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5 Seconds of Summer - Close As Strangers

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Close as Strangers || Seahound

Backdated to July 30th, 2025 Summary: A relationship built on a foundation of borrowed time - runs out; and Luca and Milo are forced to say their final goodbyes. Content Warnings: Grief, dramatic teenage angst.

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"And then one day someone walks into your life, a total stranger, and they become so important to you. And while you've known them such a short time, you feel you have loved them for a lifetime."

— Courtney Peppernell

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If you’re sleepy, go to bed. You’ve been working all day. You must be so tired. I’m tired but I want to be with you.

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Milo gave a soft hum at the answer, again unable to contain that small huff of amusement as he nodded. "...cuddles it is." Which was more than fine with Milo, who could feel that exhaustion seeping easily into his bones too. If Luca was in no mood to move? Milo certainly wasn't going to argue - nor would he even try with a face like that looking sleepily back up at him.

"...I loved it - n'I love you too." Milo corrected easily, pressing a kiss to Luca's cheek as he brushed a hand through their hair, watching fondly as their eyes slipped closed. "Good night, Lu... lets always meet in our dreams." He said quietly, carefully turning to pull the blanket over the pair of them, tucking it softly against Luca's frame before he settled his head back down onto their chest, unable to keep his eyes from drifting closed not too long after.

The baseball game still hummed lowly in the background, the familiar music and cheers as the commentators voice cut through it all;

and with that, the Phillies have a walk off run win here in Colorado, thanks to a homerun from Nick Castellanos--

but for once? Milo didn't even care.

Instead, the most important thing in the world were just those soft movements of Luca's chest with every breath and the rhythmic beat of their heart that lulled him to sleep.

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Milo could have sworn he felt his heart skip a beat in his chest, his breathing coming in shallow, uneven pants as he shakily worked Luca through their orgasm, only pulling his hand away after a few more strokes so that he could support his weight beside Luca's hip instead.

For a moment then he didn't move at all, just trying to collect his breath as he swallowed, his hips still pressed tightly up against Luca's as he stared down at them, eying their expression so fondly with the slightest twitch up in his lips. That exhausted, half-lidded expression that stared back at him was a gift like no other, and Milo dipped down to press a kiss first to their lips and then another softer one to the top of their forehead.

There was almost a quiet calm that blanketed the room as Milo's senses slowly started to come back to him, the high of the moment simmering into a content, lazy comfort that buzzed through his veins as he gently pulled himself free of Luca - the sound of the baseball reappearing in his focus as if someone had simply turned it back on instead of it being on the entire time.

Though it was still more of a pleasant background noise more than anything else as Milo brushed a hand against Luca's side before fully untangling himself from them so that he could slip that condom off and toss it, grabbing a few tissues as he clambered back into the bed. "I love you." Milo said again, stealing Luca's lips in another kiss as he gently cleaned Luca up as well as swiped the residual lube from his hands.

"...are you okay?" Milo asked when he'd settled back with Luca then, resting softly between them legs again and tracing his fingers over their chest. "...'cause whatever you need." He assured softly, as he did each time - intertwining their fingers again to press a kiss to Luca's knuckles. "...a warm bath, comfy clothes, snacks. You say the word."

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The scratches down his back combined with Luca's words were enough to draw a slight needy whine from him, his cheeks flushing almost immediately at the sound as he adjusted his positioning a bit to quicken his thrusts. Even if the words he wanted to say in return tangled on his tongue from a combination of his timid nature mixing with the breathless state Luca was leaving him in.

He nodded quickly, that aforementioned shaky breathing a likely indicator of that truth even if he was doing his best to try to hold back that tightening in his gut. It was a pointless endeavor - given Milo was learning that was an entirely different kind of endurance he hadn't even begun to train, but he hated the idea of leaving this proximity so soon when all he wanted to do was stay here forever. To be so closely intimate with someone he loved so much.

But what he wanted most?

To try and get Luca to unravel with him - again. Which was one of the biggest reasons he was fighting with his own chemistry, trying to hold out so that he could quicken the pace of his hand working up and down Luca's length, leaning down to unsteadily kiss them as he rocked his hips into theirs, tasting their breath on his tongue. "...I-.. I- I love you-" Milo mumbled into their kiss, feeling that pressure ever tighten as he pressed the hand intertwined with Luca's into the mattress, his hips stuttering for just a moment before he pressed as deep as he could, a whimpered moan slipping from his lips, unable to hold himself back from the edge a second long.

