be described as Blake losing their mind over text.

As we drive, I pull my phone out and also see that my phone has been blowing up with text messages from my friend, including one that says, “I hate that I’m at school right now and I can't call you, but the second I get out, I’m calling you and were going to spend the entire time you get ready tomorrow on facetime.”

“Do you want to go back to your apartment now? It’s about 5, so I was thinking we could get dinner,” Sam inquires, making me look up from my phone. “Yeah, sounds good, I’m guessing you want Chick-fil-a?” I joke, teasing Sam for the 3 straight years when he wanted to get Chick-fil-a every single time we got a meal together.

“Hey, you know what, it’s like 40 minutes away from us, and just because of your attitude I’m considering it,” Sam holds up his middle finger at me in the back seat. “Wait, what about ramen?” Tommy offers, wrapping his hand around Sam’s middle finger, hiding the vulgar symbol.

“That sounds amazing to me, I just really don't want Chick-fil-a… or pizza,” I say the last part before Sam can suggest it, causing him to pout, “Fine, ramen is yummy. Not as yummy as pizza or Chick-fil-a, but yummy nonetheless.”

We drive as peacefully as one could possibly be driving in the city’s 5 o'clock traffic and it’s pretty close to 6 by the time we make it to the familiar ramen house.

a/n

so i know this chapter has some of a different language- that is Telegu, which is the native language to Kavya’s mother who is from India. It’s going to be used a lot when Kavya’s mother is speaking, especially when she wants to hide her little... remarks... from english speaking people.

please let me know if you have questions, comments, or concerns <3

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