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eitaababe · 1 year

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EVEN IF IT'S A LIE !

chapter fourteen. again.

[ a/n ; sorry for the late update </3 ]

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"ivy!"

tsireya squeals out the moment you step into the cafe, rushing over to hug the girl behind the counter.

you, not so much.

you're still standing behind a couple of the girls in the back of the line, slightly starstruck at the sight of her. you were bound to run into each other at some point— you did attend the same school, after all.

knowing that has done nothing to comfort your thoughts, only amplifying the effect of them.

it still takes you long enough to process it— the very girl who was able to make you hate yourself to the bone, without even having to do anything— in the flesh.

"y/n!" her cheerful voice calls out to you, with her running out behind the counter. she's not even trying, her hair greasy and eye bags prevalent, presumably from the long shift. the dirty apron wrapped around her waist, but yet you swear, you've never seen anyone look more perfect.

she's not even trying, and it feels like your stomach is clawing itself from the inside out.

because the thoughts are back, and they are loud, unforgiving, but most of all, unforgotten. they've never really left, and deep down, you've always known that.

you feel like you've always known that you won't amount to anything as good as ivy's worst, and the way that she's everything you ever wanted to be, and how she's effortlessly gotten anything you've wanted to have.

and the guilt eats at you, because as much as you want to hate her, you simply can't. you feel even worse as she pulls you into a hug, rambling about not having seen you in forever, and how she's happy you've decided to come back.

the rest of her words fall on deaf ears, and you only nod when she asks to hang out, and then watch as she leaves to talk to the rest of the girls. the air in the cafe is all of a sudden stale, and your chest feels heavier than it should.

you opt to go outside for a breath of fresh air, almost stumbling over yourself in such a rush. you don't even notice that you run into ao'nung, only mumbling out a small 'sorry!' and running out.

you don't notice that he has to do a double take, turning and noticing your distressed state. and he almost goes after you, wanting to see if you were okay when he hears the familiar laugh inside the cafe, and his emotional turmoil hits him like a pile of bricks.

you don't notice him continue his stroll into the cafe, unconsciously picking her over you.

again.

FUN FACTS !

— ao'nung didn't walk into the cafe because he wanted to see ivy, he was really just avoiding y/n

— rotxo almost told lo'ak and y/n about the bet but stopped when he realized y/n wasn't crying about that

— lo'ak's positive something is up with ao'nung and y/n

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ridofme1993 · 1 year

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I wrote a review of aftersun for my course and thought it turned out quite well so wanted to share:

A critical review of Aftersun (2022)

For me, Aftersun (dir. Charlotte Wells) can be summarised in a series of images. The first: a young man is balancing on the edge of a balcony. Inside, his daughter is sleeping. The second: a young man has gone scuba diving without a licence. ”He told a porkie pie,” his daughter records herself saying into a 90’s camcorder. ”But he’ll be fine, I’m sure.” The third: a young man is walking alone at night in an unfamiliar city, drunk. He picks up someone else’s discarded cigarette and smokes it. He walks to the beach and keeps walking, with purpose, directly into the sea.

Aftersun is a story told through one long, almost uninterrupted, flashback. Calum (Paul Mescal) and his 11-year-old daughter Sophie (Frankie Corio) are on a budget holiday in a Turkish resort some time in the late 90’s. They spend their days by the pool, or on guided tours of the surrounding tourist attractions, or giggling about the tacky yet endearing evening entertainment. In the present day, Sophie looks back on the last holiday she spent with her dad. She is looking through camcorder footage, searching for clues, signs that her father was about to slip away from her. Throughout, the film almost seems to audibly, gently chant: I want to remember. I need to remember. Aftersun is a story told with such sensitivity, such beauty and subtlety, that it’s impossible not to let it crawl under your skin.

Paul Mescal and Frankie Corio are breathtaking as father and daughter. Their rapport is warm and effortless and goes beyond words. The relationship between Calum and Sophie becomes clear through subtle, physical storytelling: a touch of the hand, the tenderness with which Sophie applies sunscreen to Calum’s back, the gentleness in the way they move and talk to each other. The physical storytelling is equally strong when they are apart: Sophie’s furtive, curious glances at the older kids fondling each other by the pool; Calum’s back turned towards the camera as he sobs, his shoulders heaving, the muscles in his back convulsing. The dialogue is beautifully banal most of the time. What carries the story is the relationship between Calum and Sophie which is told through images, and through the way they simply are around each other. Mescal and Corio seem to be living and totally embodying the love between Calum and Sophie, and so as a viewer, I can’t help but believe I am watching real people.

Visually, Aftersun is stunning. It shimmers and sparkles. It’s swimming pool blue and greasy, sun-kissed skin. It’s tacky 90’s eurodance by the poolside bar. It’s arcade games and walkmen and badly-sung karaoke. It looks and feels like that awkward, blooming time at the very beginning of adolescence. Sophie secretly peruses the pages of a romance novel in the hotel reception, she hides in the bathroom and eavesdrops on the older girls’ conversations about their sexual conquests, she watches them kissing their boyfriends in the pool with that pre-adolescent mixture of fascination and disgust. The soundscape, too, feels nostalgic: the same hypnotising, bittersweet theme repeated again and again throughout, as if on a loop. As if to accentuate the fact that this is not the first time this memory has been visited. It has been carefully scrutinized. It has been visited and revisited and revisited time and time again.

In her review of Aftersun for The Independent, Clarisse Loughry writes: ”It’s difficult to think of the moments before a heartbreak and not lace them with omens. The mind, too often, moulds memories into prophecies. Colours get dialled up. Emotions solidify. It’s a hard thing to talk about, let alone visualise. That’s why Aftersun, the debut of Scottish filmmaker Charlotte Wells, is so astounding. She’s captured the uncapturable, finding the words and images to describe a feeling that always seems to sit just beyond our comprehension.” This, to me, accurately captures Aftersun as an experience. Calum’s many close brushes with death that are pictured on screen seem to be half-imagined by Sophie; an attempt to retrospectively foresee the tragedy that was to come.

I’ve read a good handful of professional reviews of Aftersun now, and curiously, none of them mention the theme of suicide. Some reviews mention death, some don’t. No explicit mention of suicide anywhere. Why this is, I don’t know. As someone who has lost someone I loved to suicide, I can’t not see it. When Calum matter-of-factly tells a diving instructor that he doubts he’ll make it to 40 and that he’s surprised he even made it to 30. When he walks off into the night on his own, drunk, carrying some pain he can’t speak of. The way his daughter senses it despite his attempts to hide it. Her fumbling, deeply loving attempts to cheer him up: how she gets the other hotel guests to sing to him on his birthday, how she invites him to sing karaoke with her when he seems low, the way she gently makes fun of him. She’s constantly pointing her camcorder at him, asking him questions, as if she knows there’s some mysterious, hidden side to him that she’ll never have access to, something dark and unspoken and unnamed. And, finally, the shot of Calum weeping in some other place, in some other time, followed by a shot of a note saying: ”Sophie, I love you very much. Never forget that. Dad.”

We lack nuanced stories about suicide in our cultural landscape. Aftersun is a story that neither glorifies, nor demonises. It deals with grief and with the struggle to understand something incomprehensible. It portrays a person who is suicidal, and who is also kind, goofy, loving, sensitive, and an excellent dad. ”You can live wherever you want to live, be whoever you want to be,” Calum tells Sophie, stroking her hair. ”You have time.” We sense that he knows that his is running out.

Aftersun is a sparkling gem of a film, and it resonates, not only with those who know grief, but with those who know love. Everything about it, from the cinematography to the acting to the soundtrack, feels warm. It feels to me like a meditation on love. At the end, I was left weeping – not only for Calum’s death and for Sophie’s loss, but also for the sheer amount of love between them.

#aftersun #charlotte wells #frankie corio #paul mescal #film

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absolutewhore101 · 2 years

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Innocent Smiles

Pairing: Calum Hood x GN!Reader

Summary: you prank Calum by refusing to say 'I love you' before he goes to the studio

Warnings: none

Word Count: 359

Minors DNI

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“Alright, honey, I’m heading out.” Calum said, slipping on his shoes by the door.

“Okay.” You responded simply, not looking up from your phone. You were hiding your smirk as best you could, but if Calum looked at you, he’d probably be able to see it.

“Pizza for dinner?” He asked, walking over to you.

You turned your smirk into a smile as you looked up at him.

“Of course.” You said.

He leaned down, connecting your lips for a few short seconds. Your hand moved to cup the side of his face, desperate to keep him there for just a little longer.

He smiled against you, whispering “I love you” against your lips.

When you hummed, he pulled back to look at you, smile still on his lips.

“I love you.” He repeated.

“I know.” You said back, smiling innocently up at him.

His eyebrows furrowed as his smile faltered for a moment.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something?” He asked you.

“What? No!” A laugh spilled out of your lips.

“Okay. I love you.” He repeated, again.

The smirk on your face gave you away, and the look on Calum’s face almost made you fold.

“Really? This is what we’re doing?”

“Mhm.” You hummed.

A smirk of his own graced his lips as he leaned back down, less than an inch away from your face.

