#Babylon Driveways

[stonecreationslongisland]

New Driveway and Stone Veneer, Old Bethpage, NY 11735

[angelcqre]

Like Sacrament, like Syrup

Revelation comes with the sound of bells and a letter delivered to him while he's on duty. Thick paper, a heavy envelope, and it's scripture for the way those tired eyes scan the thick paper. He reads the heavy script, a congratulations on claiming and instructions on what to do to ensure that the mating is approved.

And there, her name.

It's oxymoronic - her name, holiest of words, torn down by the angels just as Babylon had been. Brick by boring brick, piece by piece, destroyed just to be rediscovered. The language of angels, followed by the wretched duosyllabic claiming of his surname, a name long since abandoned.

But she, she she she, she has claimed him.

Of course, König has heard of omegas like her - omegas who claim alphas in dangerous jobs, conniving things hoping to coast off of life on a fat, heavy pension, but she chose him, him, all sharp edges and trembling fingers, descendant of Cain and Adam and all men who have known sin and blood on their hands.

Never before has he been chosen - no, it's always been necessity that has drawn others to him, a magnetic force they can't quite resist, but her...

She chose him.

Devotion is a funny thing. He'd never understood the words of the preacher, sat knobby-kneed and fidgeting in the pews of his small hometown's church. Der Weg zum Himmel ist schmal, holprig und voller mühsamer und anstrengender Anstiege, und er kann nicht ohne große Mühe beschritten werden.. The path to Heaven is narrow, rough and full of wearisome and trying ascents, nor can it be trodden without great toil.

But he understands now.

All of this, all of this suffering, is in the purpose of Colette, the light of her holy attention.

He wastes more than a few nights deployed fucking his fist to the sound of her name, followed by that surname, Bauer, so regular compared to the gospel of her. Shoots thick ropes of his spend over the paper until the ink bleeds, and even then, he keeps it, tracing over her name with his eyes, breathing hard through his mask. He counts down the days until the deployment is over, counts the hours and the minutes and the seconds and —

Patience is a virtue he's never had. Too twitchy.

He spends the rest of the mission impatiently taking out anybody who crosses his path, accidentally dispatching an ally in his eagerness to return home to his engel. It doesn't matter; nothing matters save the drive to return from his pilgrimage. Blessed land - he's never thought of the house he lives in as holy land, but with Colette now there, it's papal, anointed ground, blessed.

When his boots land on the driveway to his home, enshrouded in trees, far from civilization, he can smell her. Stepping inside feels holy, sacrilegious - like entering a cathedral, Konig's boots leave prints on the hardwood. Every exhale fans the scent of her, heady, intoxicating, deeper than frankincense.

"Engel.."

His voice echoes through his home, and for the first time, he doesn't find the spacious halls to be empty. No, they're appropriate - a church for him to worship at the altar of his omega. His.

"I'm home."

The smell of omega in his home is gentle, the softest scent of floral notes and vanilla, sticky-sweet and unclaimed, and for the first time, his house feels not like a tomb, but a home. Shelves have been dusted, rugs vacuumed, and, fuck, there's the scent of butter and baked goods in the air.

Dann sagte Gott, der Herr: „Es ist nicht gut, dass der Mann allein ist; ich werde ihn zu einem für ihn passenden Helfer machen.“

And in his bedroom...

Her. Curled up in his sheets, looking small and soft and perfect, a book opened to her side like she'd fallen asleep reading. Her chest rises and falls, full lips parted just so slightly in her respite. She seems so unguarded, so relaxed. Like she belongs here, belongs in his home, spirited away from the rest of the world.

Fuck, she’s even dressed in white, his engel, the pale nightgown she wears doing little to hide the soft curves of her body. So soft looking, his mate, soft hair and soft skin and soft curves. Thick thighs and wide hips, full breasts that just peek out over the neckline of her nightgown.

Lovely. Perfect, no, holy - and his.

Her chest rises and falls, her breath divinity in itself. Descendant of Eve, of the first sin, and yet, as she lies there, tucked so deeply into his bed, he can't help but find her resplendent. The moonlight spills across the skin bared from the blanket tossed off of her, too hot in the midst of sleep, and Christus, she's something else.

His. His mate, his engel, his world. One who can provide forgiveness and absolution with not but a look. His breath catches in his chest, large hands curling up into tight fists then relaxing. Lovely. So incredibly lovely.

“Wer kann eine ausgezeichnete Frau finden? Sie ist viel wertvoller als Juwelen.” He whispers to himself, fingers splaying and fisting with the need to touch.

Konig's gaze darkens as he takes in the sight of his engel curled up so small and soft in his bed. She looks fragile there amongst his dark sheets, pale and lovely, a stark contrast to the harsh edges of his sparsely decorated bedroom. He can see the gentle rise and fall of her chest with each breath, soft lips parted just so, completely vulnerable. His mate. The one who chose him.

He's never seen anything so beautiful in all his years.

The scent of her permeates the room, sweet and sticky like overripe fruit. It makes his head spin and his cock ache, already half-hard just from her proximity. She smells like salvation itself, rich and pure, untainted by his blood-soaked hands.

Konig sheds his fatigues hastily, muscles tight and tense with anticipation. He's never undressed so quickly, boots and belt hitting the floor with dull thuds. The dog tags around his neck jingle softly as he crawls onto the bed behind her, movements predatory and graceful despite his imposing size.

Christus, just looking at her makes him dizzy with want. The curves of her body are barely concealed by the thin fabric of her nightgown, the swell of her breasts visible above the low neckline, just the slightest hint of pink areolae peeking through. He trails his rough, calloused fingers down the soft curve of her side reverently, watching in fascination as she shivers in her sleep. His engel. His mate.

His.

Konig presses closer, the heat of his bare chest searing against her back even through the thin barrier of her nightgown. She smells divine, like absolution and home, like holy smoke and purification and deific chastity. He breathes her in deeply, nose brushing the sensitive spot behind her ear and making her whimper softly. The sound goes straight to his cock.

Gently, so gently, he splays his large hand over her belly, rucking up the hem of her nightgown. She doesn't stir, lost in the throes of deep sleep, even as he slowly maps out the soft, supple terrain of her inner thigh. Christus, she's perfection incarnate. An altar built just for him.

Konig's cock leaks pre-cum impatiently against the swell of her ass. He's dizzy with want, overwhelmed by her proximity. His engel. His everything. He has never needed anything as much as he needs this. Needs her.

His hand trails higher beneath her nightgown, finding wet heat waiting for him between her soft thighs. His mate might be asleep, oblivious to his presence, but her body isn't, slick gathering at the apex of her thighs, soaking the gusset of her panties in acknowledgment of the presence of a superior alpha.

Carefully, Konig hooks his thumbs under the band of her panties, easing them down her thighs. The gossamer strands of slick bridge her cunt to the fabric and he grits his teeth at the sight, having to gently peel them away. Her scent is even thicker now, unrestrained, and it makes his head spin.

She's bare before him, asleep and unaware but still wanting of him, wet for a wretched thing like him. Soft thighs parted just enough that he can see the shine of her slick coating her pretty cunt. Christus, it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Evidence of her need for him, even asleep. Proof she belongs to him.

Konig shifts, settling between her legs and nudging them wider with his knees. He's dizzy with lust, pupils blown black with desire as he looks down at her prone form. She's his. His. Made for him. The Lord has blessed their union and he'll be damned if he waits a moment longer to consummate it.

The head of his cock nudges insistently at her damp folds, already glistening with a hint of her body's sweet readiness for him. Konig's pupils are blown wide, staring down at her with nothing but ravenous hunger as his cock bobs in front of her, engorged head near brushing her soaked folds.

He doesn't bother to stretch her, doesn't bother to warm her up. Why would he? She's his mate, his engel, his. She's made for him, she chose him, wicked and unworthy as he is, and the only thing that he can think as he tears through her maidenhead like tissue paper is that —

This is what Lucifer must have felt like, offering Eve the apple.

— And how wonderful, to know the downfall of something so cherubic will be on his hands, blood spilled across rough palms. Something holy in the work of ruinous claiming, he muses. Something purposeful.

"Wunderschön…," he murmurs, the praise rumbling up from the depths of his chest. "Perfekt…"

He can smell the tang of blood in the air. Virgin blood, her blood, consecrating this unholy act of claiming what's his. Her eyes, doelike and deep like the ocean, fly open and her pretty lips part on a shriek of pain, fat tears bubbling in her eyes that he promptly bends to lap up like eucharist.

Mine.

The thought pulses in his mind in time with his thrusts, a staccato of desperate, fervent worship, over and over as he fucks his claim into her body. Teeth bared, fresh air kissing his face for the first time in weeks, he hums as she begins to paw at his chest, trying to push him away. Perhaps he'll get her handprint tattooed on his skin, though with how each touch scalds him, he imagines there will be scars.

“Frauen, unterwirft euch euren eigenen Männern wie dem Herrn,” he murmurs, voice fevered and worshipful, drinking in her glassy eyes and her parted lips. “Denn der Mann ist das Haupt der Frau, so wie Christus das Haupt der Kirche, sein Leib, und selbst ihr Erlöser ist.”

Cry as she might, he can feel the way her walls flutter around his pistoning length, her eyes squeezing shut as if this is all a bad dream. A broken sob breaks from her, and he coos at it, coos at how sweet she sounds, his engel, his mate. Each little gasp is rapturous, has hellfire licking up his spine in greedy little waves.

But no. Not until his engel has cum, not until she's broken for him.

His fingers are talons, gripping bruises into the plush swell of her hips as he grinds himself deeper. Deeper and deeper still until his knot is beginning to swell, to stretch her even further open in preparation to lock them together. A calloused thumb finds the button of her clit - he'd researched for this, intent on spoiling his little mate - and begins to roll it back and forth, unpracticed but determined, and she keens, eyes flying wide and lips falling open. She all but bucks into his touch, clawing at him, claiming him with every raised line.

