caldwellderek

[caldwellderek]

cliodhnamcgrath·:

your lips part slightly as you begin to contemplate the idea of thirteen books in five years. what was that? close to two and a half a year? you stare a moment longer before he asks his next question and you quickly change the expression written across your features. taking a sip of your wine, you lick your lips and shake your head, brows crickling across your brow, “no. no of course that doesn’t make me judge you. each to their own, right? and right now? the priory of the orange tree. it’s massive. around nine hundred pages. but who doesn’t love a fantasy novel every once in a while, hm?” you laugh the, toothy grin working it’s way across your features before you reach for a peanut. “it’s not offensive. it really just means fun. or a good time. easily mixed up with various americans to mean something entirely different, i’ve noticed, but not offensive no. c - r - a - i - c. craic. pronounced like crack.” you swallow before leaning on your knees, looking him over, “i know, you’re very lucky to have your own private show.” you touch his chin then in jest before leaning back, “oh i know it’ll ruin the mood. i’ve been reading a modern poet lately.. courtney peppernell? she’s all i have in my head right now.. and a mood downer at that. so maybe, y’know, just a pass on it. for tonight.”

      your eyes widen as she mentions how big the book she’s reading is. you can’t imagine how thick it is or how many hours that would personally take you. a frown pulls at your lips before your eyes snap back towards her. “fantasy novel? the title alone sounds epic. i don’t even know what some of it means. does it have battles?” the way she laughs make you grin in return. you find clio has this effect on you. you’re not sure exactly when it happened, but you wouldn’t change it either way. she’s a light in your life and you make sure she knows it as often as you can remind her without being obnoxious. more so than you usually are. “c - r - a - i - c? you type it in and get about the same definition she just gave you. “what’s the craic? alright. i’m going to start slipping this into conversations. impress some people.” then her fingers are on your chin and there’s an uptick in your heart rate. it staccatos right beneath your ribcage and you’re not sure you’ll actually survive the show later. “my own private show,” you slip out mindlessly before clearing your throat. “alright, we can pass on it tonight. more fun things. i like when you smile. it’s top five favorite things.”

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📱— TEXT: DEREK & CLIODHNA

cliodnha: what was it you were saying about not being soft? because that was very sweet

cliodnha: i'll think about it. as for that, uh yeah. maybe that wasn't the smartest thing to come out of your mouth lol

cliodnha: you could never embarrass yourself around me, ever. i promise

cliodnha: it means i'm an angel. and i mean, i am ;)

derek: alright, maybe i'm soft sometimes and in some occasions, but don't go telling people

derek: can we forget i said it? and don't worry, i'll say more dumb things. it's a lifestyle

derek: mm, i think i just did, clio

derek: yeah, you're an angel. i guess i can get behind that ;)

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📱— TEXT: DEREK & CLIODHNA

cliodnha: are you sure you wanna teach me? legend has it that i can't get further than boiling a pan of water

cliodnha: i definitely do know this, thats why im super okay with it

cliodnha: mhm.. okay. sorry, mr strong man. i take it back. not soft. at all. my apologies

cliodnha: oh.. you did? really?

cliodnha: hey! i'll have you know, i'm an aingeal

derek: oh, i'll make a mini chef out of you yet. you believe in me, why wouldn't i believe in you in return?

derek: mr. strong man can be my new name in your phone if you want. just a suggestion. i was going to say i'm all hard, but perhaps not in the best taste

derek: yeah, is that lame to admit? did i embarrass myself?

derek: what does that mean????

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📱— TEXT: DEREK & CLIODHNA

cliodnha: no you're not?? i'll buy what you tell me to buy and that'll make us even. since you insist on making me food

cliodnha: y'know, im surprisingly okay with that

cliodnha: der, i love you. but you are way too soft to be an amateur boxer. and i mean that in the nicest way possible

cliodnha: what about me?

cliodnha: I DIDNT DO ANYTHING

derek: i get like a chef's discount. don't worry about it. i'll hook your place up. you can impress anyone that comes over. i can even give you a few easy lessons. i insist on making sure you eat and don't sustain yourself on crisps and peanuts

derek: i give good hugs. you should know this by now

derek: i'm not soft, clio. i'm like... really manly. i'll flex for you to show you.

derek: sorry thought about your eyes and got lost for a second. everything about you is great. what's the problem?