“If that’s how you want to be, I guess I’ll just have to do the same.”

He stood up, walking away from you towards the door. Your confident smirk dipped a little at the thought of Calum leaving without truly telling him you loved him.

Within seconds, you were up off the couch, quickly walking over to him. Your hold on his wrist stopped him, and he turned his head to look at you.

The genuine sadness on your face made him fully turn to face you.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, honey.” He said, pulling you into him.

“I’m sorry.” You said, looking up into his eyes.

“I know.” He said.

“I love you.” You said quietly. “A lot.”

He leaned down, connecting your lips once again.

“I love you, too, sweetheart.”

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Q: Let's talk about this season just as a whole, because some of the records that Max and the team have broken this year are insane. 10 wins in a row for for Max this season. 14 wins in a row for the team. You've won 26 of the last 28 races. That is just utter domination. I saw that you put up a Instagram post that said, I've never seen anything closer to perfection than what Max Verstappen has achieved this year. Tell me about that perfection that Max has achieved. Calum Nicholas: It seems to be his nature that he will just chase every last bit. He will leave nothing on the table. It's great to have. It puts the pressure on us to make sure that we deliver, which is great. The nature of the people in the garage: we thrive on that pressure. It's what drives us. We want to be the best every single week. Watching what Max has done, week in, week out and having the sort of knowledge that as long as we do our job and the car is reliable and it does what he needs it to do, I know he's gonna deliver. It's just one of those things. You go into a race weekend and it's nice because... I've always said this, it doesn't matter where you are in the pit lane. It doesn't matter what garage you are in, you are doing the same hours. Everybody's working such long hours, Saturday or Sunday can be 16 hour days easily. So it's nice to know that you've got everything in place, that you've put yourself in the best position to get a result from that work. Q: And what's Max like to work with? Million dollar question. I'm sure you get asked it a lot. But what's he like? Calum Nicholas: I've always thought this is odd to me that people can't see sometimes how brilliant he is. For me, when he's in the garage, when he's not in a race car, he's one of us. And he really is. He engages with us, just as you want any of your other colleagues to engage with you. He's kind. He cares about the people around him. And it's brilliant, and I like the fact that he can get into the car and close his lid and then he should be ruthless. You're a sports person. We're here to win. He's here to win. And I think it's great that he's able to switch between the both. And he really does. Q: You've worked with quite a few drivers in your time. You've been at Red Bull since 2015. So you've worked with a few other drivers. What attributes does Max have? You've worked with Ricardo, you've worked Kyvat, you've worked with Gasly, Albon. What are their traits, what what do they all share? And maybe what are the differences between between some of them? Calum Nicholas: Where I think Max is probably different to most of the others is that Max over the years has managed to encompass so many of the great attributes of the drivers that we've seen before. Max, when he arrived in F1, it was clear that he had this raw, unbridled talent, this raw speed. Over the years, he's just grown and grown and he's added everything to his arsenal. His race management, his way of seeing the holistic picture, his determination. All of these things are what's put him in the position that he's in now. It's a way that he's been able to encompass so many things that so many great drivers have had, and bring them all together to make them work. When you see an athlete in their prime, in their absolute prime, you look at them and you say that's a package that right now no one can beat. That's what it is. When you're an athlete in that position, it's your job to try and stretch that out for as long as you can, and stay in that zone. That little window of perfection. That's what Max is able to do right now. He's just able to just extract everything from himself. It's amazing to see up close. It really is. Q: I'm jealous that you get to see behind the scenes. Obviously we only see the stuff on the on the television, but I'm sure a lot goes on behind the scenes that we don't see and it must be amazing. To be up close.

Sky Sports F1 Podcast (7:06 - 10:45) October 12, 2023 Archive Link | Original Link

#max verstappen #Matthew Baker #Calum Nicholas #sky sports f1 podcast #podcast #2023 #October 2023 #original source #Youtube #video

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takemealivelh · 1 year

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you wanna wait till tonight? || l.h. (part two)

it’s 2018. after last night, luke and daisy deal with the consequences of their reckless and restless fucking. it all goes to shit when they hook up again.

tw: cheating. mild sexual content.

i know i promised this a while ago. i hope the wait was worth it.

part one

2.6k FEEDBACK IS ENCOURAGED AND APPRECIATED

“can i have your number?”

“no.”

she leaves the hotel room with her shoes in her hands. legs too shaky to wear heels right now. fuck. that was hot. that was actually so fucking hot she can’t believe it happened only two minutes ago. she’s still trying to regulate her breathing. how can you treasure a moment in your memory in a way that you can experience the same body response every time over and over again? she waits for the elevator. alone. it’s 3:23 am and she needs to go to sleep. hadn’t intended to stay out so late, just a quick fuck to feel better about herself. but luke had been so relentless. for so long. and now she can’t wait to get a cab and go pass out on her bed.

luke lays on top of the white comforter, naked. he looks out the window and sees the empire state. what a gorgeous view. he can’t believe he didn’t get her number. alright, i’ll give you mine then. and now she has the upper hand. his stay in nyc doesn’t end for another three days. he hopes she calls. or texts. maybe he can ask around. someone from the crew must’ve brought her to the party. but who?

they both sleep, thinking about the other. the body heat and the moans in the room. it would’ve been cool if he’d gone down on her. he seems like he’d know what to do. why didn’t she give him her number? he really wants to see her again before flying back to la.

sun is shining through the window. it’s 8 am and his phone is going off. fuck quickly, luke picks up. “what?” he’s rather annoyed. “hey man,” michael sounds tired too. “car’s here in twenty. we’re having breakfast downstairs.” “right, right. give me five.”

what the fuck do i do with this number? she doesn’t want to just throw it away. but she can’t call him, can she? he’s a rockstar. it’s probably the number to a chinese place. and she can’t humiliate herself like that. not again. his name was sam. he was british and was playing gigs, trying to make it in america. she never really found out if he’d made it or not. she kinda just moved on really quickly. she only goes to bed with rockstars she’s not that familiar with. maybe she’s heard them on a spotify playlist. 5 seconds of summer was an intriguing name but she didn’t really explore much further into their discography other than that song youngblood and that killer queen cover from the freddie mercury biopic. they were good, and their set was tight. she saw the show from the last row of the left gallery. hypnotized by how whiny the frontman’s seemingly perfect voice sounded, she decided she was gonna fuck that rock god that night. and she did. it’s called manifesting.

after a quick shower, luke puts on pants when his phone rings again. he figures it’s another one of his bandmates, wondering where he is. it hasn’t even been that long, he rolls his eyes in silence. the ring insists and he checks the screen name. “hi love,” his voice is a little raspy and he clears his throat. “show was great. wish you were here,” he smiles into the sentence as he runs his fingers through his damp curls.

“where did you disappear to last night?” “uh... was just tired, really.” luke shrugs off the question and reaches for a tall glass of orange juice. no one says anything and he looks at the three of them as he drinks. they avoid eye contact with him, he notices. “you’re awfully quiet today.” it’s uncharacteristic of them to not be chaotic at every meal. luke sets the glass down, “what’s up?” “nothing man, we just thought this was, like, a guys trip,” michael starts complaining and shrugging his shoulders to show his disappointment. calum sets his fork down and pats his friend’s back, trying to comfort him as he looks at his other friend. the one who bailed on them last night. “now you’ve made mikey upset.” ”don’t call me that.” luke frowns, kind of not understanding what’s going on. they know he still fools around on tour, don’t they? this is the second encounter of the american leg. did they seriously not know? “you need to get your shit together, man.” ashton cleans his glasses on his shirt and puts them back on. he hates that luke does this. his girlfriend doesn’t deserve it but it’s not his place to tell her anything. so, he keeps his mouth shut around her. but it’s gonna be real fucking hard once they go back to la because luke has been a stupid motherfucker since the european leg of tour. ashton sighs. there’s a family having pancakes on the table next to them. the little boy makes a mess with the syrup. his mother wipes his face clean with a napkin while his father talks business on the phone. “we need to get going,” michael finally breaks the silence that’s been reigning for the past three minutes. “interview’s in an hour.”