As if she wants him as much as he wants her.

The thought has König's eyes rolling back, jaw clenched in a rictus of rapturous bliss. He can feel it, the telltale throb and swell of his knot as it begins to catch with every harsh, punishing thrust—stretching Colette wider, pushing her to the limits of what her body can endure.

His lips curl upwards, and he bends over, an unstoppable force in the wake of her claiming, lips brushing against the pale column of her neck, taking, tasting, until she's shrieking her pleasure and sobbing.

It's not even when she's limp and trembling and overstimulated that he slows, stills, stops, doesn't dare pause the worship at her altar that has his hips stuttering and his knot swelling, throbbing insistently against the gummy walls of her cunt. Addictive, like this is the only thing that has ever mattered, like this is what he was made to do.

Christus, yes - this is right. This is what he was made for, this act of divine conquest and claiming. To take and ruin and breed, to sow his seed and brand his mate and let the world bear witness to the unholy, rapturous fruit of their joining.

Colette's breathless, pained sobs are like gospel to König—rapturous hymns consecrating the unholy fucking he's laid upon her. Her tear-streaked cheeks glisten in the low light, rosy lips parting on those broken, helpless little sounds as she squirms weakly beneath him in the midst of her undoing.

Overstimulated. How cute.

But Konig isn’t done. His thumb finds her clit and works at it again, rough circles, working her up up up again around his knot, leaving her gasping and mewling and choking out little pleas for him to stop, please. Each word is a prayer, has him humming softly and nosing at the curve of her neck.

His hips stutter, knot finally locking inside of her, and he groans as he begins to spill, scalding cum filling those holy walls until her stomach is just that slightest bit swollen with it. Bred - thoroughly bred.

She already smells like him. Like the slightest hint of violence and lemongrass. She was made for him, his engel, his purpose, and this is proof of that.

“Mein Wunder,” he rasps, dragging his lips against where her scent is strongest. “Gott im Himmel hat dich für mich geschaffen.”

He wonders if Adam felt the same way he feels now, entranced and enamored, but even Eve had been fallible.

His engel is not.

Perfect, she splays beneath him, all soft curves and lips glossy from her spit, and he can’t help the way he growls low in his chest at the sight of her. He’ll worship her, he’s sure of it. The sound of her name, co-lette, curls hot against his ribcage, and he aches to finalize it, to brand her as much as she’s branded him.

His engel, clever as she is, knows what he intends to do when his lips draw back, baring elongated fangs, hollow and dripping with promise.

She'll forgive him for the roughness. He knows she will, she's his mate after all, but for now, he splays a large hand against the small of her back to keep her from squirming off of him —

(his knot isn’t deflated yet, she’ll only hurt herself in her panic. such a silly, foolish little thing, doesn’t she know better?)

— and bites.

Blood, sweet and syrupy, floods into his mouth as his teeth close around her mating gland, coats his tongue and slides into his maw like something holy. Blood of Jesus, eucharist, no, holier than eucharist. No tepid wine can compare to the taste of her, all-encompassing and heavy like sin.

She screams, poor thing. Of course she does, the gland is sensitive and he's sure the venom will burn, but with how she’s close to shattering on his knot again, he's sure she can handle it. He murmurs soft prayers against her throat, lips smeared in her blood, and draws her closer despite the way she thrashes in his arms.

(weaker than him, she's so much weaker than him. something to protect. to hold. to keep locked away in the eden he's made of his home, far away from any snakes who might seek to cause her fall.

to have and to hold and to cherish, he thinks distantly.)

"Mein kleines lamm," he mutters, breath humid and sticky against the ragged tears of the wound. "Ich werde dich lieben bis zu dem Tag, an dem ich sterbe."

And even then - in death, would God be able to rip him from her side? At Saint Peter's gate, would he be able to separate them? Konig is no holy man, no righteous one, and he has no qualms damning this soft little angel to hell alongside him, if it means that her velvet cunt and her sweet moans stay close by.

No, best to damn her to his side.

He snakes one arm around her, even as she goes limp, rabbiting pulse slowing as exhaustion claims her. Drawing her close, he brushes his lips to her brow, to her cheeks, gliding her blood to spread tacky and cold across her face. Such a brave little engel, facing such pain. She’ll never experience anything like that again, he’ll make sure of it.

(except for him, of course.)

The thought has his knot throbbing once more, and he sucks in a sharp breath, clutching her prone form tighter. There will be time for that later, time to take her apart bit by bit so that he might curl up against the cradle of her intestines and stay there forever. Time to breed and take and ruin and—

Later.

For now, he contents himself to hold her, to smooth her hair back, out of her face. To murmur soft revelations against the mating bite he can’t seem to stop going back to, lapping up her blood like the finest wine.

He wonders if her cunt will taste as sweet.

Is it blasphemy, to ruin such a creature? His lips catch on her mating gland, teeth worrying at the edges until fresh blood blossoms across his palate, tinged with the acris taste of his venom. There’s something blasphemous about it, certainly, to taint her so, to make her his, but he supposes that there’s righteousness in it too.

Righteousness in *her*.

Claiming her is a sin worth any punishment. An indulgence he's ached for, dreamt of in the darkest nights on deployment. Only to wake, sweat-slick and aching, to the echo of her name on his lips.

And now she belongs to him. In sickness and in health, for better or worse. He can already see the way she’ll smile and blush as he lists his wedding vows - Ich nehme dich als meine Ehefrau. Ich verspreche dir die Treue in guten und in schlechten Tagen, in Gesundheit und Krankheit, dich zu lieben und zu achten, bis uns der Tod scheidet.

(until death do they part)

[invaive]

HOW THEY MET THEMSELVES

the double (2013) – dir. richard ayoade / the stalker song – autoheart / us (2019) – dir. jordan peele / the changeling's mission (day 7) – pathologic / the one i love (2014) – dir. charlie mcdowell / the disturbing consequences of seeing your double – anil ananthaswamy / doppelgänger (2019) – stan douglas / prometheus (i. 191) – percy bysshe shelley

(alt text under the cut)

Image One: A still from Richard Ayoade's "The Double." Simon and James, both played by Jessie Eisenberg, are in a yellow-lit bathroom looking in the mirror. Each one sees himself in the mirror, but both are focusing instead on each other. They're wearing identical ill-fitting beige suits as they stand in front of the sinks, dark shadows being cast all around them as they watch each other.

Image Two: A screenshot from the Genius page for "Stalker's Tango" by Autoheart. The lyrics read "I know, I know, I know I'm always in your place / But don't you see my dear? / I am your doppelganger, I have your face so / Love me, love me, love me, love me / Love me, love me, love me, love me"

Image Three: A still from Jordan Peele's "Us." Red and Adelaide are seated at a desk, surrounded by tiled walls with multicolored paint handprints smeared everywhere. Adelaide is dressed in all white and recoiling from Red, wearing her signature red jumpsuit, who is holding scissors to her chest. Red has a hand on the back of Adelaide's neck, holding her in place, and is watching her with wild, wide eyes.

Image Four: A screenshot of text from Pathologic copied into a text document. It reads, "With my own eyes, I saw my sister whom I had but slight intimations about. Now I don't know which one of us is which. I must be going insane.

Which one of the two stole the other's name; claimed her calling; seized her destiny?

Please define me."

Image Four: A still from Charlie McDowell's "The One I Love." Sophie, played by Elizabeth Moss, is standing outside in a driveway surrounded by lush greenery with her double. Her double looks exactly the same as her down to the clothes as they stand side-by-side. It's impossible to tell which Sophie is the real one and which is the double.

Image Five: A screenshot of text from an article by Anil Ananthaswamy. It reads, "He felt dizzy, stood up, turned around, and saw himself still lying in bed. He was aware that the person in bed was him, and was not willing to get up and would thus make himself late for work. Furious at the prone self, the man shouted at it, shook it, and even jumped on it, all to no avail. To complicate things further, his awareness of being in a body would shift from one body to the other. When he inhabited the supine body in bed, hed see his duplicate bending over and shaking him. Soon, fear and confusion took hold: Who was he? Was he the man standing up or the man lying in bed? Unable to stand seeing his double any longer, he jumped out of the window." The last sentence is highlighted with a mild yellow bar.

Image Six: A still from Stan Douglas's "Doppelgänger." On the left is Alice-1, played by Dionne Audain, with her hands on her head looking panicked. She's covered in a liquidy slime and lit by an orange light with a completely black background behind her. On the right is Alice-2, also played by Dionne Audain, in the same pose. This Alice is covered in slime as well, but she's lit by a purple light and looks significantly more afraid. Behind her is a green background full of analog technology and yellow flashing lights.

Image Seven: A screenshot of text from "Prometheus" by Percy Bysshe Shelley. It reads "Ere Babylon was dust,

The Magus Zoroaster, my dear child,

Met his own image walking in the garden.

That apparition, sole of men, he saw.

For know there are two worlds of life and death:

One that which thou beholdest;

but the other is underneath the grave, where do inhabit

The shadows of all forms that think and live

Till death unite them and they part no more. (Act I, 191-99)"

[End]

[piilukko]

The Otaniemi district in Espoo, Finland is the home of the main campus of the Aalto University (formerly independent Helsinki University of Technology) as well as several student dormitories.

While niemi means just a cape (as in "landmass extending into a body water", in this case the Baltic Sea), scholars are less certain what ota means, as usual the story is a mess and includes hundreds if not thousands of years and several languages. However, in typical Finnish custom, today the area contains several roads, streets and other features named with the "ota"-prefix, like Otakaari, the looping main street of the district.

Some jokers call the district "Onaniemi", implying that the stereotypically male and geeky students of, say, computer science might have trouble finding sexual partners and would instead end up masturbating more than the general populace. An unsourced but plausible claim is that for decades, of all the small kiosks in the nation-wide R-Kioski chain, the one in Otaniemi was the top-seller of porn mags, but also the first place to suddenly lose those sales when the internet became fast enough to transfer photos and the campus network was expanded to the dorm rooms.