derek: seems unlikely

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📱— TEXT: DEREK & CLIODHNA

cliodnha: of course i don't. my house is your house and all that, right? i'm excited to taste

cliodnha: i'd be more hurt if you didn't hug me when you see me, to be honest. please do

cliodnha: oh, i didn't know that. i'm sorry that someone dragged you into anything like that. it doesn't seem like your thing at all. love you

cliodnha: of course she gave me the eyes. i'm only human, how was i supposed to say no??

cliodnha: oh my god. don't you look adorable?? cute. saving it

derek: it goes both ways. i'm going to start buying you better equipment so i don't have to bring my knives with me. man, i haven't had someone say to that to me in a minute

derek: big bear hug incoming, but i will not crush your bones

derek: it's all good. i haven't been in a fight since my early twenties. i guess i had to shake the cobwebs up. should i start my life as an amateur boxer who cooks in the cold light of day?

derek: i get that. that's how i feel about you most times

derek: STOP THIS

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📱— TEXT: DEREK & CLIODHNA

cliodnha: oh yeah? you have? nothing to heavy though. i'm stuffed haha

cliodnha: can you let me compliment you for like.. two seconds? you're the whole package deal. embrace it, der. because im not going to let you forget

cliodnha: there were two fights? how come you never said? and of course i did. i had to. lily made me. or i made her. i can't exactly remember

cliodnha: MAYBE JUST KNOWING IS ENOUGH

derek: yeah, yeah. don't worry. it'll take time. i gotta marinate the meat and make the chips and stuff. you'll be starved by the time i'm ready. you don't care if i use your kitchen right?

derek: okay, okay. fine. maybe i'm not used to hearing it. but thanks, clio. can i hug you when i see you?

derek: no, one fight. but i was involved in it. one of the parties involved. i don't know. i didn't want to make a big deal about it. i'm pretty sure lily probably made you. did she give you eyes?

derek: -picture attached-

derek: so you have proof

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📱— TEXT: DEREK & CLIODHNA

cliodnha: thirty is good. and uh.. i just ate. but i could go for some nachos i guess? thanks

cliodnha: i love that though. like, you're gonna be the whole package deal. should i start getting my reservations in now? to beat the queues

cliodnha: there was a fight at the gala? to be honest i was too busy drinking the entire menu with lily.. what happened?

cliodnha: ooh really? in that case suuuuper excited to see you

derek: yeah, but for dinner? oh, nachos? i can do something fancy with that. i've been wanting to try something. i'll surprise you

derek: you'll always have a spot at the VIP table. i'm not a whole package deal. maybe my menu will be. if i can ever open my own place

derek: yeah, i was involved in it. one of the two. you drank the whole menu????

derek: you can't even see me blushing. WHAT IS THE POINT?

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📱— TEXT: DEREK & CLIODHNA

cliodnha: yeah okay! i'm not that far in, i'll restart and pause it for you until you get here

cliodnha: hmm. i feel like that is certainly summer worthy. ive never had it before but it sounds tasty! also mixology skills? and i'm only learning about it now? uh screw this, i'm gonna run to the shop and buy different things so we can have a full on cocktail tasting evening.

cliodnha: that could be fun with miss elle woods

cliodnha: unknown...? talk to me, der

cliodnha: i'm good. glad school is finally over. and excited to see you, of course

derek: alright, give me like thirty? i'm going to go pick up supplies. what do you feel like eating?

derek: okay so you'll be in charge of alcohol. yeah, i've been trying to expand. what's the point of a good meal if you don't have a good drink to pair it with?

derek: we'll do it up

derek: it's just been a weird couple of days. did you hear about the fight at the gala?

derek: you'll make me blush, so knock it off. i'm glad you're off for the summer. time for more shenanigans.

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📱— TEXT: DEREK & CLIODHNA

cliodnha: uh of course miss elle woods of legally blonde. my fave

cliodnha: i'm not a massive fan of whiskey. i know, the horror. bring whatever you wanna, der. i don't mind. as for a pool, i'll just put an image on the telly and we can pretend

cliodnha: are you okay though?

derek: can we restart it when i come over? i love those movies. holly always makes me watch them with her. i feel kin to elle

derek: wait, really? is tequila tropical enough for a summer day? i've been practicing my mixologist skills and i can whip us up something. oh, i'm down for some roleplaying

derek: hm, unknown. but i'll be right as rain when i see your face

derek: how are you?