12.14 pm breakfast has been on his head ever since. he wasn’t really concentrated in the questions the radio host was asking them. luke could only ask himself two things. why do they care? why hasn’t she texted? it hits him like a flash. the small talk they had in the cab on the way to the hotel. “you liked the show?” she nodded. “and i liked the way you move.” a small smirk on her lips, making him blush a little. “thank you guys. we’re off the air.” luke followed his bandmates out of the studio and into the dressing room. “you okay?” ashton pats his back. “yeah.” he checks his phone as michael gets a bottle of water from the mini fridge and the other two sit on the couch. why hasn’t she texted? it’s not like they’d had a meaningful connection, not really. it had been mind-blowing sex, of course. but that’s not enough to know someone, is it? did he learn anything about her as she sucked him off? he knows she’s daring, she’s spontaneous and confident. and he likes that. he also knows real life will eventually happen in a few days. but he just wants to stay in the fantasy a little longer. he’s been with his girlfriend for a year and things are hard between them. at least with daisy, this new york girl, things seemed to be easy. until she left. and now he’s wondering if he misinterpreted the whole thing. “hey, dude,” michael greets the crew guy that walks in with the new itinerary. he hands a copy to each band member. “did you have fun last night?” the guy shrugs his shoulders. “remember i told you i’d gotten a date outside the venue? well, she ditched me. probably left with someone else.” luke’s eyes burn the screen to avoid the man’s stare. did he steal his date? “shit,” calum pats the cigarette pack in his pocket. “was she the one who sang love is a battlefield at the bar afterwards?” “nah.” luke’s heart pounds in his ear. “she was wearing this over-the-top makeup. like, orange eyeshadow and shit.” he remembered that hue well. it was a glossy finish that glistened under the moonlight. he appreciated when she closed her eyes, because he could admire her freedom of expression. his stomach sinks. he feels so bad.

daisy gets back to work from lunch. she’s a broadcast technician in z100 new york radio. when she walks past the dressing rooms on her way to the studio, she hears a familiar voice. the door is half open and the sign reads 5 seconds of summer. “fuck,” she curses under her breath, picking up the pace and refusing to look inside. “hey layla,” she sets her bag on the chair next to the broadcast console. “is teddy done editing?” the other woman nods her head as she chews on gum. “he said he’d drop the script by on his way to lunch.” 12.45 pm “alright,” she sighs and runs a hand through her long, wavy, brown hair. sitting down in front of the mixer, she opens up the radio software and starts setting it up for the next transmission in fifteen minutes. “you should’ve come here earlier, though.” “why’s that?” “this band, 5sos they call it... like, those guys are fit as fuck. like damn.” daisy tries to fake a laugh, “did they leave already?” as soon as the words leave her mouth, teddy -a man in his fifties, and the producer of the show- walks in with a binder and hands it over to the girls “so, the frank ocean interview fell through. and rick called in sick, so we’re gonna just play singles for the rest of the day. you girls can go home if you want. i can take it from here.” bubblegum pops in layla’s mouth. “don’t have to tell me twice.” “oh, before i forget. daisy,” teddy points back to the dressing rooms. “luke is asking for you.” the woman frowns in confusion. layla widens her eyes as she looks at her co-worker. the man doesn’t seem to notice the awkwardness in her body, and so he leaves. “who’s luke?” “shut up.”

the door is half open and he sees her walk by. how couldn’t he when her boots made such a squeaky noise? he remembers that spongebob squarepants episode and he smiles, and then hates himself for it. she looks like a diamond, jeans and a green tank top. he wonders what her eye makeup looks like. he sits on the couch with ashton and calum. they don’t talk to him. haven’t uttered a work since teddy came by and luke asked about her. a knock on the door. the blond springs up in half a second. he clears his throat as michael rolls his eyes and brings his stare back to his phone. “uh, hi,” daisy’s voice is cautious when she peeks her head inside, immediately focusing on luke’s tired smile. his leather jacket makes his shoulders look ridiculously broad and she tries her best to keep the composure. if no one else was in the room, she probably would’ve jumped him. burying her hands on his perfect curls. their lips biting each other’s. the rest of the band eye her. she won’t come in and ashton immediately picks up the dynamic. she’s the girl. she’s the girl luke cheated on his girlfriend with. at least one of them. he’d interfere, but his friend looks like there are no thoughts in his brain. just the face of the girl in front of them. “the producer said you were asking for me?” “um, yeah.” he nods imperceptibly, feeling his hands go cold all of the sudden. the tension in the room is too much. the rest of the band hates him, he just wants that woman in a bed. wants that pretty blue on her eyelids to glisten. “can we talk outside? i wanted to ask you something about the interview.” worst excuse ever. “oh, okay.” her head disappears and luke walks out of the room. he stands close to her, close enough to smell her shampoo. she shoves her hands in her pockets and looks around. “you didn’t text.” daisy shrugs, “i didn’t think you’d show up at my work.” “i didn’t know either.” they fall silent for a few seconds before layla shows up with her purse in her hand. “you ready?” peeling her eyes off luke’s, daisy nods her head. “we gotta go,” she tells the man. “meeting,” she lies. “um... alright. can you... i mean, if you want we could... i mean, like...” layla looks up at her taller friend. she can tell the man wants her to himself. “actually, molly cancelled the meeting,” she chimes in, putting a hand on daisy’s shoulder. “this one’s free.” daisy calls layla a motherfucker in her head. “we have soundcheck for tonight’s show actually.” luke looks for daisy’s eyes. “i was wondering if you wanted to check it out.”

she’s not sure how she ends up in a car with him, but it doesn’t matter anyway. his hand is on her thigh, dangerously close to where she’s throbbing. she breaks a small sweat and looks out the window. luke wonders if he’s pushing it too far, and he’s about to remove his hand when daisy closes her eyes, rests her head on the back of the carseat and parts her legs a bit wider so luke can grab her flesh. a smirk on his lips. “calm down,” she chuckles, feeling his eyes burning her body. the man has electricity running through his veins. she’s a shot of adrenaline. a boost of serotonin and dopamine. every good drug he’s ever done, he’s as intoxicated with her, completely lucid. “i want to fuck you tonight,” he murmurs close to her ear. the driver doesn’t seem to listen to whatever the two are doing. daisy chuckles softly. that small laugh that makes her lips curve into a devastating smile. “you wanna wait till tonight?” she whispers back, looking at him through thick eyelashes and so much lustful energy. his knees are weak.

the band walks up onstage. ashton tries out the kick, calum plugs in his bass, michael adjusts his pedals and luke grabs the mic. he looks up at the balcony in front, daisy waves at him. the venue is a thousand-seats club in manhattan, and when she found out they were going to play at the irving plaza, she got even more excited. she’s always wanted to come here for a show. the place really is beautiful. “one, two... hello we’re 5 seconds of summer,” luke speaks into the microphone and the whole place resonates with his voice. “should we start with want you back?” he asks his bandmates. none of them says a word, but ashton nods and counts a one two three four with his drumsticks. can't help but wondering if this is the last time that I'll see your face? luke’s eyes focus on daisy and he sings those first two lines as if they were directed at her.

it’s all kissing and grinding against the wall of the bathroom. they’d locked it. there are no words in the air, just the faint sound of their heavy breathing. lips on lips on skin on lips. he doesn’t wanna talk, just needs to eat her whole. it’s the only thing that keeps his racing mind shut down. the whole thing with the band, it guilt-tripped him. the judgy looks and the ambiguous sarcasms they’d given him, it all fades to nothing when he is as intoxicated by her lips and her skin and the way she drags him closer by his shirt. daisy can’t help it, she knows he’s leaving and this might be a bad idea, because she can’t get attached to someone so good leaving so soon. but his hot breath against her neck before he licks the spot that makes her skin bristle, they have her stupid. just the thought of how big he is against her leg. she reaches down to palm it and luke moans a bit louder in her ear. “you like this?” she whispers, feeling his thigh tightening against her core. she’s wet. and the natural lubricant makes it easier to roll her pelvis against his pants. it’s hot. it’s wrong. it’s a forbidden passion. none of them want to stop. because if they do, they’ll know they’re fucking up. and why feel shitty when you can feel this good?

#luke hemmings #luke hemmings smut #luke hemmings fanfic #5sos smut #i don't have a tag list D':

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indianamgc11 · 1 year

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high infidelity

a/n: i’ve been working on this for around a weekish and i’m so happy it’s finally finished. its inspo comes from “high infidelity” by taylor obvi, specifically because of one line, but it just kind of ended up inspiring this whole story with Cal. (positive and helpful) feedback is appreciated :)

warnings: light swearing, subject of “cheating” in a committed relationship, long term relationship, mentions and actions of marriage, lots of angst, fluff, bunch of feels

word count: 2,495

The conversation had been racing though your mind since you walked out of the house. Each of your schedules have been incredibly busy but you still found time with each other. But lately it’s been getting harder to. Calum’s in the studio double the time now and your work is piling up. The only sight you saw of each was getting home at night and sleeping in the same bed. Now who’s to say that will continue either.

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You were able to come home a little early that day and wanted to do something nice for the two of you. Calum’s more of the cook in the house so you order your favorite takeout dishes and text him.

You: Hey babes, you gonna be home soon? You: I got off a little early so maybe we could do something?

Calum: Hey darling, I’m gonna be in the studio a bit longer but I should be out soon. And I’d love that❤️”

You decide to go upstairs and take a quick shower to destress a bit before Cal comes home. You undress and step in the shower, feeling the warm water slide down your body and exhale. You quickly wash your hair and body before getting out and wrapping up in a towel, then pick one of his old shirts and a pair of leggings to wear.

The food arrives just as you go downstairs, bringing it to the kitchen with Duke following closely behind to the smell of the takeout. After setting up the food on the table, you go to the living room and put on an Arctic Monkeys record, and sit down, pulling out your phone as Duke comes up in your lap. You respond to some text messages and check your emails before going on Instagram, scrolling through your feed as usual.

A few pictures in and a photo pops up of a couple holding hands while walking in a boardwalk, taken by the pap. You don’t think much of it because you hear the door open and immediately put your phone down on the couch and get up to see calum walk through the door, looking tired but happy to be home. You run up to him and hug him with your arms around his waist and him likewise.