Like probably everywhere in the world, also in Finland the students of technology gravitated towards science fiction and fantasy, American shows like Star Trek and Babylon 5 of course being popular. However, around mid 90s, when the rest of us still relied on what our three-ish TV channels decided to air and what a couple of companies decided to publish (and what a handful of magazines decided to write about), they had the means and skills to learn about and acquire all kind of works of entertainment unknown to the internet-deprived masses. So, while everyone knew the 90s Moomin series, some had seen a couple of Miyazaki films on the TV and random kids were exposed to the mess that it is Ginga: Nagareboshi Gin, quite unsurprisingly the tech students were among the pioneers of the Finnish anime and manga scene as a separate hobby.

Which is probably why even on the Google Maps, it says basically (Here be) otakus over this seemingly innocent-lookíng small driveway.

[sutrala]

DEARBORN, MI — According to neighbors, local wife and mother Helena Kenti has reportedly begged her husband Peter, who is currently going through a midlife crisis, to "please" get rid of the Greek trireme docked in their driveway and instead buy a convertible like a normal...

[kariannasjamaicanlitblog]

WEEK 7 BLOG

This week in “How to say babylon by Safiya Sinclair” I read pages 211 to 240 and I believe the most important sentence/ quote of this week’s reading that can be found on page 235 and is “I scanned the moments behind us for meaning. I was completely stunned by this implosion of his mood, He'd just been smiling in the Old Poet's driveway and now he looked possessed. We sped down the freeway, darting in and out of the lane of cars, my father occasionally lifting his hands from the steering wheel and holding them out, as if ready to take flight. I was terrified. The careening motion flung my body from side to side in the back, straining painfully against my seat belt.”

I believe this is the most important quote of the week because Safiya Sinclair’s life is being threatened once again by her father and his crazy ways are leaving hurt once again. Safiya had just found a poet flirting with her and was flustered so she let him continue to talk until they start to kiss and she’s left starstruck, considering this man is almost 8 years older then her. This mad man driving crazy is a result of him walking by the room they were in and witnessing the kiss.

I feel as if he completely over reacted and almost killed his entire family but i also feel as if getting upset is rendered normal. The book is slowly coming to an end i’ve seen Safiya beat and bruised by her father and i feel like the poet is the only time i can say she’s found some type of enjoyment outside of her family. She is a young adult now and i hope as i keep reading she takes the leap with the poet.

(304)

[winderlylandchime]

I come to you with 2x09(1/2), this is one of my favorite episodes and i am so happy that my brother didn’t disappoint (without his knowledge. Bc for the sake of the experiment i try to be as quiet as possible while watching) anyway: i came home from work and he was waiting in the driveway with the remote in his hands so he didn’t waste a single second: *the ep starts with Britin and the priest* ‘oh damn. Okay, i guess we are just jumping right in! Is he wearing a CROSS NECKLACE?! How poetic….is that what that means?’ *stares at the babylon scene and then looks at me like a kid on christmas* ‘can we go to a gay club? I feel like itd be fun? This looks fun! Look at them having fun! *mikey mentions britins date night* WAS THAT THEIR VERSION OF A DATE?! You know what? Makes sense’ ‘BRIAN IS TELLING MIKE TO GET BEN BACK? Oh i think this dude might stick around longer than david then, huh? Or are they gonna pull the hollywood gay triangle and kill him off?’ (Narrators note: i have no clue what the triangle is but he seems sure of it as if he learned it in school, i can ask about it if yall want) ‘Did that lil shit just say what I think he said?! Brian, i give you full permission to hit that ugly child even if they are your nephews..*looks at me all honestly* promise ill get rid of my future kids if they say stuff like that..damn i keep forgetting they have sisters’ he is currently not happy about Brians sister saying he got off scot free and is talking about the ep where Jack says he should die instead, i am not ready for him to fully meet Joan.

The scene with the church comes up. ‘Okay brian has no business looking this good at church…how hard do you think he’s resisting to not make a joke about him catching on fire? *looks at me* oh come on! You make that joke all the time!!..the priest is like a what to her now?! Wait, is that? Is that THE DUDE FROM THE CLUB?! OH MY GOD HE FUCKED THE PRIEST! BRIAN FUCKING KINNEY FUCKED THE PRIEST!!! Does this mean he fucked God? HE FUCKED GOD! Now aint that a way to tell religion to go fuck itself. Fucked by the “sinner” himself’ *he then pretended to tip a cowboy hat to Brian while laughing so hard that he has tears in his eyes* ‘of course Justin thinks this is hot. Attaboy. Wait theyre all having breakfast together? And mel is actually nice? And brian is nice? SO THEY CAN GET ALONG IM JUST NOT ALLOWED TO WITNESS IT!’ He is currently losing his shit over that lunch scene where Ted shows up with a boner and once again has tears in his eyes. *in the tune of sitting on the tree song* ‘Brian and Justin hanging in the loft, F-U-K-C-C-I…wait that’s not it, F-K-U-I…no that sounds wrong..F-U-N-K-G..*looks at me worryingly* oh god. The alphabet is all wrong. (I tried to help him bc this man was about to have a meltdown) no no stop, you don’t know how the alphabet goes (me:everyone knows how the alphabet goes) no, i rearranged it yesterday because it didn’t look right on that thing *points to a photo with letters all over the place that spell happy bday*’

Welcome back dear sweet anon and brother anon!

I want you to know that I first read your messages on a bit of break at work and had tears streaming down my face from laughing so hard that I was worried I wouldn't be able to be professional looking in my meetings.

I love how protective your brother is of you - already getting rid of future imaginary bigoted kids.

HAHA yes fucking a priest is Britin's definition of date night!

I am worried about what drugs your brother is on with this alphabet rant. Is he... okay?

[a-lwni]

margot robbie's entrance/opening scene in babylon reminded me so much of someone i dated when i lived by the big rock, i gasped watching it. it's her hair definitely, big curly, and her dress, tho J wouldn't wear that red. it's the way she crashes into a statue in the driveway and blames the statue, then yells at the security guard to let her in the party.

last year i went back to that town to pick up C and take him home to the desert but we spent one last night barhopping and i ran into her standing with a bunch of friends outside the tiki tavern. she saw me she dropped her purse and hugged me and kissed me then put her finger to my chest, you have to tell me when you come back to town ok, i don't even have time for you tn

i check on her every once in a while. she's a chef and food scientist, but subsists on nothing but bong hits and hot cheetos for weeks at a time. and the only black person for miles in that place

when i call we talk for hours. she tells me all the chisme, about the person she likes or the weirdos at the bars, the new manager from the hotel who doesn’t yell

[goldensstateofgrace]

- Love Along The Way-   Chapter I

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Series Summary:  Reader joins the band in writing songs for their third album (Youngblood) and love finds her along the way. 

Chapter Summary: Y/n is working in the studio when Calum walks in on her writing ‘Babylon’ and it goes from there. 

A/N:  SURPRISE BESTIES!!! IT’S HERE!! AHH i’m so happy with this chapter!! I hope you all love this series as much as i love writing it!! All I am asking is that you give me your patience between chapters because i am a slow writer and i’ve been going through a hard time mentally. 

Warnings: talk of cheating, mom reader, heartbreak, cancer ( not in detail), lmk if i missed anything! 

Word count: 6k

I hope you guys enjoy!! I worked very hard on this and I’m super proud of it!! 

Happy reading!! - G

You’d had these lyrics stuck in your head, replaying on a loop for a while now, but hadn’t had any time to actually get them down on paper. 

You weren’t going to lie, this last year has been a clusterfuck.  From Easton breaking up with you,  basically telling you he found someone else and that he wants nothing to do with you or Elijah, to not being able to write because you’ve been transitioning Elijah into preschool (he was not having it.) It was safe to say it had been a very rough year for you. 

When you did sit down and try to write, nothing would come to mind. All of your anger and heartbreak were there and ready to be used to make beautiful music others could relate to, but you just couldn’t come up with anything. Well, besides those lyrics, it was a longshot trying to come up with anything for that either. 

Maybe it was still too fresh, and maybe you were still heartbroken, but you just needed to do something besides sit in bed wallowing in your self pity. 

Of course, Elijah didn’t know what was happening. He just knew ‘daddy’ left and that he hasn’t been back. You didn’t have the guts or the courage to break his heart by telling him ‘daddy’ wasn’t coming back. He was three, he wouldn’t understand, but it also broke your heart all over again when he asked in his tiny curious voice ‘da-ddy?’ 

What were you supposed to say, “I'm sorry baby, but ‘daddy’ doesn’t love us anymore and he’s not coming back?” No, you weren’t going to do that to him. 

But as you sit there on the dark studio couch, the lyrics on the tip of your tongue, it's like you can’t get anything out. You have them right there in front of you, your black bass guitar sitting in your lap as you strum the bass line softly and hum along until you finally try and sing out the lyrics. 

“We said we’d both love harder than we knew we could go,” you sang softly into the empty room, thinking back to nights when you laid next to Easton, talking about how much you loved each other and how neither of you would ever stop because you loved each other more and more everyday. 

“But still knowing when to let go- no” you shake your head, not liking how that sounded.  “But still the hardest part is knowing when to let go” nodding, you scratch out your previous lyrics and replace them before you go back to picking at the cords, finding where you left off. 

You were so focused on the lyrics, mumbling to yourself and scratching out lyrics and replacing them you didn’t hear the studio door open. 

You were struggling on a particular verse, mumbling to yourself as you read off the lyrics written in what looks like chicken scratch in the notebook layed out in front of you. 

“You wanted to go higher, higher, higher, we-” but you stopped, stumped on what should come next. You sing what you already have out, trying to come up with anything but fall back into the couch cushions groaning when you don’t. 