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magic-ellie·:

“I know and I’m sorry!” Ellie replied. “I have all this feelings inside me and I have no idea how to deal with them! I feel like they going to split me in half!” She almost yelled and hugged herself. In all honestly, she was feeling worse than when Cason broke up with her, maybe because she knew that it was the right thing to do, no matter how much it hurt. “I love you, Derek. You’re my only friend here in Monelon and I don’t want to put you in an umcomfortable possition. I’m not going in on purpose, alright?” Ellie dropped her bag on the floor. “I wish I had like a reset button to forget everything that has happened in the last twenty four hours, that would be a relief.” He then mentioned calling her and she ignoring her calls. “Yes, I know you’ve been trying to reach me on my phone but I just needed some time for myself. I need to analyze my next move, where am I going with all this and get some clear thoughts,” she said. “Can you give your fuck up friend one more chance, Derek? Without you, I have nothing.”

      “I’m fine though. I told you it was okay. In fact, I’m trying to preserve our friendship. You’re the one who started retracting and trying to make me feel guilty. Of course I want us to stay friends. You’re important to me too, El. That’s what I’ve been saying if you’d actually listen to me. Alright?” Licking his lips, he takes another sip of water while he watches her. There’s a hundred thoughts running through his mind and he’s not sure he’s articulate enough to explain them properly. “Stop putting yourself down, please. You’re not a fuck up. You’ve got a lot of emotions and shit running through you. It’s fine. It happened. We file it and we move on. I’m not going anywhere. I’m not the type to run. Never have been. You’re not alone, so don’t go into full blown panic mode. We’re fine.” 

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📱— TEXT: DEREK & CLIODHNA

cliodnha: you do know i don't spend all of my time reading poetry right? i happen to be enjoying a little elle woods, actually

cliodnha: but i'm free, are you alright?

cliodnha: also no amount of wine is too much wine..

derek: you're so smart you could spend your time doing anything and i'd believe it. do you mean legally blonde miss elle woods???????

derek: i'm okay, just wanted to come over with a few bottles of wine. or vodka. is liquor better? wait, should i get jameson? is that racist?

derek: i wish i had a pool so we could lay out

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📱— TEXT: DEREK & CLIODHNA

derek: are you reading poetry right now or are you free?

derek: have you eaten today?

derek: how much wine is too much wine?

derek: none of these are riddles

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magic-ellie·:

“I fucked up,” Ellie said, going to sit on the couch. “That’s what I do, apparently. I fuck things up with everyone,” she covered her face with her hands. Derek only cared about her, he just proved it. He could only be her friend and vice versa, not that she could force him to be with her. Di she really had feelings for him or was she looking for comfort? Ellie shook her head, confused by her own thoughts. “I get it,” she shrugged. “It’s fine, I suppose.” No man would want to be with her now. She was a cheater and they would always have the doubt about her being with another man or not. A headache was coming, she could feel it, so she stood up from the couch and took her bag. “I shouldn’t have come here. I just wanted to apologize, that’s all. I’ll get out of your way.” 

     A sigh follows as she spirals down some sort of litany of thoughts. “You kissed me. You didn’t fuck up. It’s not a big deal. It’s not just something I think either of us should be doing. We’re friends. We’re good friends. I didn’t even know you thought about me that way. It doesn’t take away from our relationship. In fact, I think I’ve been more than cool about everything. I’ve been attacked by you ex-boyfriend. I’ve allowed you to find comfort in me. I’ll always be a safe space, Ellie. But you can’t expect me to just roll with something that comes out of left field.” His jaw tightens as he finds a bottle of water to drink. He needs a distraction, the irritation settling on his shoulders and making him tight. “Don’t make me feel bad or guilt me because I’m actively worried about you and your feelings. I don’t want you overextending over something that might just be on a whim. I care about you. That stands.” He puts up a hand. “I want you to stay. I’ve been calling you nonstop and you’ve been ignoring me. I’m glad you came by. But it’s not fair the way you’re acting right now. I’ve been a good friend to you. Better than most. I’ll have your back always.”

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magic-ellie·:

She closed her eyes when his arms wrapped around her. It was different from Cason. His arms were big and strong and she felt protected with him. She really didn’t want to let her ex win the first round, but she was sure if he had tried something else, Derek probably would have left him in a coma or worse. Ellie moved her head to look at him and bit her lower lip, slowly standing on her tiptoes to gently press her lips against his for a few seconds before moving away and out of his arms, sighing “I’m sorry, Derek. I shouldn’t have done that,” Ellie closed her green eyes and groaned, running a hand through her hair. “It’s not that I didn’t want to. I mean…fuck,” she cursed. 