“Missed you bubba” you say into his chest as he puts his head down into your neck, enjoying the touch of you.

“Missed you too darlin.’” You could tell by his body language and his tone that he was tired.

“Long day?”

“Hmm” he hummed into your neck as you both slightly swayed in your embrace. You continued to stand there a little longer before you pull away, taking his hand to lead him into the kitchen.

“Chinese?” He asked as he, along with Duke, started to smell the foreign food from the room. “Of course” you smiled as you both entered the kitchen. You both sit down and enjoy the meal in comfortable silence. Calum reaches over for your hand and you’re intertwined with his, stroking the surface of his lightly with your thumb.

You finish the food and start on the dishes, Calum taking Duke outside for a minute. You hear him come back inside and shut the door, but hear the sound of him talking. Assuming it was to Duke, thinking nothing of it.

You hear his footsteps behind you as he wraps his arms around you from behind, lightly kissing your neck as you finish up washing the dishes.

“Missed you” he mumbles into your neck as you start to turn around and face him. “Missed you too bubs” you say, pecking his lips.

“Is that Arctic Monkeys?” he says as he pulls away.

“Yeah, it’s the new record I bought, figured it would be nice” you smile as your hand goes up to his curls at the nape of his neck to play with a bit.

“Shall we dance?”

“We shall” you smile as he leads you to the living room.

“R U Mine?” comes into your head more clearly as you both now stand in the living room, your hands settled around his neck and his around your waist once again. You both begin swaying and enjoying the moment that you never wanted to end.

Calum was never around much anymore, always so busy in the studio or with the guys. It wasn’t much better for you either sometimes, always in classes or working in your free time. So these sweet moments you tend to cherish, not knowing when the next one would be.

Your head is on his chest with his chin resting on top of your head, Cal humming along to the song, when you feel something buzz. You hope for him not to notice his phone going off in the pocket of his leather jacket, but if you felt it then of course he would to. He drops his hands and reaches for it, walking out of the room before the phone was even up to his ear. He holds up his pointer finger to you before you can ask questions, slightly whispering. “Be right back,” before jogging up the stairs.

You go to the base of the stairs and see him over the corner of the top railing, going up a few steps. You back up a far enough distance away so you can still hear without him knowing, and end up hearing words nobody wants to hear their significant other say in earshot, at least not to you. You quickly grab your phone and jacket, putting on your shoes and headphones before slamming the front door loud enough so he could hear. Thinking too fast to grab your keys, you continue to walk down the sidewalk angrily and hurt without any intention of going back for the night at least.

He fucking lied. All the times the words of “I love you” or sweet nothings after every moment of passion meant nothing to him. It started to rain as you turned the corner past the end of your road, the water adding to the tears already falling down your face. What shocked you the most at the moment of this whole betrayal was that you never even saw it coming. It felt like you were blind and couldn’t see his tricks or what was real, if anything was. He ripped open a wound that felt like it would never heal, and knocked down doors of yours that might not be repaired. Doors only he could open. He meant everything to you, but he couldn’t seem to return the favor.

The rain had let up a bit as you walked to your best friend’s doorstep, ringing the doorbell and the door opening, y/f/n knowing just from the look on your face. She lets you in and hugs you tight, not caring about the soaking wet coat or muddy shoes.

“Can I-“

“Don’t even say anything. I’m here for whatever you need.” Y/f/n said as you continued to cry until no tears were left.

••

You woke up in her guest room the next morning, eyes puffy and the pillow damp from crying yourself to sleep last night. Your hair was a disheveled mess and your senses a little hazy. Then last night comes rushing back to you. Tears begin to well in your eyes once again as you bring your hands to cover your face, rocking slightly back and forth and beginning to cry again. You stop yourself, letting out a heavy exhale, and get up from the bed, your bare feet hitting the cold floor as you level yourself.

You slowly trod into the bathroom, seeing your reflection— and the shirt you were wearing. It was one of his. One that you’ve worn so many times it’s basically considered yours now rather than his. Now you can’t stand being in it or looking at it or touching it. Thinking of all the memories attached to it made you want to, well, cry. You fanned your eyes so more tears wouldn’t fall and walked back into the room and out to go the kitchen.

Y/f/n was leaning against her counter sipping a mug full of coffee and her glance turned to you, setting down the mug and coming over to hug you.

“Don’t cry hun, you’re ok. You want some coffee?”

You give her an appreciative nod and she smiles in return, turning to start the cup for you. You walk over to the window across the space, looking out onto the street. It seemed peaceful. For once in the last 12 hours, it provided a sense of calming in a way. Not many people drive down this road, it not being a main one.

But peace never seems to last long.

It didn’t here either, as an all too familiar car drove into sight and into the driveway. Eyes widening slightly as a panic set in, backing away to the counter. Y/f/n turned around asking what was wrong, and telling her in a shaky voice, she responds with the reality of the matter.

“This is where you have to come in, y/n. There are times where you can lean on someone, and others when you can’t. You have to settle this somehow, I’ll support you either way, but you have to decide which way to go.”

You both understand with a knowing look and a nod, and you go to the front door, anxiously pacing and looking through the front window for what seems like every second. A blurry figure starts to walk up, tall with gorgeous skin and fluffy hair, anxiously messing with the silver rings around his fingers. The knock on the door only happens once but rings in your head a little longer than it should. Your hand reaches to open the door knob but it’s the opposite of what you wanted to do. For all you care, you would’ve kicked it open.

You twist the knob and open the door to be greeted with a pair of pleading eyes, searching in yours as soon as you make eye contact. Calum is the first to break the deafening silence.

“My shirt.”

“Hm? Oh” you respond with a surprise that that was the first thing to come out of his mouth in this situation.

“Wanted to keep something of you to myself.” Your tone was cold. You had no reason to be sympathetic towards him.

“Y/n, I-“ was all he could say before you went off.

“How could you. I’ve loved you ever since I was 14 years old. I would give anything for you, drop all my plans just to be with you, gave my heart to you just for you to fucking pellet it to the ground. Finding assholes wasn’t as hard as I thought I guess,”

Angry was an understatement. Pacing throughout the hall was all you could do, your hands going from your hair to each other, twiddling your thumbs in an awful manner. All he did was watch. He knew better than to interrupt you would make matters worse then they already are between you two. You stop and stand in place, just looking at him in disbelief, eyes watering, mouth moving with no sound coming out of it.

You slid back against the wall, tears falling and curling up to yourself, mind running with thoughts and memories you don’t even want to think.

Feeling footsteps and another body next to you, instinct takes over and you lean in, overlooking all things running around your mind. You slowly shift your body onto his lap, arms coming up around his neck and leaning your head into his shoulder, continuing to cry as his wrap around your waist. He pets your hair and rubs up and down your back, letting you do what’s needed.

After you calm down enough, he says something at first you don’t even register it. Retracting your head to look at him and give him a slightly puzzled look, he repeats himself.

“Do you really wanna know where I was April 29th?”

Did I really have to chart the constellations in his eyes? you thought.

Your stared him down, completely unblinking. He had cheated on you, you didn’t want to listen, but something compelled you to. He was your friend, your boyfriend, someone you trusted, so you caved.

“Where were you April 29th exactly.” You hiss, eyes narrowed.

You cross your arms, staring him dead in the eye, hesitant to even lean on him. You didn’t truly want to listen to him, but you believed he could tell you the truth, even if he’s lied to you in a way you never imagined he would.

“I was shopping.”

“Excuse me?”

“I was shopping, for this.”

He reaches into his pocket with your eyes intently following his every move. In his hand is a small leather box. Your eyes widened,

“Cal,” you breathe.

“Y/n, I’ve loved you ever since I laid my eyes on you. You’d drop everything and meet me in the pouring rain. You care for me and love me more than anyone else would or even could. The person I was talking to was your sister, she was helping me put this together.”

“I love you.” He breathed with relief, nothing but pure elation coursing through his veins.

“Yeah I know. You’re so lucky I know what she likes.”

“So it was her on the other line?” you questioned.

“Yes love, I would never cheat on you, are you kidding? You’re the only one I have eyes for, hands for, love for.”

He removes his other hand from your hip to open the tiny box, revealing a beautiful crested ring, shining in the sunlight coming through the window. Your hands fly up to cover your mouth as it drops open in awe.

“Y/n I love you so much and I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with anyone else but you. So, will you marry me?”

“Yes Cal, yes.” you exclaim, tears welling from a different emotion. Your hands cup his face as you kiss him, full of passion and excitement as you both smile into it.

You stop to admire the moment, foreheads against one another’s as each of you smile, wondering how your smile could get any wider. He looks down at the ring and brushes his hand over yours, taking it and gingerly sliding the ring onto your hand, both admiring it.

“I can’t believe this.” you giggle, looking from him to the ring.

“Believe it, baby.” he responds, pulling you in for another tender kiss.

He murmured soft ‘I love you’s’ against your skin. This time, this time you knew he would never lie to you. He was yours, and you were his. With a small laugh, you hug him tight, tears in your eyes, this time from excitement.

“I love you Y/N. I’ve loved you before I knew who you were.”