“We burn too bright, now the fire’s gone, watch it all fall down” a voice sings out, startling you, and you let out a gasp. Looking up at the tall curly headed man standing at the door, your brows furrow. You were supposed to have this studio for two hours. He was dressed in a pair of basketball shorts, and a ‘The tonight show, Starring Jimmy Fallon’ gray shirt. A pair of Vans covered his feet and tattoos covered his arms. 

“Just thought I'd suggest something that came to mind,” the accented man voices, walking down the small step from the door and down where you are. You watch as he takes a seat on the small black loveseat against the wall across from yours. 

You close your eyes and sing the words in your head, strumming the bass as you do. “Thanks, that’s actually really helpful,” you tell him, writing it down. “How long were you standing there?” you ask him, looking over his dark curly hair and down to his brown eyes that look over you just as you are him. 

“Just a minute or two. Didn’t expect anyone to be in here, the band is supposed to have booked it for a few hours today.” 

You look down at your watch hearing his words and gasp at the time.You were almost twenty minutes late to pick up Elijah from preschool. 

“Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I lost track of time” you tell him, quickly placing the bass back on its stand in the corner next to the couch and packing your notebook and music sheets in your bag. 

“It’s ok, happens to the best of us,” his deep accented voice carries towards you as you see him shrug his shoulder out of the corner of your eye. “I’m Calum by the way,” he introduces himself, holding out his hands as you move to walk past him. 

“Nice to meet you, I’m Y/n and also very late to -” you hesitate, not wanting to tell a stranger you just met about your son. “ To a dinner” you finish, shaking his hand before walking around him and to the door. 

Your hand is on the handle and pulling it open, before you hesitate, awkwardly turning over your shoulder to say, “It was nice to meet you, thank you for the lyrics,” you smile at him. 

He nods, sending you a friendly smile. “Any time”. 

You watch his eyes roam over you before you wave and head out, a smirk playing on your lips. 

Quickly, you make it to your car, driving 10 over the speed limit and making it to the preschool near your house in record time. You run up the sidewalk, signing Elijah out at the front desk before making your way down the hall to his classroom. 

He’s playing blocks with two other kids who happen to be siblings, Avery and Jase, not even paying you any mind, too engrossed in building a tall tower just for it to fall down landing all over the play mat. 

“Elijah, mommy’s here,” his teacher, Miss. Rachel, calls him when she sees you in the doorway. You watch as his head quickly turns your way, a bright smile spreading across his chubby cheeks. 

“Mommy!” he squeals, standing to his feet and running to you. His small arms wrap around your thighs, his cheeks squished as he looks up at you with his bright smile. 

“Hi baby! Did you have fun today?” You smile, squatting down to his level and squeezing him to your chest as you place kisses all over his face. 

He nods against you, pulling back as he tells you all about how he painted you a picture but that you had to wait to see it because it had to dry overnight. 

“I can’t wait to see it, baby! We’ll have to hang it on the fridge” you tell him as you grab his bag off the hook, telling him to go help clean up the blocks and a few cars that were laying out when you see that the parents of Avery and Jase are also here. 

When he’s all done you pick him up, placing him on your hip as you walk out to the car, his head resting on your shoulder as his eyes fall heavy. You know he’ll fall asleep the minute you start driving. 

You load him into his car seat and buckle him in before heading down the street, taking a few left turns and passing tall, two story gated houses before you pull into your own gated driveway. You bought this house with Easton, but only you signed the mortgage, so it was easy for him to move out. No need to sign paperwork or go to court. You’re so thankful for that. 

You wanted a safe neighborhood for Elijah to grow up in, and this is it. You moved in when he was a newborn, you did have to sign an NDA because some celebrity lived in one of the houses across from you, but you'd never seen them so you didn’t know who it was.

As you expected, when you went to grab Elijah out of his car seat he was out like a light, his mouth open as he rested the side of his tanned forehead on the side of the padded car seat. 

Smiling softly at his sleeping form, you gently unbuckled him and rested him on your chest as you walked into your house and to the couch. You had a net that attached to one end of your couch that stopped about mid center of the cushions to stop him from rolling off. He doesn’t roll around in his sleep often, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. You place him behind it and lay his favorite blanket over him before you walk into the kitchen to start on dinner. 

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It’s been a week since you ran late in the studio and Calum walked in on you. For some odd reason, you couldn’t get him out of your head. You had barely even talked to the guy but yet he was stuck in your head. His lyrics were stuck, replaying in your mind. He had only stood there for a minute or two, but yet the lyrics he sang went so well with yours. 

You were back in the same studio today, placing the finishing touches on the lyrics before you recorded the demo for it and eventually sold it to an artist or band to make their own. 

You look up, your brows furrowing when you hear loud laughter out in the hall, but you brush it off and finish setting up your computer on the panel so you could record the demo when you were done with the lyrics. 

Standing, you make your way into the booth, setting up a stool and pulling the bass guitar and it’s stand into the booth as well. You didn’t hear the door open, or the four laughing men walk into the room until you go to step back into the studio where the panel is. 

Your brows furrow when your eyes meet Calum’s brown ones, his face showing shock before it turns into a bright smile as his cheeks scrunch up. It reminds you of Elijah’s. You know you weren’t late to pick him up or running over your studio time because you booked the studio until lunch; it was only 10:30am. 

“We really gotta stop meeting like this,” Calum jokes with you, his bright smile making something flutter in you. 

“But this time it’s not my fault,” you tell him, smiling and looking at the three other very tall men standing behind him. 

The tall blonde with blue eyes and curly hair that ends at his ears smiles at you, showing off his dimples, “I’m Luke, it’s nice to meet you.” he introduces. 

You smile politely. “It’s nice to meet you too, I'm Y/n.” 

“Oh we know,” the red head chuckles. His hair is clearly dyed, but it suits him. His smile is bright and contagious. “Cal over here couldn’t stop talking about you and how amazing of a songwriter you are. I’m Ashton,” he tells you, holding out his hand for you to shake. 

You quirked an eyebrow up in Calum’s direction. “Is that so,” you tease, watching as his cheeks tint a shade of pink while you shake Ashton’s hand. 

“Oh yeah,” the shorter blonde one speaks up. “He even looked you up, wanted to know if you were selling that song you were working on. I’m Michael, but you can call me Mikey.” 

“Well you’re in luck, I was just about to record the demo for it. But if you’re interested you can have a look at the finished lyrics,” you tell them, pulling out the pages of printed lyrics from your bag.

They all nod, sitting down on the couches. You hand Calum the papers, smiling down at him before you take a seat at the panel, watching as they all huddle around Calum to read the lyrics. 

A chorus of ‘holy shit’s’ and ‘fuck that’s good’ sound as they finally put the paper down and stare at you. 

“So, you like it?” you ask. 

“Do we like it?” Ashton asks incredulously, looking at the boys and shaking his head in a way that says he can’t believe you asked that. 

“Yeah, y/n. We like it.” Calum tells you. “We're working on our third album right now and I think it would be great to add it to the album,” he says, looking at the other guys as they nod along in agreement. 

“That’s great, we can sign all of the paperwork soon.” you say, excited you don’t have to record the demo now. It’s always the hardest part. “I wrote a bit of a bass line, but nothing else so do whatever with it.” 

“We actually have something to ask you,” Ashton says, nudging Cal in the arm. Cal glares at him with a look like ‘knock it off’. 

“We were talking after I played some of the other songs you’ve written.You’re an amazing songwriter and we wanted to know if you wanted to help us write our album?” he asks, a bit shyly you notice. 

You’ve never written with someone or a band, not because you didn’t want to, you’ve just never had the opportunity. The only reason you would even consider turning this down was Elijah; you couldn’t take this opportunity if it was going to keep you from him. 

You weren’t really keen on telling people you barely knew about your son, but if you wanted to work with them and still have enough time for Elijah they needed to know. 

“Look,” you sigh, watching their shoulders deflate a bit and their hopeful expressions drop a tad. “I would love to, but you need to know I have a 3 year old  son, and I can’t have this taking me away from him. I promised myself when I got pregnant that I would always choose him over anything. Even if it is my dream. So,” you prompt, “if we can work around me having time with him then I’m in.”  

They all assure you that they’d help you make time for him. Ashton really hit home with you when he tells you, “I totally understand you wanting to make time for him, I grew up with only my mom and my two little siblings. We’ll make sure you get time with him.” he smiles softly at you, a knowing but sad look in his eyes. 

You smiled at him softly, thanking him and the guys, “I grew up with only my mom too. It was hard, but she was the best mother and role model. She was the strongest woman I know.” 

“Was?” Calum asked softly. Looking at you with gentle but curious eyes. 

You nod, smiling sadly. “She passed away a year and a half after Elijah was born. Breast cancer. It was really hard.” The memories come rushing back, and tears well up in your eyes, but you push them down, not wanting to cry. 

You all talked for a while, working out when you were available and what times it would be good to meet at the studio. It was when you were all packing up that Ashton proposed a chill night. “We should all hang out and have a night where we get to know each other better, drink and just talk.” 

There was a chorus of agreements, but when you hadn’t said anything they all stared at you waiting for your answer. 

“That actually sounds like fun, I'll be there. Just let me know a time and place,” you tell them smiling. You haven’t had a night to yourself since before Easton left, so you were long overdue. 

Calum offered to host it at his house, before you all exchanged numbers and left for the day. You planned on picking up Elijah early and taking him out for ice cream. It was his favorite treat and it was pretty hot today, so you decided it was a good day to indulge. 

You were just pulling up outside of the preschool when your phone vibrated in the cup holder next to you. Pulling it out, you see the message notification reading ‘Calum Hood’ swiping it and unlocking your phone the text pulls up.  

That should work for you, Elijah has been going to sleep around that time and you should be able to get Jessie to come over and watch him for a few hours while you’re over there. His address sticks out to you, not because you thought you’ve heard of it before but because it was basically your address just a few numbers off. 

Maybe he’s why you had to sign the NDA. He most likely has had fans coming to his home and waiting around to even get a glimpse of him in the past and didn’t want this address to get out to the public. 

Quickly sending him back a text, you put your phone back in the cupholder and go in to grab Elijah. 