      The kiss takes him by surprise and he goes serious. When she wiggles out of his arms, Derek stands there confused. A frown pulls at his lips as he stares at her. Unsure what to say exactly, he takes a step back and puts his hands up. “What are you doing exactly?” Ellie’s his friend. She’s been his friend since they met, but he wasn’t sure where this came from. Maybe displaced emotion in a confusing situation. He licks his lips and tastes her, frowning growing more. “You really shouldn’t have done that. It’s confusing. I didn’t know you liked me like that. Especially after everything that happened. I... care about you?” He scratches at the back of his scalp before rubbing his face. “I think you’re just confused. A lot of stuff has been happening. I care about you, El. I don’t want you to go. But I’m not sure I can do all that.” 

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cliodhnamcgrath·:

a toothy grin manages to light up your features and you can’t help but roll your eyes. you’re monthly target wasn’t excessive, but now that school was over, you definitely had a little more time to yourself to get cracking. not that he needed to know that’s now how you spent the majority of your days. you were trying to make an impression here. “like.. thirteen? thirteen books a month. that’s doable. y’know, if they’re hitting the 300 page mark. anything more then 500 means it’s a smaller number that month..” you realise then you’re rambling, and you stop to scratch your cheek. “anyway..yes, a book club would be great craic. we can have annual glasses of wine and regular bowls of peanuts, hm?” a laugh breaks through your lips, “as for the accent, keep up the practising. have a feeling you’ll surprise me yet.” leaning forward, you follow suit with a handful of crisps, eating one at a time as you contemplate his next string of questions. they were alright, these crisps, still not as good as the ones you had at home. and certainly not the kind you had gotten used to in the period of time you’d lived in the states. god, you missed sensations. “just for you derek, if i’m drunk enough, i will dance on the table. that’s how drunk we’re planning on getting. as for poetry… don’t you think it could potentially ruin the mood?”

      you find yourself watching the way she smiles, your own growing. you can’t remember the last time you smiled like this just hanging out with someone. you take a peanut and chuck at her when she rolls her eyes. “thirteen in a month? i’ve maybe read that in five years. if i’m being generous. does that make you judge me? what are you reading currently? do you like it?” you know you’re asking too many questions. it’s as if you’re a journalist, but you find her fascinating. her brain works differently than yours. “craic? do i need to ask irish translate what that means? can i use it? is it offensive if i use it?” your eyes widen as you dig our your phone. “how do you spell it? but a book club with wine and peanuts sounds ideal. why did we do this sooner?” you watch her eat and wonder if she’s had a real meal. maybe you can whip something up for the both of you in a little bbit. “just for me?” you pretend to swoon and flutter your eyelashes. “alright, drunk enough for you to dance on the table for me. you think it could? i don’t think so. but you’re the expert. i just like the way you say it to me. it makes sense when you recite it.” 

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Call me?!

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cliodhnamcgrath·:

with a smile, your eyes drop to the books on the floor and you nod your head, pointing, “well, those ones i have, the pile beside is my tbr. which i know looks a little excessive, but i’ve set myself a monthly target, gotta get through it.” sipping your wine, you watch him quietly, how he studies the book with care and gentleness, how he lingers. you’re caught off however at the poor excuse of an irish accent that breaks through his lips then and your tranquility is interrupted with a fit of laughter. “oh my god,” you start, head shaking as a hand is held up, “i’m sorry. what even was that? was that supposed to be me?” your brow lifts before you fall back slightly. he was good at that, making you laugh. “and you wish i’d get up on the table and dance. maybe after a few glasses, hm?” tilting your own glass in his direction, you raise it in a mock toast before taking another long sip. eventually, you sit forward, attention given to him once again before your head tilts and you suck in your lip, “can i not just invite a friend over for a night of casual drinking and peanuts?”

       “a monthly target? i’m scared to ask what it is. do you have to read a book a day or you’ll die? what’s your favorite genre? you know...” you trail off as you pop a handful of peanuts in your mouth. you needed this you realize. being around clio makes your shoulders relax. she’s not pretentious and she never expects anything from you. maybe a fancy grilled cheese later once the wine settles in both of your bellies, but you love being able to offer something. “we should do a book club. i don’t read much, but i should. plus i trust your guidance. you wouldn’t steer me wrong. probably.” your eyes widen as you pop more peanuts in your mouth and wash them down with wine. “hey, hey. give me another glass and you’ll think you’re back in ireland. i’m good at this i swear.” her laughter makes you break into a grin. it stretches until your cheeks hurt. “i absolutely wish. i don’t have a lot of cash on me, but i’ll throw it just for you. i’ll hold you to that.” the way she casually sucks on her lip makes you pause but you shove it away and move onto the crisps. “you can, but i’m nosy. you’re really pushing these peanuts, huh? how drunk are we getting? will you recite poetry to me?”