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-when angel goes to sleep, they actually take over the whole bed. it has come to the point that David has to wrap them up as a burrito. for them to not throw him off.

-Milo and darlin' are actually really close, they have a monthly battle at smash bros.

-I see sweetheart not being good at playing games, just like Sam, they like to watch milo and darlin' play.

-Baaabe is afraid of heights, they act like they're not, but they are terrified.

-Calum pretends that he likes coffee to look more ''mature''

-Lovely has a bad sense of direction, it's a miracle she made it to the amusement park.

-Vega bites his Ice-cream.

-Freelancer loves to have movie marathons with Gavin, but they always fall asleep.

-Angel and sweetheart love to scare people they team up sometimes to scare the pack in functions.

-Lovely and darlin' like going on picknicks together.

-Baabe has a really nice singing voice.

-I see David and Sweetheart being very awkward people when they are in the same room. They wouldn't know how to start a conversation with the other, (they just stand there until one of their mates comes)

-Caelum tries to visit David and Asher in their dreams.

-Lasko is afraid of bugs

-Lovely loves making puns or ''deez nuts jokes''

#redacted asmr #redacted darlin #redacted lasko #redacted vincent #redacted sweetheart #redacted milo #redacted angel #redacted caelum #redacted gavin #redacted freelancer #redacted asher #redacted vega

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thinking about the way when i interact with fellow aussies on here I see so much disappointment about how they didn't come here on their last tour. how sydney 5sos fans are a different brand of human i'm not really sure how to describe (we all freaked out when we went to the same concert lauren was at for example). thinking about how the australian leg of take my hand tour felt like it was almost its own thing, sandwiched between the gap after the bulk of the tour before it and that short gap before they announced the most recent tour after it--almost as if it was meant to bridge both of those tours. how they played in newcastle and on the gold coast and it wasn't quite cairns or coffs but it was a bit more than your state capitals headline tour. how, with the exception of the big four, we often don't realise how small our cities are on a global scale. there are only 27 million of us on this desert island.

thinking about how they wrote easy for you to say and had to perform it on tour six months before its actual release, it was so important to this setlist, to the vibe, and how it's about nostalgia and missing sydney and they finished the tour in sydney and it makes me wonder, i can kind of guess when the song means the same thing to me, how much it hurts to be able to perform here and yet not be able to stay for longer than a holiday. and yet they do do that for us, put on shows about as regularly as any other artist does. even if they didn't play splendour in the grass. or falls festival. even if it's been four years since fire fight australia, it was only months ago sierra was promoting beyond blue as a charity to donate to. friends of friends did some fundraiser for a youth centre in blacktown: maybe I have to look to see it, but I can see the impact they've left.

and then I see how happy they all seem to look when they've gotten a chance to hang out in australia. ashton covering songs in the heat. calum obviously having a blast. luke dropping sydney pics that were assumedly from before it got really hot, looking carefree, a familiar skyline and familiar urban graffiti. the way when michael arrived in perth for the first time after lockdown he simply had to tell us all right away. and i've always kind of seen them coming back here for good? heck, joel madden even assumed right on his podcast some of them might have already. the way ashton doesn't have a dog in the states, and how i've always seen him with an aussie. the way luke integrates seamlessly into the life and culture of the inner west area; and calum carries blue mountains vibes with him wherever he goes, as michael does with the sydney pop punk scene. we know brandy and sierra at least love australia--i was actually fangirling about sierra in their comments with the veronicas just the other day (bless them for deciding my comment was something that needed to replying to). while crystal does have a massive group of usamerican friends and family I can see her enjoying the vegan places in melbourne and brisbane (they're coming to sydney too. the inner west and parts of the north side are almost there) and maybe being a little more hopeful about politics. I can also see it being a really healthy place to raise lua.

maybe it's the hopefulness of an urban designer who sees the impact of art and culture and having people around who create for a living on our cities, but maybe I see myself in 20 years bringing my kids to see them play and being able to tell the story of a series of songs (red desert, efyts, whatever is next in the theme in the works for 5sos6 as well as the solo stuff like a lot of wfttwtaf and boy) and how they figured out what we all have to, how to find and create a place that's home to you--because it's actually a pretty likely event. and i love seeing the evolution from the 'let's get out' / 'worked every weekend just to get out of town' vibe of self titled and sgfg to now. I really do want them all to feel like they can relax now after so many years of working and depriving themselves of the love that comes from belonging (I do feel like we've heard more about it from luke and ash specifically) and I also get the subtle vibes of where that might happen. and how much it might hurt when they don't get to have that. what did they do for aussies? gave us hope that we could make it, in whatever we want to do and whatever success means for us. maybe it's just me though. for now. maybe i've got the expectations of someone who grew up unable to afford things like concerts mixed with the anticipation for this june. I hope i'm not projecting, but also, the empathy I feel when I see myself in someone is usually spot on.

so idk. one day i'm gonna design some really classy public housing made to unfuck the status quo and i'm gonna raise money to build it and sierra will write a song and say she's doing a donation to this charity in australia doing things about homelessness and the class divide and it's gonna help me fund it. that's just one option of something i can see going down that's not completely unrealistic if very very optimistic but it's how i live my life. but i'll go to a 5sos concert eventually. i'll play their songs i've arranged with an orchestra one day too and we'll do it impressively, noticeably. i don't really know what else i'm supposed to expect? I know my experience is worlds away from many people's. but these guys inspire me to create and I don't really need anything else to do that.

#will add that i think if they were to move back here it would be something that would require work to be better than as kids #because it was never perfect for them to begin with and we do all deserve better than to pick the less uncomfortable uncomfortable option #fr though sierra + the australian music industry is just #like i really feel like she's at home there. more so than 5sos even #australia #5sos5 city #what am i talking about #i feel like it's just my experience really #official efyts post #nfattne tour brisbane #5sos #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #calum hood #michael clifford #sierra deaton #almondmilkhunni #crystal leigh

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burstingsunrise · 4 months

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may i be so bold as to request your take on what candy the other three 5sos members are👀

why YES you certainly can anna!

Calum - Snickers

In the aforementioned fic where Calum assigns Luke sour patch watermelons, Luke assigns Calum snickers and I stand by this as well. Calm, unassuming exterior, but when you bite into it (he speaks) you see that there’s actually lots of fun and funky variety underneath in the delicious caramel and nuts and nougat. You know that thing calum does where he sits silently for a really long time, then he speaks up and says the most sharply funny thing EVER and the entire band loses their minds over it?

Michael - M&Ms

Classic milk chocolate ones. Reliable and multifaceted. Colorful and sweet but sort of modest about it. A bit of a protective shell but still eager to share that sweetness with people. Leaves little stains of brightness everywhere he goes even though he’s frequently wrapped in black.

Ashton - Fun Dip

The 3 flavor multi-packs specifically. He’s this sturdy candy stick that can take on many different flavors depending on which packet he dips into and how much of it he gathers on his stick on any given day. But no matter what, he communicates on the same wavelength as cherry yum diddly, razzapple magic, and grape yumptuous.

#i reserve the right to change my mind on these #this is just my 8am tuesday opinion #ask #anna

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krisdreaming · 10 months

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I can just imagine haikyu boys like Tsukishima, Aakashi, Kenma, and Iwaizumi having a playlist for their S/O and being so embarrassed when they find out

While characters like Kuroo, Bokuto, Suga, Oikawa, and Atsumu would do the same but share it with them when it’s created

My most effusive apologies that this is so so ridiculously late ><

DUDE this is so accurate. However I would like to humbly suggest that Akaashi may be part of the second group?? Perhaps? I feel like he's a man who's in touch with his feelings and very openly communicative with you as well so it kinda makes sense for him to share the playlist with you.

But you KNOW Tsukki has a super secret playlist of songs that remind him of you whether he thinks of you when it plays, or it was playing during an important moment in your relationship. Either way he'd rather die than share it with you (: Kenma and Iwa it isn't to such an extent, but if you ever do happen across the playlist guaranteed they will be a blushing & stammering mess.

Akaashi I guess is actually in his own middle group, where he creates the playlist and presents it to you at a special moment, and it's more of a heartfelt gift almost. But if you discovered it on your own he'd definitely pray for the ground to open and swallow him whole bc you were only supposed to see it on HIS terms.

Meanwile Kuroo, Bokuto, Suga, Oikawa, and Atsumu add the last song to the playlist and immediately are like, "BABE I HAVE CREATED A MASTERPIECE YOU MUST LISTEN TO IT AT ONCE" and then it goes from The Reason by Calum Scott to WAP with absolutely no warning.

((soft hours are closed))

#answered #soft hours #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff

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sumtypeofluver · 1 year

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TW: Smoking, Drinking , Cursing

and I think I love you, and I hate it

- Calum had a solemn piece of mind, nothing more nothing less. What he was doing in his life was what he deserved, always nothing more and nothing less , until her. But what was he doing with this, he knew this was risky ever since she came into his life, she made him feel more defenseless and feel like he has a purpose more than what he already is doing. There were these walls that were crumbling down and that scared him, and hell he watched them burn and crumble while feeling her hands caress him, because ‘she is the one’ that one voice calls out to him in the back of his head. But did he really want to settle down and have that fear of never getting back up because he let someone in to destroy him from the inside out ? He couldn’t, right? It’ll defeat his purpose.