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The next day you were up and finishing off the last ‘Mickey Mouse’ pancake for a late breakfast. You were surprised Elijah stayed asleep past 8am, it was currently almost 11am and you were just about to go check on him and tell him breakfast was ready when he came padding around the corner rubbing his eyes with his tiny fists. 

“Well good morning little man,” you smile down at him, placing blueberries on his ‘Mickey Mouse’ pancake for eyes, chocolate chips for the mouth and a blackberry as the nose all adhered with whipped cream. Elijah was allergic to strawberries, or otherwise you would have added those in somehow. 

You woke to a message from Calum, replying to your message from last night. It was only sent about forty minutes before you woke up, but you didn’t see it until you were in the middle of making breakfast. 

You typed out a reply with one hand while flipping a normal round pancake for you and sending it. 

 You couldn’t figure out why you were smiling. He was a very attractive man, nothing like the guys you’ve dated in the past. Maybe that’s why you’re attracted to him. He’s not like the other guys who have treated you badly in the past; he’s nice and caring and didn’t run the second you mentioned you had a son. 

When you and the guys had been talking yesterday in the studio he asked to see a photo of Elijah. He told you how adorable he was, and how he looked just like you. Calum seems to be such a genuine and down to earth guy and if you weren’t careful you would fall for him. And hard. 

Carefully, you cut Elijah’s pancake up in little bites for him to eat, and pour a small amount of syrup over his and yours. 

You watch as he uses his green plastic fork. He has his mouth wide open the whole time as he carefully brings it up to his mouth. 

You cheer and kiss his cheek happily when he looks up at you excited when he got it in his mouth without dropping it. 

“Look at you! You don’t even need mommy anymore, you're such a big boy!” you smile down at him, taking a bite of your own pancake. He laughs his small contagious laugh, picking up another piece of pancake. 

“Baby, I need to talk to you about something” you say to him, making him look up at you with his wide brown eyes, his fork just at the entrance of his mouth. 

“T-trouble?” he asks you over his chewing, still looking up at you. 

“No, baby,” you chuckle, wiping the corner of his mouth where there was a bit of syrup threatening to drip down on his pj’s. “You’re not in trouble.” 

“But I have a big job.’ you tell him, “ A band asked me to help them write music for their album, so it might not always be me picking you up from daycare, it might be Miss. Jessie sometimes, is that ok?” 

He nods excitedly. “Yeah! Mi-miss Jessie is nice to m-me!” he stutters a bit as he gets excited. 

“Okay, also, i have a friend and he invited us over to swim! Do you want to go swimming?” you ask him as you sip the last of your coffee before eating the last bit of your pancakes. 

“Yeah!” he shouts. He’s been taking swimming lessons since he was two, he knows what to do if he falls into the pool. He loves the water too, he's a little fish when it comes to the water. 

You both finish eating and while you rinse off the dishes and place them in the dishwasher Elijah runs into his room screaming excitedly about going swimming. You laugh, shaking your head at his antics before following after him when you’re done loading the dishwasher. 

You change his diaper into one of those swimming ones with cars on it, before pulling a pair of yellow swim shorts over the diaper.  When you have him changed, you pack his diaper bag with a change of clothes, an extra swim and regular diaper along with sunscreen and his yellow bucket hat. 

You double check you have everything before you put his sandals on and bring him into your room so you can change into your blue bikini. It had high rise bottoms and the cups actually covered all of your breasts. You throw on a white cover up before sliding your own sandals on and heading out. 

Since his house is literally one house down from yours and across the street, you decide to just walk over. 

The sun was beating down on you as you walked out of the front door and locked it behind you. You text Calum that you’re on your way over before putting your phone in the diaper bag and heading down your driveway. 

It only takes you a minute to walk down the sidewalk and cross the street to his house. Checking your phone to see if he messaged you back when you’re outside the black gate, he did, telling you the gate was open and just to come in. 

You push open the gate, closing it behind you once you’re on the other side. There’s a black range rover parked in front of the open garage where you heard what sounded like an air pump. 

Walking towards the garage and around the black SUV, you see Calum’s familiar dark curls  as he kneels on the concrete blowing up a small turtle pool floaty. 

“Hey,” you greet Calum as you place Elijah down on his feet and squat behind him, pulling up his yellow shorts from where they fell down on the walk over. 

Looking up, you’re greeted with that bright white smile you’ve seen a few times at the studio but never fails to warm your heart. 

“Hey, I'm glad you guys could come!” Calum greets you, plugging the hole on the floaty before he turns off the air pump. He stands up just to walk a few steps in front of you and kneel down to Elijah’s level. “It’s nice to meet you Elijah, I’m Calum,”  he introduces himself sweetly as he smiles down at your son. 

Elijah giggles, turning into you as hiding his face on your leg. “Don’t be shy, baby,” you chuckle, running your hand over the back of his dark hair. You smile up at Calum, his face showing nothing but happiness and  eyes  lit up with pure adoration. 

“Can you say hi? Say, ‘Hi Calum’” you whispered in Elijah's ear, chuckling when  he shook his head and held on tighter to you. 

 “The tickle monster is gonna get you,” you sing out, your hands unwinding from him and to his sides where you tickle him. Elijah lets out his high pitched laughter, giggling at  you to stop as he tries to squirm out of your hold. 

“Hi!” he squeals loudly and you stop tickling him. Elijah turns around to face Calum, smiling up at him as he says, “Hi, Ca- calum.” 

“Hi, buddy. Are you ready to go swimming?” 

Elijah shouts out a ‘Yes!’ throwing his hands in the air and singing the song he was singing this morning about going swimming. 

“Sw-imming swimm-ing i going swimming” he shouts, causing you and Cal to break out in laughter. 

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Calum was amazing. 

He was so sweet and caring with Elijah. Playing the same game over and over for almost an hour just to hear Elijah’s loud laughter. 

Catching your three year old over and over when he learned it was okay to jump into the pool and dunking him when he caught him just to throw him a few feet away in the water. 

Elijah’s loud laugher reverberated around the backyard and the trees that were planted against the walls encasing the closed off area. You felt pure joy at hearing his laughter. You knew he was feeling down with everything that’s happened with Easton, and hearing his laughter reminded you just what you have to live for, what’s waiting for you on good days and bad. 

Elijah is your whole world, your little sunshine, and you couldn’t imagine life without him. 

Looking over at the pool where Elijah and Calum were splashing each other, big contagious smiles spread across their faces and laughter flowing from their chests, you can’t help but smile. Watching them warms your heart. 

You were sitting on a couch in the shade next to the pool, Duke in your lap sleeping peacefully until Ashton’s loud voice invaded the bubble you all had been wrapped up in for the last four hours. 

“Hey, why wasn’t I invited?” he fake pouts as he stands in the doorway of the sliding glass doors. His hands rest on his hips as his eyes flicker around to all of you. 

“Thought you were with Kaykay,” Calum calls over to him, shrugging as he holds Elijah to his chest. That makes your heart flutter, seeing how tightly he holds him and how Elijah wraps his arms around Calums neck, a huge smile playing on his face. 

“Again,” Elijah giggled out. 

“Again? Ok,” Calum chuckled, throwing Elijah up in the air, his contagious laughter ringing out before he fell into the water below. You watch as Elijah swims to the surface,wiping his face of water and calling out ‘Again!’

Time flew by, because the last time you checked your phone was when you all sat down to have a bit of lunch around two, and it was now almost four thirty. 

Ashton made his way over to the long outdoor couch you were sitting on and took a seat in the spot next to you. 

“Is that Elijah?” he asks you softly, his eyes trained on Calum and Elijah who were spinning in the water before Calum launched your son in the air again as he let out a squeal of happiness. 

“Yeah,” you chuckled. “That’s E. He’s a handful.” 

Ashton smiles, letting out a deep chuckle, “I bet. He’s adorable, he looks just like you,” he tells you. 

“Thank you. When he was a baby he looked so much like my mom it was crazy.” you smile softly to yourself, remembering when you found old pictures of your mom and put one side by side with one of Elijah’s. They were practically identical. 

You were brought out of your thoughts when a small wet body climbed up in your lap and laid his head on your shoulder tiredly. “Are you tired, E?” you ask him softly, moving his wet hair - he needs a haircut - off his forehead before placing a light kiss upon it. 

He nods tiredly against you, his small hand lazily stroking the top of Duke’s head. The dog  had moved to  cuddle into the side of your thigh when Ashton sat down. 

Calum appeared in front of you, a towel wrapped around his hips as he smiled down at you softly, holding out a towel for you. “Thank you,” you tell him, taking the towel and wrapping it around Elijah to try and keep him warm and dry him off. 

“Should we just call Luke and Mikey and tell them to come over now? Since we're already here?” Ashton asks as Calum sits on the ‘L’ part of the couch next to your legs. “Did you drive here?” he asks you, his brows furrowed. “I didn’t see your car out there when I pulled in.” 

“Oh, no,” you shake your head. “I live across the street.” 

Ashtons eyebrows raise in surprise before he lets out a chuckle, “wow, small world.” 

You nod, “if you guys want to call Luke and Mikey that’s okay with me, but the babysitter I have  for E can’t come until 7, she has a family thing.” you tell them, looking down at the small boy in your arms who has fallen asleep against your shoulder. 

“That’s fine. If you want you can go lay him down in my bed? So he can take a nap until your babysitter gets to your house,” Calum tells you softly. 

“Yeah,” you nod. “That would be good.” you tell him, smiling up at him gently. 

You all head inside, Elijah on your hip sleeping soundly against your shoulder as Calum leads you down the hall just off the kitchen and to the last door on the right. It was nothing like you’d picture his room to be. 

The  walls are white, and there’s a tv hanging on the gray accent wall in front of the bed. The bed is made with the white fluffy comforter folded where it meets the firm, white pillows at the top of the bed. The floor is clear, save a few cords to the tall lamp in the corner of the room and a charger. 