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Despite that overwhelming feeling that felt like it was stealing his breath right out from under him, Milo still found the amusement in Luca's desperation, a breathless laugh slipping from his lips as he worked his fingers up and down, thumb brushing over the tip.

It never mattered how much caution Milo put towards any of his movements when Luca themselves had the green light lit long before him, assuring him over and over and over that they were fine and that they wanted more. Wanted him. A feeling he still couldn't quite get used to but entertained him to no end all the same.

"...bossy." Milo teased lightly between kisses, but he listened obediently all the same, shifting his weight easily so that he could draw his hips back and press in again, a little deeper - a bit sharper. "...fuck.." Milo let slip again, another deep breath leaving his lungs in a bitten down moan as he found a rhythm. He tried to keep his hand moving in sync with his hips, despite a small stutter in his movements as he drove his hips deeper between Luca's legs. His fingers tightened in Luca's hand, a careful eye staying on their expression as he moaned their name against their lips.

"..Lu--" He breathed, squeezing around the base of their cock. "...literally p-...perfect. So fuc-..fucking gorgeous." He mumbled against the crook of Luca's neck.

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Milo's gaze flicked up at Luca's request, his lips moving back across their jaw to steal a kiss as he nodded back. He let himself deepen that kiss then, his tongue slipping against Luca's lips as he lined himself up with his hand, softly pressing in with a hitch in his breath. It had been an incredibly difficult balance in their first time, knowing he wanted nothing more than to sink into that enveloping warmth but also knowing he needed to move so slowly in order not to hurt his partner.

That same dilemma came a little easier this time, both because there wasn't this hanging unknown above him, and the fact he had trust in Luca's tolerance and communication now that they'd gone through it before. So that small fear in the back of his mind didn't linger this time around, letting Milo shift lightly as he gave Luca's hand a distracting squeeze as he nipped at their lip and pressed deeper with his hips, feeling Luca around them as he stifled his own moan against their lips.

His hand moved to Luca's thigh, gently massaging the skin there as he softly urged their legs apart a bit more, his hips settling comfortably between Luca's as he finally stilled against them, giving them time to adjust to the feeling as he peppered encouraging kisses back across their jaw. "...you feel incredible." Milo mumbled earnestly, leaning his forehead against theirs with a quick peck to their nose. "...s'okay? You're doing so good." He praised quietly, the fingers of his free hand moving to circle around their cock, giving light distracting tugs.

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"...sorry." Milo had half a mind to look a little guilty at the comment - flashing a small smile towards Luca with a peak of those pointy canines that would only really prove Luca's point more of why it was a risk to open them that way. The problem was when it came to Luca - Milo couldn't help but be a little frazzled and impatient. Everything about them drove him crazy and that pit of desire that burned in his stomach he'd only ever felt towards them.

In the same way that it was only ever Luca that could draw the words that fell from his lips now - a small chain of curses in his native tongue, some of which he was sure they recognized by now as he bit down on his lip lightly to try and contain. Every little touch from Luca always felt like electric though, sending a surprising jolt all the way down his spine, impossible to ignore.

Milo shifted again, his gaze following their hands as they rolled the condom on with a practiced ease that even Milo himself certainly didn't have (but he hadn't been brushing on on his studies clearly as much as his partner), waiting until they were finished before he moved forward to kiss them, drawing their lip between his teeth lightly. He pressed his fingers gently through a few more motions, trying to make sure Luca would be okay before he slipped them out and maneuvered himself fully between their legs.

He pulled back from the kiss then if only to relocate the bottle of lube so that he could put a moderate amount on his fingers, which he pressed against Luca first before running his hand down his length as well.

Only then did Milo softly pull Luca a bit closer to himself, leaning down to kiss up from their chest through to their jaw - his free hand intertwining into one of Luca's as he lined himself up with the other, just barely pressing against their ass. "...You ready?" He checked in with a small kiss behind their ear and a squeeze of their hand.

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Bless the Broken Road || Piplo

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Ohana means family, and family means nobody is left behind or forgotten.

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I thought I was the type of person who was going to end up all alone.

Milo's hand slipped up to the one cupping his cheek, gently squeezing Amy's hand as his teeth sank softly into his lip. For years, Milo had watched his family slip away one by one until he'd had nothing left. No one but himself, trapped away in a body that didn't even belong to him. For years he'd been tossed around family to family, only finding a brief moment of peace with Sharon-

But even then, that had been only a glimmer of hope in an otherwise grim situation.