Cal quickly snapped out of his thoughts as soon as he heard the sliding door onto the balcony shut and directed his gaze back to Ashton on the screen with the other two boys.

Y/N let a small sigh escape her lips as she stepped out onto the small space outdoors , tugging at the bottom of the worn out hoodie as she sits on the chair and tucks her feet under her. She lit the cigarette, oh the bitter feeling of anxiety and smoke intoxicating her, watching the rain fall. She doesn’t know what to do, For the first time in two years she allowed herself to stick around with a guy, and not just a random guy, someone she found comfort in, someone she couldn’t resist herself from who never exactly hurt her , but she knows something all to well, Love is one HELL of a trip. “What the fuck am I doing” she said to herself.

Everything just kind of happened , some how or another they met at a downtown bar, had drinks and slept together but both seemed to feel some type of way and now calum practically moved all his stuff into her apartment. Her past trauma has never been touched on except for once in a while they’ll open up to eachother and she’ll have her almost routine-like story . And Calum feels for her , but he doesn’t know how to heal her from it so he does the best he can but sometimes he goes distant and does not talk to her and acts so cold towards her, even when they see eachother every damn day.

Cal closed his laptop as he was done for the evening and looked out the window, ‘another rainy day’ , reminds him of the night before when he saw her crying to him about this whole situation, she was crying, he felt his heart ache and the conversation went as he remembered:

“Why can’t you just tell me what’s going on, I thought maybe by now we’d have it figured it out but no i’ve been getting dragged along for MONTHS” she screamed as tears fell down her face

“y/n, when you’re screaming I can’t have a rational conversation with you, Jesus, I thought what we have is perfectly fine and it hasn’t been a problem up until this WEEK”

“No Calum, I am having a rational conversation with you, when you think back I have no idea where I even stand with you, all this time I just want to know what we are , what this is”, she sniffled, “I just want a clear sight of where this is going and I want to know if I should stick around or not, with you , but I guess I’ll leave you alone, per usual “ .Pure malice laced her words as she wiped her tears and left the room they were in, leaving Calum to fill up with regret from his words.

Y/N left the balcony, walking inside and going to the fridge to grab a bottle of liquor, and sits on the couch as she eyes calum walking down the stairs and motions for him to sit next to her on the couch, cal sits by her and looks at her, studying her for a minute and sits

“Hey” he says ,

“Hi…, how was the meeting “

“Ah you know the same as always, the boys are all antsy about the upcoming album, but they’re all going to *said club you and cal met in * tonight, I -“

“Oh, so you going to go with them.?” She asked and pang of hurt rushed through her as this is was typical between them to whenever a big argument happened he’d make up some excuse to go out, and took a drink out of the bottle.

Cal looked at her “actually, no I was planning on staying in with you, y/n. I actually missed having a night in with you”

And that was the start to a night filled with honesty.

As the bottle became half way empty, and a heartfelt conversation later, Y/N moved closer to calum, legs touching as she played with the hems of his hoodie..

Calum sits there looking at her , chewing on his lip, the look in her eyes look like she’s definitely been contemplating something, and oh god the look on her face definitely looks alarming , he doesn’t know what to expect .

“Cal..” . Y/n says looking at him as she props herself up against, chest on chest while his heart beating out of his chest , ‘what the hell’ his mind keeps screaming.

“These last couple months have been a lot for us, and you know something, all the hooking up and staying up til ungodly hours, all the late nigjt car rides, I used to think this was just something temporary because everything seems to be that way, but I been thinking about something very, very heavily and-“

She takes a deep breath, moves near his lips as the anticipation is killing him, she whispers

“ and I think I love you and I hate it”

Thanks for reading !!! I know this isn’t my best but I’ve had ideas for little prompts and fanfiction and I wanted to try actually creating, :)

#calum 5sos #calum hood angst #5sos fic #5sos x reader #imagine #calum hood

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5sosfanfictioncatalogue · 1 month

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Luke/Calum (3) Masterlist

part one, part two

all that glitters is gold (ao3) - strxngersagain T, 30k

Summary: Luke is running from everyone, including himself, and Calum is getting tired from chasing after him.

all the way you take me (ao3) - olivias E, 3k

Summary: calum and luke making out in bathroom stalls of parties: normal. neck kisses and losing items of clothing: new. definitely new.

and what if you'd never smiled at me (ao3) - kaleidoscopeminds luke/calum T, 14k

Summary: He opens up the loaf from the cut, exposing the pale inside that was previously encased by the dark crust. He wonders if you were to split people open whether they would match their appearance; he worries that his own exterior might be a little too much like the hard crust of his sourdough. Not Luke though. He’s pretty sure people like Luke are as soft and golden on the inside as they are on the outside.

Calum's really not happy about the new bakery that's just opened up down the road from his own bakery; it's gaudy and pastel and covered in flowers and is an offence to the name of baking. At least he's got a new regular to make him feel better about it all. One with a smile that can turn a day around just like that, even on a Tuesday.

cake topics (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum E, 39k

Summary: Every morning that week, Calum goes back to the bakery, collects his lemon bar, and sets up on the terrace with his laptop.

And every morning that week, he sees the tall guy with off duty model vibes, right around the same time, always carrying his iced coffee, always wearing a leather jacket. Since he’s all the way across the street, Calum doesn’t really get a good look at him beyond basic shapes, so the off duty model thing is based entirely on his build and the fact that he looks sort of effortlessly put together with his leather jacket and casual sneakers.

That’s probably why Calum waves like a maniac and blurts, “Hey buddy!” when he comes face to face with the guy when he’s in line for his lemon bar the following Monday morning.

crimson and cream (ao3) - galacticsugar T, 3k

Summary: Luke’s it for Calum. He’s always kind of known it, he’s just been patient. Waiting for some intangible thing that will make the time right. He’s not waiting for Luke to realize Calum’s it for him too. Luke also already knows. He just hasn’t quite realized he deserves to have what he wants.

Crush (ao3) - Calumthoodshands (tndart) T, 3k

Summary: It's Calum's birthday, and Luke agreed to come - against his better judgement. Because how the hell is he going to talk to the guy he's had a crush on for over half a year now?

Endlessly (ao3) - pxnkspace M, 3k

Summary: Calum and Luke have been together for almost five years now and Calum just wants to show Luke that he is the right guy for him.

fate lines (ao3) - kaleidoscopeminds luke/calum E, 44k

Summary: Calum makes decisions based on things that happen, and his life is a result of his series of choices, not some higher power pulling the strings. But there’s always an anomaly to the rule. To be discounted if looking at a trend, but there for a reason.

Luke Hemmings is Calum’s anomaly.

Because one thing Calum does know for sure. He met Luke Hemmings for a reason. He’s just never been sure what that reason is.

for you are not beside but within me (ao3) - elysianhood E, 11k

Summary: Calum pulled Luke up with his blonde locks by his right hand and wrapped his left tightly around his throat, restricting his airway, and leaned in close to the teary blue eyes, hissing threateningly, ‘You never – ever – speak to me like that ever again, you filthy slut. Ever. You don’t fucking tell me what to do. You’re just a fucktoy, remember? A dirty, fucking whore. That’s all you’ll ever be.’

or; Luke was a bad boy and Calum isn't happy.

I'm Going Blind from this Sweet Craving (ao3) - kaleidoscopeminds T, 6k

Summary: “Bye, Luke,” Calum says. “Maybe see you tomorrow, and... Hope you have a great day too.” His face breaks out into a wider smile that reminds Luke of the feeling of getting just the right consistency for macaron batter, or a perfectly smooth finish on a cake, or the way good puff pastry flakes into the perfect fragments when you cut through a mille-feuille. Or something.

A bakery au

in a big red bow (ao3) - galacticsugar M, 7k

Summary: 5 times Calum checks out Luke's ass and 1 time he finally gets to touch it.

in the in between (ao3) - galacticsugar M, 32k

Summary: “What the fuck is this?”

It’s pretty much Luke’s first full spoken-in-person-sentence to Calum in months.

It’s his first sentence to Calum in months, and he’s yelling it in the middle of his driveway at seven in the morning, while a dog yelps back at him from down the street. It’s perfect.

“I thought you said you wanted iced coffee,” Calum replies defensively, consciously diverting his eyes away from Luke’s face because it’s the only way he can be sure he’s not staring. He needs to act normal, but he can’t remember exactly what acting normal around Luke actually entails. Probably not constantly shifting his eyes around like he’s possessed. He forces his eyes back to Luke’s face before Luke goes off in search of a priest skilled in exorcisms.

Late - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) E, 9k

Summary: Calum loves when Luke comes over late. When Luke comes over late, he has to stay the night.