“Bathroom’s through there,” he tells you pointing to the open door next to the tv. 

“Thank you, Cal,” you tell him sincerely. Thankful for him offering to let E nap in his room. 

“Yeah, of course y/n. Make yourself at home,” he smiles before leaving you and walking back to the living room. 

You unwrap the towel from around Elijah, laying it out on the bed before placing your sleeping boy down gently. You change him into his regular diaper, causing him to whine and thrash around before you change him into a pair of navy blue cotton shorts and  a plain white shirt . He quiets down, falling back to sleep as you move him up to the pillows, forming a sort of wall around him with a pillow on both sides of his body before you gently place a kiss to his forehead. 

Picking up the diaper bag you walk into the bathroom, which is just as clean as the bedroom, to change yourself. 

You untie your bikini top and reach into the bag, only to find a swim diaper and the sunblock. You swore quietly, thinking back to when you packed the bag and realizing you didn’t pack a pair of extra clothes for yourself. 

Quickly you put your top and your white cover up back on, swearing at yourself in your head for forgetting clothes before walking out of the bathroom quietly so you didn’t wake Elijah up. 

You padded down the hallway and into the kitchen where Cal was sitting at the counter as Ashton rummaged through the fridge talking about a song he started writing. 

Calum looks up when you appear in the kitchen doorway, his eyes flickering over your body as his brows furrow, “You didn’t change?” he points out more than asks. 

You nod, biting your lip as your cheeks blush. “Uh, yeah. I forgot to pack any clothes for myself,” you tell him, smiling shyly, “But i’m ok in this,” you assure him. 

“Are you sure?” he asks, concerned. “I can watch Elijah while you go home to change-” he pauses, “or actually I think Mali might have left some clothes behind when she was here last.” he tells you, hopping off his stool and walking down the hall again. 

Mali? Is that his girlfriend? 

Your stomach fills with dread. Just when you thought you finally met someone that didn’t run at the mention of your son, he probably has a girlfriend. Just look at him, of course he has a girlfriend. 

“She’s always buying way too many new clothes while she’s here, she can’t fit them all back into her suitcase when she needs to leave,” he tells you chuckling as he holds out a pair of grey sweat pants and a green hoodie. 

You hesitate a second, not really wanting to wear his girlfriend's clothes. But the chill in his house is causing goosebumps to appear on your arms. “Thank you,” you say, taking them from his hands and walking back down the hall to change rooms and check on Elijah. 

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“No,” Luke sighs, shaking his head.

“Yeah,” you nod, your mood a stark difference from what it was an hour ago. “He came home one day and said ‘I found someone else, I don’t love you and I'm leaving’ he didn’t even mention Elijah. Just packed up all of his shit while I sat on the couch crying trying to wrap my head around what was happening.” 

“From the moment I found out I was pregnant it felt like he was on a different planet. We didn’t match anymore, we didn’t have that spark. If I'm being honest with myself that spark died out a long time ago, I just didn’t want to admit it. He was obviously not excited about the pregnancy- and I wasn't either at first, but when I heard E’s heartbeat for the first time-” you pause, “I can’t even describe it. It was like all my motherly instincts clicked in and I loved him more than I could ever have imagined,” you sigh, smiling at the memory of  the day you heard Elijah’s heartbeat. 

“I kept telling myself that Easton would come around once Elijah got here. It never really happened though. We were both in our twenties, he wanted to party, and drink and just have fun, and he did, and I stayed home with a screaming newborn while he was out living it up.” shrugging you looked up at all of them, smiling softly. 

When you came out from changing into the clothes Calum lent you, all the guys were in the kitchen talking. Luke brought Chinese and you all just sat around talking for hours. You learned a lot of eye opening things. Elijah went home about an hour after they all got there, Jessie coming over to grab him before going back over to your house.  

They formed their band when they were still in highschool, which was crazy to you. How they were still friends amazed you; you had lost contact with all your highschool friends when you moved to LA. 

Ashton was the oldest out of all of them. Mikey told the story of how he messaged Ashton on facebook messaged Ashton asking if he wanted to join the band. You laughed so hard at how the story was told, it was like one of those boards with all the strings connecting different things that all come to one big conclusion. They were all over the place. 

Then it was Mikey and Calum in the middle and Luke was the baby. They were all amazing, genuine guys and you couldn’t have been happier to call them your friends. 

You somehow had gotten on the topic of siblings at one point. Mikey doesn’t have any, but he was chessy when he said, “yeah but I have these guys as my brothers,” all the guys ahh’d and called him out on being cheesy but you could tell they were family. 

Ashton talked more about his sister and brother, telling you about how his dad walked out on him and then his mom met his stepdad and they had Lauren and Harry before he eventually walked out too. Your heart hurt for him, because you knew just how that felt. 

Luke has two brothers, Jack and Ben. You smiled and laughed as he told stories of his childhood and how he and all the guys got up too. 

You told them all about your brother, Jaxon. How he was back home in Nashville playing baseball and how he dreamed of going pro.  

Calum talked about his sister, how she visits every once and a while when she’s not in the studio or writing her own music. 

“Yeah, Mali lives in London so I don’t get to see her much. We talk at least twice a week just to catch up. She’s supposed to visit in a few months so you’ll get to meet her soon,” he smiles over at you. 

Mali is his sister? Well, that makes a whole lot of sense. 

“That’s great, I can’t wait to meet her!” you tell him, smiling over at him happily. 

You all talked for another hour or so, laughing and telling stories before you decided it was time to go. You said bye to everyone, hugging them and telling them you’d see them on friday when you and Alec met them at the studio after lunch. 

Calum politely walked you home just to be safe. 

“I had a great day, thank you for inviting us over. I know Elijah had a blast,” you tell him, smiling softly up at him. “You were so great with him, he’s normally pretty shy around new people.” 

“I did too, we’ll have to do it again.” he tells you. “He’s a great kid, he’s so adorable,” he tells you, smiling. 

“Definitely,” you nod up at him.

There was that awkward silence where you both just looked at each other, your eyes flicking between his as his eyes flicked over your face and fell to your plump lips. Your breath hitched as his eyes linger there before returning to your eyes. 

“Goodnight, Y/n,” he whispers, pulling you into a tight hug.

You relax in his arms, hugging him back as your face hides in his neck. “Goodnight, Cal” you whisper back lingering in the hug before he kisses the top of your head and lets go. 

“I’ll see you Friday,” he calls, descending the three steps of your  porch. 

“See you friday!” you call back before walking into your house. Your back pressing to the back of your front door as you let out a sigh, closing your eyes. 

“Oh my god! That was Calum Hood!,” you hear excitedly from your couch making your eyes pop wide open.

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the date | c.h.

Calum takes you on a perfectly winter themed date with figure skating, hot cocoa, and kisses.

1k words

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Ice glimmers all around you. Your mittened hand holds Calum’s and you glide in time with each other. The rink plays music and has glittering decorations strung up everywhere. Though you’ve never been ice skating before you take to it a little more naturally than Calum does. His grip stays on you and the edge of the rink without fail. He slips and slides and laughs when you laugh first. It’s your first time out of the house without Mila, the amount of convincing it took to leave without her was insurmountable. At least one of you has always been there with her. Ever since her birth and stay in the NICU you’ve had a hard time detaching yourself from her; lingering anxiety about not being with her having a stronghold. But Calum convinced you it would be okay, she would be okay with her uncles for just a couple of hours; that it will be good for you. You miss her but find yourself able to have some fun with Calum at your side and Christmas in the air.

“I need a break,” Calum huffs out during the third lap around the rink as you come to a break in the walls and the bleachers at the edge. “Sit with me?”

You willingly follow and find a seat huddled up together. The scarf around your neck hangs loose and Calum uses the ends to lightly tug you to him for a kiss and rub of cold tipped noses. You beam at the casual intimacy and feel a blush start to warm your cheeks.

“Are you having fun?” he asks with such pure curiosity and hope in his eyes that even if you weren’t you’re sure there’d be no way to tell him that.

You nod with a little smile and let out a breath that collides with the cold air. The indoor rink is dressed up to be festive and it reminds you of the movies you watched with Calum. It puts a yearning for a white Christmas into you. You want Mila’s first Christmas to be like a movie; snowy and serene, dazzling with lights and glitter wrapped presents. You don’t voice these thoughts aloud, still one hundred percent happy to just have each other on the day. But the idealized version of Christmas enters your thoughts from time to time.

“I miss my little bug though,” you admit when silence befalls you. “I think this is the longest I’ve been away from her since she was born.”

You shiver at the memory of having her taken from you before you could hold her for even a moment. Tears spring to your eyes as moments without her and being denied going to her come back to you. Those are moments you try not to think about but sometimes they come back to steal your breath and break your heart. Calum reaches for your hand and runs a soothing thumb over it through mittens and gloves. You appreciate the sentiment.

“Do you want to just go home?” Calum asks with a crack in his voice, missing Mila hitting him too.

You sigh. You want to say yes but Calum’s efforts are too far appreciated to leave early. “Not yet. I still have to beat you around the rink a few more times,” you giggle and near him to chase a kiss before he chases you. “And then we need hot chocolate,” you decide; no skating date complete without the warm beverage.

Calum warms at your sentiment and the fact you’re trying to push through the ache of missing Mila to have time with him. It’s been hard for both of you to give even slightly on that front. You’ve missed him more than you’ve realized. Even though you’re with him nearly every moment you miss moments like these, moments where the world is just you and him and the rest can fade into a gray obscurity, no cares in the world other than being together. You find it in yourself to trust Ashton, Luke and Michael to keep the rest of your world safe.

Calum gives you a small spattering of kisses before clambering back to his feet and holding a hand out for you. You make your way back to the ice and instead of playfully skating ahead of him in a race you stay by his side and take your time to loop around the rink a few more times. You line up for hot chocolate and drink only half of it before heading for the car, deciding to drink the rest on the way home to Mila.