By then, Milo had long since resigned to being stuck a dog forever. Convinced that he would live and die alone, trapped in a voiceless cage that was Pluto. Burdened to never be able to be himself, find love, friendship or family ever again. He'd completely given up hope.

Until Amy.

It was only with her bringing him home here, to her small little family of herself and Pip that it had felt like a comfortable acceptance. That at least if he were to live and die a dog, he'd get to live the rest of his life with a family as good as the Seville's. That same feeling held true now, except for the fact that Milo was human now, getting to live out the rest of his life with the Seville's as himself - and he owed almost all of that to Amy.

Pip was his best friend, his brother, his confidant, his person - and he'd done so much for him over the years and especially in those first few weeks, but... it was a simple fact; he wouldn't be here if it wasn't for Amy.

Amy Seville had saved his life.

His head ducked, unable to stifle the fresh wave of tears from slipping down his cheeks as he reached forward and gently pulled Amy into another hug. "Thank you." He all but whispered, giving her another careful squeeze before he stepped back to swipe at his eyes before repeating the same gesture with Pip. Though that hug was a little more bone-crushing, if only because it was Milo in nature to do that.

"You two mean the world to me." Milo managed when he drew back the second time, swiping his shoulder against his cheek to try and wipe his tears again. "...and I know it seems silly - but you really are the best family I've ever had.. and I've had a lot." Milo declared, partially joking, but... at the root of it all he was serious too.

The Seville's, no matter how little and broken (but still good too) - really were the best family he'd ever have.

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Bless the Broken Road || Piplo

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One, two, our feelings that come and go || piled up and made up happy || but you, who is no longer with me || I don't want to see you, but I miss you || I hate you, but I long for you || I can't seem to figure myself out either || In the end || what kind of future || is right for us? || the heavens won't give me an answer || or maybe I was just foolish || I can't seem to figure it out...

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Milo only looked up again when Pip spoke up - the words a sudden break in the thoughts that had started to pile up in his mind, like he could take back all of the personal feelings that he'd let slip. Yet, the strange looks he'd expected to find staring back at him were instead only teary-eyed smiles as Pip stumbled through his own question.

One that Milo honestly hadn't thought he'd ask. He hadn't seemed terribly confident about it, after all - but Milo could only feel his own smile growing at the fact he did decide to do so in the end too.

There was a small surprised noise that slipped from Milo's lips as Amy pulled them both into a hug - his arms easily wrapping both around her frame and Pip's as well, though his chin easily came to rest on top of Amy's head from the height difference alone.

Somehow - there was a small part of Milo that had expected a no. Amy had been through a lot in life. It would make sense if taking on children (or.. in this case, adults) to adopt would just be too much of a handful to handle! If she didn't want the official responsibility or... if maybe she secretly was just hoping once Milo left she'd be rid of him.

It was a completely ridiculous thought to have though. Milo knew that. This was Amy. The very Amy who had warmly welcomed him into their home even without a thought of who he was. Amy, who had baked him special birthday cakes every year. The one who'd taken him to every doctor's appointment, and held his hand in the waiting room, the office, the recovery room. Who told him first about her health concerns.

It was also the same woman he watched in the kitchen, trying to learn a thing or two about baking. The one he'd end up curling up with on the couch to watch bad reality TV with after a long day. It was her bedroom Milo would find himself slipping into whenever a thunderstorm startled him out of his sleep - and naturally, it was Amy he found himself turning to for advice he wasn't sure Pip, Luca or his other friends could give.

She might not be his eomma, but... yang-eomeoni? It would be an honor that only someone like Amy could have, wasn't it?

His fingers tightened gently in the fabric of Pip's shirt, squeezing his arm in a supportive gesture as he did his best to blink away the warmth behind his own eyes, regardless of the fact he was failing miserably. "...you'd really want to do that?" Milo couldn't help but ask quietly, as if just to make sure. That.. somehow he hadn't misunderstood. Or that this wasn't some dream he hadn't woken up from.

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Bless the Broken Road || Piplo

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Though it was a serious conversation, Milo felt himself snort slightly at the logic King was using. "....Flowers?... I mean - ... maybe." Milo said, scratching the side of his cheek with another shrug. "...or maybe you should go to a psychic, or.. something. Sometimes they can like.. I dunno, dig into those kinds of things."

Not that Milo exactly believed in that brand of 'magic', so to speak but.. it was worth a shot, right?

"...Like maybe if you know things about her, you can find her then too."

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