Lips Pressed Close to Mine (ao3) - FayeHunter E, 30k

Summary: Being Luke’s rebound after his breakup should have been easy, but unfortunately for Calum, he’s sort of in love with Luke. It certainly makes things more complicated

Looking In Your Eyes And They’re Burning Fire (ao3) - fourdrunksluts E, 8k

Summary: Luke doesn’t think he’s very good at sex, so Calum helps him practice, and maybe learns a few things along the way.

no control (ao3) - dazedlight (opinionoutpost) E, 5k

Summary: Michael and Ashton have way too much loud sex, and Calum and Luke decide to make their displeasure known.

off track (ao3) - galacticsugar, kaleidoscopeminds E, 113k

Summary: Calum’s bumped into exes before, of course, but not all his exes are Luke Hemmings, who’s the sort of person that Calum had gotten used to the idea of never seeing again. And Calum had long since reasoned that it’s probably for the best that he doesn’t see him in the flesh ever, because Luke Hemmings is an itch in the back of his brain that never quite goes away, that he’s never been able to scratch, the someone that features in his dreams when he lets his subconscious take the reins.

He’s Calum’s the one that got away.

Peer Reviewed - @daydadahlias cornflowerblue (daydadahlias) luke/calum, michael/ashton T, 12k

Summary: Luke’s throat goes a bit dry, cheeks warming instantly. Okay, fuck, this guy’s, like, really fucking hot.

They very very rarely have super hot guys come to the writing center. Frankly, Ashton is probably the hottest guy Luke knows that’s ever come in but Michael is way too infatuated with him for Luke to even consider catching a crush.

But that means this guy is fair game.

or the one where Luke is a writing center consultant at his college and Calum needs help with a paper

stained hearts (ao3) - galacticsugar M, 28k

Summary: “I’m not really looking for a serious relationship right now.”

Okay. That’s okay. Good, even. Get to know each other before they get in too deep.

“But I liked spending time with you and I liked having sex with you and I’d like to do it again.” Luke squeezes Calum’s hand, pulling Calum’s gaze to his face. He’s smiling softly, eyes illuminated by the sun, starbursts in his pupils and shadows of his curls in perfect spirals on his shoulders. “If you want.”

Casual. Sure. Calum can do casual.

“I want.”

The Bruises On Your Thighs Like My Fingerprints (You're About To Bloom) (ao3) - Migs E, 5k

Summary: Calum doesn't like it when other people touch his boyfriend's perfect arse. Because what if someone can touch it better than Calum? What if Luke leaves him for some better arse toucher? Calum can't let that happen. He can't let someone take away his future with Luke, their two dogs and a litter of puppies, just because they worshiped that ass better than he did.

OR Calum gets riled up when other people touch Luke's butt so he reminds Luke who can satisfy him best.

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5 seconds of summer #5sos #luke hemmings #calum hood #cake #cake masterlist #masterlists

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BTS song inspo series | Jungkook - You are the reason by Calum Scott |

Warnings: angsty? Slight fluff at the end <3

Pairing: Jungkook x f!reader

Word count: 1.8k

A/n: so uh..got that out quick umm

I was restless and kinda couldn’t stop writing once I started..

I mean of course I did eventually cause like I got tired last night but y’know what I mean

Happy ending-ish! Yay!!

Also, like, I didn’t read thru it yet and I’m tired as fuck rn so I’ll do it tmrw

There goes my heart beating

‘Cause you are the reason

I’m losing my sleep

Please come back now

He said he would never hurt you. He told you he never would. He promised himself he wouldn’t.

He did.

He didn’t mean to.

He never meant to.

He hasn’t been right since that fateful day. That one, damn day. The one day he unknowingly broke your heart.

He furiously wipes at the tear that slips down his cheek. He shouldn’t be crying, he did this to himself. If anything you’re the only one who has the right to tears.

Not him. He has the right to beat himself up, to get in his head, talk himself down.

And there goes my mind racing

And you are the reason

That I’m still breathing

I’m hopeless now

He sighs frustratedly, running a hand over his face as he gets out of bed, heading out of his room and straight for his front door. He grabs his hoodie on the way, opening the door and closing it behind him, not bothering to lock it as he slips his hoodie on.

He starts walking to who knows where. Somewhere that’s not his house. The house he heard your laugh in so many times. The house that held so many memories of the two of you together.

He groans, running a hand through his hair as he blinks the tears away. He debates on calling you. Again. Knowing he will have the same outcome. It’ll ring, and ring, and ring, and ring.

Then it’ll go to voicemail.

Like every other time he called. He just wanted to talk to you. Tell you to do anything to him, punch him if it means you’ll talk to him. Cut an arm off if it meant you’d talk to him. Even if it’s just a single word.

He knows he’s probably being dramatic, but if that’s what he has to do he’ll do it. As long as he could tell you how much you mean to him, even if you choose not to listen.

He’d do anything to see you. To talk to you. Even if it’s just one more time.

I’d climb every mountain

And swim every ocean

Just to be with you

And fix what I’ve broken

Oh, ‘cause I need you to see

That you are the reason

He shouldn’t miss you. He knows he shouldn’t. He didn’t have the right to. “Fuck it.” He curses under his breath, slipping his phone out of his pocket and going straight to your contact. He presses call and brings his phone to his ear, pressing it firmly against it as he listens to the stupid. Fucking. Ringing.

It stops.

Earlier than it should have.

“Y/n?” He tentatively calls out, stopping dead in his tracks.

Nothing.

“Are you there?” He whispers, nervously toying with his lip rings. He hears an exhale from your end and presses his phone impossibly closer to his ear, his knees buckling in relief.

He leans against a nearby tree, his eyes sliding shut. “I thought I’d never get to talk to you again.” He croaks, slowly sliding down the tree. “You weren’t supposed to.” You say, your voice oh so cold making his heart clench.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers, “God I’m so fucking sorry.” He runs a hand through his hair as he blinks his tears away for the second time in 5 minutes. “That’s not enough, Jungkook.” He purses his lips, looking at his thighs. He picks at some imaginary lint before running his hand over his sweats.

“I know.” He eventually whispers. “Is that why you called? Why you won’t stop calling? Just to say sorry? Do you think that will fix shit, Jungkook?” You ask. “No.” He croaks.

There goes my hands shaking

And you are the reason

My heart keeps bleeding

I need you now

“Then why do you keep calling?” You ask. “I don’t know.” He answers truthfully, nervously playing with his shirt. He hears a sigh from your end before he hears shuffling then the faint sound of a door closing. “That’s not a reason, Jungkook.” You say. “I know.” He mumbles, a tear slipping down his cheek. “I’m sorry I was such an asshole. If I could go back and undo that mistake I would.” He croaks, sniffling afterwards.

And if I could turn back the clock

I’d make sure the light defeated the dark

I’d spend every hour, of every day

Keeping you safe

You keep quiet. “I’m sorry.” Jungkook mumbles again, a small sob escaping his throat. He tries to cover it up with a cough, but you heard it. You don’t comment on it but you heard it.

You both sit there for a moment.

Nothing but silence coming from both ends.

“I love you.” Jungkook mumbles, pulling the phone away from his ear and ending the call, letting his phone fall into the grass beside him as he cries.

He doesn’t hold his tears back for once.

He lets them come.

He doesn’t hold in a sob, just pulls his knees up to his chest and buries his head in his arms, sobbing into them.

He doesn’t know how long he’s been there for. Long enough for the sun to rise and people to emerge from their homes. He finally raises his head from his arms, wiping his runny nose with his sleeve and wiping away his tears.

He looks at his phone. He picks it up before he stands up, sliding it into his hoodie pocket, walking down the street.

He gets a few glances. Some with curiosity, some with sympathy. He doesn’t know how people can notice puffy eyes so easily, plus notice it’s from crying. But alas, they do.

He eventually finds himself at a park, sitting at one of the benches as he watches ducks swim in a pond. Oh he’s so tempted to jump in and never come back out. He doubts anyone would miss him. Maybe Bam but he’d have others.

He sighs, slumping against the bench.

He feels his phone start to buzz in his pocket but he ignores it. He doesn’t want to talk to anyone. He just wants to be left alone to his thoughts. He’s tired of people. He’s tired of himself. He’s tired of everything.

He groans, running a hand through his hair as he throws his head back, staring up at the sky. Why can’t life be simple? Why does he have to fuck everything up?

His phone starts buzzing again, yet he ignores it. Again. He doesn’t care why people keep calling him. He just doesn’t wanna talk to people right now. Maybe you. But only you. Only to try and convince you that he’d do absolutely anything to get you back in his life.

And I’d climb every mountain

And swim every ocean

Just to be with you

And fix what I’ve broken

Oh, ‘cause I need you to see

That you are the reason

As soon as the buzzing stops, it starts again. He takes his phone out of his pocket and sets it on the bench beside him, lifting his head up to look back at the pond. The ducks are still swimming around. Happily. Without a single worry.

He wishes he could have that.

Not have to worry about life.

That’s paradise. Heaven. Something too far out of reach for him. He sighs, moving to lay down on the bench, his eyes roaming the park.

There’s a few people here, not enough to make him want to leave, but still a decent amount.

He brings a hand up to rub his eyes, pushing himself off of the bench with a groan. He should probably head home before he falls asleep on a bench like a homeless person.

He grabs his phone, slipping it into his hoodie pocket along with his hands as he starts to walk back to his house.