You hold Calum’s hand in the car and as home approaches you gaze at him backlit by the afternoon sun. It’s nice to see him the same ways you used to. “We’ll have to get away like this more often,” you say though you know it will be hard.

Calum smiles. “Good thing we have enough baby sitters for that,” he jokes as he pulls into the driveway to see three cars parked along the street.

You go into the house and are met with the sight of Ashton in the kitchen warming a bottle. Michael’s tucked further back in the living room picking up but Luke and Mila are nowhere to be found. Ashton turns to look at you and offers a smile and wave.

“Luke’s rocking Mila right now,” Ashton explains when you both come up short on words and clearly search the surroundings for them. “She’s all tuckered out. Just needs a bottle before napping,” he continues and hands the baby monitor to you as you’re met with the sounds of Luke whispering little nothings to Mila.

You both head for the nursery to see the exchange between them. He has her cradled to his chest, the rocker swaying slightly and his words soft and soothing. You don’t want to break the moment but more than anything you want to switch places with him. It only takes one look for him to understand and offer her over to you. Once she’s back in your arms and Calum’s at your side your world is complete.

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1+3 with werewolf Luke maybe? Please 🙏🏽🥺 love your work!!!!

I tweaked this just a tad so 3 will fit in with my previous werewolf!luke blurb. I hope you like it!😊 (also a bit of smut lies ahead, beware) ((hehe halloween themed warnings))

1. “Your scent drives me crazy.”

3. “I want you to turn me.”

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Since that night at Luke’s party when he revealed the killing of Saber and you shared a fairly good roll between his silk sheets that eventually transitioned to the floor, you were inseparable. Your packs eventually met on yet another party night where you and Luke slinked away upstairs to his room after the formal introductions. 

Each night started with the popping of his (and now yours) favorite pink rose wine which always lead to wandering hands and stolen breaths. 

It’s been about three months since you and Luke first started, each day and night proving better than the last. The New Moon is approaching and you’re hormones are already starting to stray off kilter. 

Being an Alpha of your own pack and also a female makes your New Moons extra intense and now this is the first time you’ll be with someone who can help you through this intense time.

You’ve been in phone meetings all day but your mind has been elsewhere, particularly on a certain curly haired, blue eyed Alpha. Your thoughts left you warm, and on any normal day you would be embarrassed to admit this, but there was a very noticeable wet spot on the front of your panties. 

You were aching for Luke, practically throbbing for him. As soon as you pulled into his driveway you could smell him and you felt yourself leak at the anticipation of being near him soon. 

You barrel through the house and find him in the living room, he’s rearranging magazines on the coffee table when you pounce on him. Your arms and legs wrap around him from behind, you nuzzle your nose against his neck. 

“Hey, you,” he chuckles trying to situate yourself in front of him but your grip is tight. “Are you all right?”

All you can do is shake your head and whine. He picks up on your lack of verbal communication then springs into action. He runs upstairs as fast as he can and you untangle yourself from him ready to take your clothes off but he’s faster. Luke rips your clothes off and shoves you against the bed, pressing himself against you.

You moan at the contact, feeling your desire for him rise to the brim as his lips leave burning marks on your neck. 

“Luke, please,” you sigh in near aggravation at his slow speed. 

“Shh, don’t worry,” he mumbles trailing his fingers down, down, down. “I’ll take care of you, lovie. What’s this, hmm?”

His thumb rubs over the wet spot on your panties, you preen at the touch, body arching into his. At his touch, the scent of you wafts into the air. Luke reacts by biting into the swell of your breast. 

“Your scent drives me crazy,” he groans then rips away the thin layer of cotton. You’re completely bare for him now, open and pliant for him to ravage you. 

Needing him closer, you push on his luscious locks until his head is in between your thighs. Feeling feverish by now he wastes no time licking greedily at your center. He swirls and slips his tongue exactly where you need without even telling him direction. 

You were cumming in seconds, your body trembling but needing more of a release. As if reading your mind, Luke removes his clothes and you’re practically crying for him at the loss of his touch.

“Hey, what’d I say?” he asks hiking one leg to your chest. His curls tickle your forehead and then he’s slipping inside you with ease. Your eyes roll back at being filled, something you’ve been waiting for since this afternoon. “I’ll take care of you.”

He pounds into you at a fast pace, hips snapping and bed rocking from the motions while you’re seeing stars in your eyes. You tangle your fingers in his hair pulling him close, enjoying the repeated pleasure he’s giving you. 

You sigh his name. Fingers scratch at his back which causes him to growl in your ear and entices you in an entirely different way. 

When you’re spent (for now) you lie on top of his chest, legs tangled together while his fingers tickle your back. The steady beat of his heart calmed you down but your body was still buzzing for more of him. The night of the New Moon would be interesting. 

You think of your time with Luke, your many nights shared and days spent together have been nothing short of blissful and perfect. This is the longest he’s been with one female and he’s the first you’ve been with in a very long time. 

“I want you to turn me,” you speak up. His heart jolts and you hope it’s in a good way. 

“You’re already a werewolf,” he kisses the top of your head which you turn to face him. His eyes are full of confusion. 

“No...I want you to turn me...into your mate,” you whisper the last word. As if speaking your inner thoughts will break this spell you’ve created with him. He could very easily say no, and curse the New Moon for making you this vulnerable in front of him. 

“You’re serious?”

“Yes. If you don’t want to then I will run for the hills right now because I’ve never been this--”

Luke crushes his lips to yours, rolling you onto your back and you open your legs. His kiss steals your breath away until he pulls away to latch his teeth to your throat. 

“I’ve never wanted anything more,” he mumbles. His lips are soft as butterfly wings as he moves across your collarbone and to your shoulder. “Where should I do it?” 

“Anywhere, just as long as I’m yours.” You relax into the pillows, melting from his kisses.

“You’ve already been mine.” His teeth sink into your skin and you feel a newfound pleasure that radiates through your whole body. You feel it in your hair and to the tips of your fingernails. A Mate’s bite seals the deal, tying you and your counterpart together forever. 

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snowed in | c.h

notes: took a bit of a break from writing bc of life but i’m back on my bullshit and here is some soft cal content for ya’ll warnings: none word count: 1.3k!

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The snow had been expected, something the weather warnings had been blaring over the past week. There was a snowstorm and a bad one, everyone seemed to say. But both yourself and Calum had decided to shrug it off as you headed out to the grocery store, the small flurries of snow exciting the two of you.

“I know that it’s just snow, but man I feel like a kid all over again.” You didn’t attempt to hide your excited tones as Calum pulled into the parking lot, a grin on his lips as the two of you got out.

The snow was settling on the ground fast, small piles already building up on the floor and on the cars. 

You didn’t see Calum scoop up some snow.

The cold sensation going down your back sent a scream ripping from your throat as you tried to move away from it, Calum’s laughter ringing through the parking lot as you danced on the spot, desperately trying to get the snow out from under your shirt before it melted against you.

It was only when you stopped moving that you glared at Calum, who was still laughing at your reaction.

“You’re an asshole, Hood.” You snapped moodily, stalking towards the store. Calum’s laughter slowly died down as his footsteps grew nearer, throwing his arm over your shoulder as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“I’m sorry love. C’mon, I’ll make it up to you whilst we stock up for this storm.” You knew you couldn’t be angry at him, but you kept the pout on your lips before he finally pulled away to get a shopping cart. 

“Plus we can get a toy for Duke whilst we’re at it.” And he knew that the single sentence would work like a charm, your eyes eager as the two of you ventured into the surprisingly empty store.

“I was expecting it to be busier.” You muttered once you moved from the fresh produce to the snacks aisle.

“Maybe people weren’t willing to risk the storm? We’re just idiots by that judgement but we needed food and honestly should we really have gotten out of bed sooner than today?” His voice was a tease, but the warmth filled you regardless, eyes unable to look at him for fear of becoming distracted.

Calum laughed at your obvious attempt to keep yourself focused but didn’t comment on it otherwise as you began to throw snacks into the cart.

By the time that you reached the checkout, the two of you fell into an easy rhythm as you began to pack the bags up, sharing soft grins every time your hands brushed. Part of you couldn’t stop the smile and the other part didn’t want to because you knew he loved seeing you smile.

Calum had it paid for before you could even get your card, ignoring your noise of protest as he took the receipt and stuffed it into his back pocket.

“I would’ve put it down my boxers but I doubt the cashier would’ve approved.” He smirked and you stuck your tongue out at him.

“I mean they wouldn’t have approved of my hand going for it regardless.” And Calum laughed as the two of you got the bags into the trunk of the car and raced each other back from putting the trolley away.

The snow was coming down much faster now, Calum deciding to keep it slow on the roads. The last thing either of you wanted was to get into an accident and despite wanting to get home to avoid getting stranded in the snow, you knew he wasn’t about to risk either of your lives by putting his foot down.

“So are we having a snow day together?” The obvious question from Calum was met with a raised eyebrow from you, causing him to merely grin wider at you as he finally pulled into the driveway.

“I mean, talk about stating the damn obvious, Cal.” Came the sarcastic remark as the two of you brought the groceries into the house. Duke greeted you both before returning to his bed, both of you eager to change from the now cold clothes to warm up again.

“Go get changed and I’ll start putting some of the stuff away.” Calum urged when you shivered. Giving him a quick kiss to his cheek, you practically bolted up the stairs, deciding on the fluffier pyjama sets that you owned. Once you were changed and back downstairs, you found your heart swelling at the sight before you.

Calum was putting the groceries away, but whistling a soft tune as he did it, occasionally sliding across the floor in his socks as he did so. Only when your giggle gave you away did he stop and the grin that lit up his face made your own match his.

“My handsome man sliding around in socks and whistling.” You muttered as he pressed a kiss to your cheek before handing you some of the canned goods you’d purchased. 

It didn’t take either of you much longer before the food was packed away and you two retreated to your room Calum getting changed as you wrapped up under the covers.

The heaviness behind your eyes seemed to coax him into bed faster, unable to fight the sudden exhaustion as you curled into Calum’s side and fell asleep.

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When you woke up, it was dark. It took you a second to realise that what most likely woke you was the howling winds from outside, the noise giving you more reason  to press closer to Calum, the warm body next to you warding off the chill of the room. 

That was when you noticed that the digital clock on his stand was blank and you groaned.

This roused Calum from his sleep, tired eyes peering at you as you rolled to your side, checking to see if your phone was charging. 

It wasn’t.

“Power cut.” You mumbled as you rolled back into his side. Calum made a noise of acknowledgement before the two of you were back out for the count.

It was only later when you both woke up, the only time you noted being on your phones, did you realise the problem of the power cut.

“Cal, we need to get frozen stuff outta the freezer before it defrosts. If we’re lucky enough it’s probably cold enough outside to keep it partially frozen till the power is back on.” You murmured as he shifted, stretching himself out almost cat like.

“Fine, but it means that it’s cold breakfast for us.” He muttered as he got up a tired giggle escaping your lips.

“I wasn’t expecting a full cooked breakfast Cal, even I know that’s more hassle than it’s currently worth. Also get Duke in one of his sweaters. We need to keep him as warm as possible too.”

The first part of the morning was spent trying to coax Duke into the ridiculous sweater that Calum had purchased last year for him before the two of you raided through the freezer to try and save any food that might have defrosted.

This devolved in struggling to open the door for Calum to realise that you were snowed in.

“What about the food?” His question was met with a shrug from you.

“I’m more worried about getting a certain pup out to do his business.” You nodded to Duke before raising an eyebrow at Calum who sighed.

“Bathtub it is, buddy.” He muttered and you laughed as he picked up the small dog and carried him upstairs.

When he returned, he had a disgruntled look on his face, Duke practically sulking back to his bed and you could only grin as you abandoned trying to save the frozen food. You hated wasting it, but even you couldn’t deny that there was no salvaging some of it.

“How about some couch cuddles before we crack out the cards for a few games of poker?” Your question was met with a nod before a small smirk began to form on Calum’s lips.

“Maybe a game of strip poker?” 

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SPRINGFIELD, MA — Local father of three Drake Burlingham is reportedly unsure if he should take his children to the free fireworks show at nearby Blunt Park since he can put on his own show in the driveway for the low price of $800.

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Versace on the Floor (Intro Chapter)

HERE IT IS YALL. My first actual attempt at a fic. It’s probably not going to be all that long, who knows (definitely not me). I was very very inspired by these lovely pics and my brain kind of ran wild and this was started.

About: Calum was Elizabeth’s dad’s best friend. Not only did they work together but they also spent a lot of their free time together. Saying that she had a crush on him would be an understatement. What happen’s when this freshly graduated college student tags along on one of their business trips abroad? 

Word count: 700ish

Warnings: none yet

A knock on the front door tears Elizabeth’s attention from the mirror in front of her. Putting down her makeup she makes her way out of her room to answer the door. She pulls open the door and smiles up at the man standing in front of her. 

“Calum! Hi,” she greets and lets her eyes take in his figure. Her eyes lingering on his drool worthy arms that are on display in a black muscle tank. His beautiful tattoos a striking contrast to his golden skin. 

“Ellie, how are you?” His question pulls her attention back to his face. A heart stopping grin on his face. “It’s hard to believe you’re graduating. Feels like just yesterday you were learning to drive.” 

“I mean, it only took me like five years, but better late than never right?” She jokes. He lets out a low laugh and his eyes slowly trail over her form. Never has she felt more thankful of her clothing choices- a pair of high waisted jean shorts and slightly more revealing than normal bathing suit top. She silently praises her parents suggestion for a pool graduation party. 

The moment is interrupted by the arrival of her mother who pulls him into a hug.“Thanks so much for coming early and picking up drinks!  How much do we owe you?” She asks and pulls her wallet out of her purse. He places his hand over hers to stop her, “Don’t worry about it Heather.”

“Oh. Are you sure?” 

“Of course! Anything for my favorite girl, am i right?” He jokes with a grin, dropping a wink in Elizabeth’s direction. She feels a light blush over take her neck and cheeks. 

“You’ve always had a soft spot for her,” her mom teases. She heads back into the kitchen after telling Elizabeth to help Calum bring in the stuff from his car. 

Elizabeth had just set down the last two packs of drinks when Calum comes up behind her. Feeling his hand on her waist she looks up at him over her shoulder, breath slightly hitching at the feeling of his large, warm hand on her bare skin.

“C’mon, wanna give you part of your present now before everyone gets here.”

She nods and obediently follows him back out to his jeep. He pulls open the passenger door and grabs a gift bag, a card, and a six pack of her favorite drink. He hands her the card while holding on to the bag and alcohol.

“How’d you know this was my favorite?” she asks while gesturing to the bottles, slightly dumbfounded that he’d know considering not even her parents knew.

“It’s what you always drink. This and that other brand, but I know you prefer this one because the other one is just slightly too sweet for you,” he shrugs like it’s no big deal and runs his empty hand over his fresh buzz cut; the thought of which makes her underwear slightly damp at the thought of the feeling of it between her legs. 

“Thank you,” she softly lets out and bites her lip. She moves to open the card, the envelope of which she notices he’s scrawled a semi-neat Ellie Bug. His own personal nickname. Everyone else calls her Elle or Liz. She opens the cheesy graduation card and sucks in a deep breath at the sight of a check inside. She gapes at the amount he has written out, five hundred dollars. Looking up at him with wide eyes and a small shake of her head she starts to object the gift.

“Stop. You deserve this Ellie Bug. You’ve worked so hard.” He defends his decision. He brushes her hair behind her ear before pulling her into a small hug. 

“Gotta take care of my best girl don’t I? Whatever you need, you can always ask me,” He whispers in her ear before placing both hands on her waist and pulling out of the hug. He smiles down at her, softly squeezing her sides, before moving to close the door to his jeep and go back inside. She stands in the driveway a few more moments to catch her barings. Thoughts running wild at the feeling of his hands on her body. She needs a cold drink stat before she lets her imagination get the best of her.

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How To Pick The Best Garage Door

How to Find the Best Garage Door

If you want to maximize the value of your home, you'll find garage doors are an easy and affordable method to increase your home's curb appeal. A good garage door will distinguish it from the rest of the neighborhood. For something extra special, custom made garage doors can be designed to your specifications.

The most common types of garage doors are: Retractable, Canopy Side, and Hinged Sectional Retractable. Where limited space in your driveway is an issue, sectional garage doors are the right choice. They open and shut vertically, allowing cars to park very close to the door without keeping it from opening. Among the wide variety of designs, the most popular garage doors are sectional, upward acting, and self storing.

The Types of Garage Doors

Gone are the old manual doors. Today you'll find that remote controlled and motorized garage doors have produced a more usable garage. The most popular style is the overhead garage door.

The primary concern in planning your garage door is the material used. Selecting the best garage door materials for your needs will depend on a few things like the style of your home, and how warm you want your garage to be. There are 3 main materials for garage door construction: Wood, Steel and Fiberglass (GRP).

When you're planning to install a garage door, you must consider door type and materials. You can also incorporate into your plan such things as heated garages or unique window options.

The Most Popular Style is the Overhead Garage Door

Overhead garage doors are by far the most popular type of garage door available to homeowners. With automatic stop and begin features, people find overhead garage doors easy to use, with wonderful options and safety features.

Overhead garage doors work with a rolling system. The door rolls up and stores along the roof of the garage. Overhead door features to look for are that they are smooth, quiet and compact. Installing an overhead garage door is simple; do it yourself, or get help from the manufacturer. Popular garage door manufacturers include Garaga, Liftmaster, Raynor or DBCI.

The Appeal of Wood

Wood garage doors are preferred more for their appearance and affordability than for their durability.

You can select wood types like solid cedar for a durable garage door, which will last for years and look wonderful. Sections of roll-up wood doors may have either panel or flush construction. For panel doors, manufacturers fit several separate, rectangular panels into a wooden frame. Flush sections are made by fastening a plywood panel on top of a wooden frame.

The main disadvantage to a wooden garage door is that wood expands and contracts and can warp or crack as it weathers. It demands re-painting or refinishing every couple of years to keep it looking good and in top condition.

Steel Garage Doors Have Many Advantages

The main advantage to steel garage doors is that they won't warp, crack, or fall apart because of weather. With no painting or refinishing requirements, steel doors are a low maintenance possibility that will keep your home looking stylish. Nowadays most steel garage doors are made of hot-dipped galvanized steel that is vinyl clad or given a baked on polyester finish. They will not rust or require repainting like wooden doors.

Another important advantage of steel garage doors is that they achieve the look of wood without the maintenance. Some have grained steel skins that can be stained to look just like wood. A design mimicking carriage house doors has become quite popular for nearly a decade. Some manufacturers use composite or vinyl boards on the exterior of a steel door to make it look like an outward swinging door.

The only disadvantage to steel doors is that they dent and can be difficult to repair. A premium door is often 2 inches thick, filled with insulation, and clad in 24-gauge steel. Less-expensive doors are usually thinner and made of 28 gauge steel. So steel offers real benefits over wood; it costs less and it needs much less maintenance and with can look just like wood.

The Assets of Fiberglass

Fiberglass, sometimes called GRP, garage doors are chosen for locations where light is important or in salty ocean climates. GRP garage doors need only mild exterior cleaning to retain their quality finish. They generally they do not need to be stained or finished. The most popular style for a GRP garage door is the retractable garage door. Fiberglass is a tough and durable material which will keep looking good for years.

Conclusions

Each of garage door material has its own benefits: Steel up and over doors are sturdy and give great value for money; wood doors are insulated and have an appealing look, and fiberglass up and over garage doors are extremely low maintenance offering a timber effect without the maintenance of real wood. Which ever you pick you'll be sure that it will elevate the curb appeal and the value of your home, and increase your feeling of security.

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