He doesn’t know what he expected to see—probably nothing—but cop cars certainly were not it. “Jungkook!” A voice yells, a body hurrying toward him. He doesn’t have time to step back when he’s pulled into a tight embrace. The body starts to shake, something wet hitting his chest. He furrows his brows, about to ask who it is when someone else speaks, “Well, considering he’s returned, we’re going to be on our way and not file a missing persons report.” A cop says, coming to stand beside Jungkook and the mysterious person still hugging him.

“Missing persons report?” Jungkook questions, frowning as he looks at the cop. “Ah, this lady claims she’s been trying to reach you since you talked last night but you wouldn’t answer. She said when she came to your home to see if you were alright she found the door unlocked and tried to contact you again. When you continuously wouldn’t answer, she called us and would not let us live until we came down here.” The cop says, shaking his head slightly.

“Oh.” Jungkook mumbles, glancing at the top of your head. “Have a good day, sir. And please do not go under the radar with this one.” The cop pleads before walking away.

“Y/n?” Jungkook asks when the car is gone. “I fucking hate you.” You mumble through sobs, holding him impossibly tighter. “You’ve been fucking MIA since like 1am!” You say, smacking his arm. He winces slightly, a small ‘sorry’ slipping from his lips.

“I didn’t think you’d care if I was MIA.” He mumbles, his arms hesitantly wrapping around you.

He can feel you relax almost immediately, melting into his embrace. “Just because we broke up doesn’t mean that I don’t fucking care if you die.” You say, sniffling hard after. “I didn’t die though.” Jungkook whispers.

“I don’t wanna fight no more.” You whisper, your arms wrapping tighter around him. “I don’t either.” Jungkook whispers.

I don’t wanna hide no more

I don't wanna cry no more

“I missed you.” You whisper, “So fucking much. I missed your cuddles. How you would always hug me when I was scared.” You whisper. “I really needed one of your bear hugs when you went MIA. You really freaked me out.” You croak.

Come back I need you to hold me

“I’m sorry.” He whispers, hugging you tighter.

Be a little closer now

Just a little closer now

Come a little closer

I need you to hold me tonight

“I missed you too.” He mumbles, hiding his face in your hair as a tear slips down his cheek.

I’d climb every mountain

“I swear I’ll do anything to make it up to you,”

And swim every ocean

“If it means you’ll stay with me.”

Just to be with you

And fix what I’ve broken

“I'll stay. No conditions. I just want you back.”

‘Cause I need you to see

That you are the reason

A/n: I really hope this was good cause like I don’t really know how to feel abt it tbh

Mini series taglist:

@mochilatae

Permanent taglist:

@viankiss @lizzymizzy-blogg @teddymoon06 @rln-byg

#bts #jungkook #Jungkook x reader #song inspo series

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talkfastromance4 · 1 year

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18 on the dialogues list with Calum 🥺

I changed the dialogue a smidge but it’s still the same! Presenting hockey!cal x figure skater!reader!

I also HAD to do a moodboard…

Disclaimer: I know basically the most basic parts of hockey and figure skating so there are fallacies I’m sure. And the Olympics are mentioned but in this world, this is how it goes😅

Enjoy!🏒⛸️

The first time Calum saw you skate was as he was leaving the locker room after hockey practice. He heard music echoing through the tunnel and he followed it to investigate. Michael, his best friend and teammate jogged to keep up.

“Who practices after us?” Calum asked.

“No one, I thought.”

When they emerge from the tunnel you race past them on the ice, your skates scraping with speed and the small practice skirt flaring up from the breeze you created. After your wide arch on the ice you do a double axel landing perfectly with a flourish of your arms.

“Woah,” Calum mumbled impressed.

“Oh! I know who that is!” Michael snapped his fingers in realization. “She’s here training for the Olympics.”

“What’s her name?”

“No idea. C’mon, I’m hungry.”

Calum stayed for a moment longer adjusting the strap of his hockey bag watching you skate and add your own flair to the routine.

It wasn’t until a month later that you finally met. Calum stayed on the ice to practice his shots when you stomped out on the rink.

“Oh! Sorry, I thought you guys were done,” you say.

“I can share,” he smiles then swats at a puck lined up.

“You sure? I use the whole rink.”

“It’s fine, I’ll be in my own corner.”

“Okay,” you sigh.

Calum tries to keep his attention on his own practice but he’s easily distracted by you moving around him. Eventually, he stops altogether to watch you twirl and leap in the air. It’s a wonder how you get yourself airborne like that. He comes to the conclusion that you’re simply magic.

When you’re both done on the ice and unlacing your skates, you speak up.

“I heard you scored two goals in your last game. That’s awesome.”

“Thanks, it’s always a nice feeling. I heard you’re training for the Olympics?”

“Yeah. I qualify in a few months to find out if I made the cut. So it’s crunch time.”

“You’ve got it in the bag. I’ve seen you skate and it’s insane how you can do all of that.”

“Thank you,” you smile impishly. Calum thinks it’s cute.

“I know you’re training but…do you want to grab a bite to eat?”

***

Thus started the skating romance between you two. After practice the two of you would get dinner, coffee, or hang out listening to music. You’d attend his home games and even bought his jersey to wear.

“I wish I could wear something of yours,” he told you leaning over the half door of the rink. The rest of the team is behind him doing some warm-ups before the game starts but Calum always has to talk to you first.

“You don’t want to try on one of my skirts?” you smile flirtatiously.

“You know I can rock a skirt, sweetheart,” he laughs. “I mean like a jersey or something. I love seeing you in mine. Figure skaters should have jerseys.”

“Well…I do have a scrunchie,” you pull the sparkly purple scrunchie from your ponytail. Your hair falls over the fuzzy headband and Calum gets a pleasurable whiff of your shampoo, it made him a little lightheaded. It smells like apples and cherry blossoms. “You can wear this if you want.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Maybe it’ll bring you luck.”

“You already bring me luck,” he grins but holds out his hand. You slip the scrunchie onto his wrist and tuck it under his black sleeve. “Thanks babe.”

“You’re welcome.”

He leans closer but pauses so he can watch your eyes flutter shut and press his lips to yours. The buzz of the crowd disappears and all of his focus is on you and the gentle way your fingers skate up his cheek and into the curls around his ears. Your lips are so soft and there’s some whistles from the fans but he only pays them half a mind.

If it was up to Calum, he’d spend all of his time kissing you.

“Hood! Get your ass over here!” his coach shouts from behind.

You break the kiss first but Calum chases your lips.

“You’re going to get into the penalty box before the game even starts,” you giggle.

“You’re worth it.” He pecks your lips twice. “I’ll see you after.”

“Go get ‘em, tiger,” you kiss his nose and he pushes off the wall. Michael tosses him his helmet, he catches it one handed and slips it on his head.

***

January 2nd is when you qualify and Calum has helped you during practice by being moral support and your biggest cheerleader. Your coach scolded him numerous times for interrupting your training sessions so he watched you proudly in silence.

To help ease your anxiety a little he decides to take you on a date at an outdoor rink.

“I don’t want to think about skating right now,” you whine as he pulls your skates from his backseat. “Can’t we go to the movies and makeout like we’re teenagers breaking curfew?”

“It’s only eight o’clock, your curfew was eight o’clock?” he asks.

“That’s besides the point.”

“This is all for fun, babe. No spins or tricks or double axels. Tonight is about being that cheesy couple making googly eyes under the twinkle lights.”

You skate around a few times holding hands then you spot a little girl trying to skate backwards and another one attempting to do a jump. Calum feels your fingers slip from his as you approach her. He hears you speak kindly then offers your help to the little girls.

After five minutes, you have them skating backwards and doing a perfect little jump off the ice. Their father comes by thanking you and then it starts to snow. You wave at the little girl then skid to a stop in front of Calum, his fingers weave through yours easily.

“Sorry, they reminded me of me at that age. Once you skate backwards, you can do anything.”

“It’s fine,” he shakes his head smiling, “you taught them pretty quickly.”

“I just showed her what worked for me. Ugh, snow is getting in my eyes.”

“They’re on your eyelashes,” he pulls you into him. “Looks cute. You’re my snow princess.”

***

Calum’s sitting with your coach at the qualifiers waiting anxiously for you to go on. He wished you luck and a promise that you’ve got this. Your purple scrunchie is on his wrist and his nails are painted the same color as your silvery sparkly outfit. Your makeup is striking and he can’t believe he’s with you.

He watches you take a deep breath then you step onto the ice with a radiant smile. There are some cheers of your name–his included–and the music starts. Cameras are rolling and flashing, tracking your every move as you skate to the center of the rink.

When it comes to your triple double axel, Calum leans forward on his seat.

“C’mon baby, c’mon baby,” he cheers for you silently. You execute and land each double perfectly. Calum hoots and claps with other fans that are happy with your accomplishment.

When it’s finally time for the final results, Calum is standing behind you holding your hand as your coach holds the other.

“And from the D12 qualifile…Y/N Y/L/N!!”

You shriek and jump in excitement hugging your coach then launch yourself into Calum’s arms.

“I did it!”

“I knew you could, princess,” he hugs you tighter. “I’m so proud of you.”

In his minds’ eye he saw himself at the winter Olympics with you, cheering you on.

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