#there must've been a reason they put off the reveal until later

[the-way-astray]

in the graphic novel, sophie doesn't find out that grady's a mesmer (yet).

[silentcryracha]

❍ ‗ Big Boy (L. Minho) ‗ ❍

Pairing : f reader x Minho

Summary : You see your boyfriend shirtless for the first time in a while and realize he got buff in the meantime

Genre/warnings : pure smut (kinda soft bc I can't help myself), 18 + ONLY, unprotected sex, m oral receiving, reader is called kitty a few times (not big on the term but by now it's Minho's, just replace it with baby if you feel like it)

Word count : 1.5k

A/n : Inspired by this set of gifs because I'm actually on the floor as we speak, no thots just drool

ps: There could be errors. Do NOT repost on other socials. Leave feedback if you feel like it, otherwise enjoy! ♡︎

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The bathroom was completely steamed up as you entered, making you huff slightly.

"It's so hot in here" you said, then immediately stopping in your tracks as you took in the image of your boyfriend.

He was quietly standing in front of the full length mirror, only wearing a towel around his hips as he dried his hair with the hairdryer. He noticed you come in thanks to the reflection, turning off the noise and looking back at you.

"What was that?" his tone calm and casual, as if he wasn't looking like a literal marble sculpture come to life. You rested your hands on your hips, borderline annoyed at the fact that somehow you missed your boyfriend changing so much.

"When the hell did you get so buff?" Minho couldn't help but smirk at your words, slowly putting away the hairdryer to give you his full attention.

"Don't know, since I started working again with the PT, I guess." he spoke, walking closer like a cat that was about to catch his prey.

"You must've exploded in the last couple of weeks because there's no way that I didn't notice, with all the times that we've seen each other naked" you raised you eyebrows, placing your hands on his chest.

Minho's sly expression didn't falter, if anything became even more mischievous as your hands started to roam from his upper chest, to his shoulders, biceps.

"To be fair we were a bit too busy fucking to clearly take each other in. I've been so busy lately that we didn't even manage to take a shower together." his tone was so casual even saying the most dirty things sometimes that it made you blush.

"Whatever the reason, I won't let you out of my sight again, Lee Minho" your eyes looking up at him flirtatiously, while your hands slowly made their way lower towards his tummy. He sustained your gaze, his brown eyes intense as ever.

"How do I know that my kitten will not overlook me again?" the condescension in his voice instantly shifted the mood, sending shivers of excitement down your spine.

You decided to play his game, sliding lower and lower until you were kneeling on the ground. Hands on his hips, just lightly gripping the hem of the towel that was holding on for deal life to his shower-clean body.

"I'm so sorry. Will you let me make it up to my baby?" Your eyes still fixed on each other as you spoke. You waited for his spoken permission, even though the growing tent underneath the towel fabric was enough of an answer.

"I'll decide later. Wanna see how sorry you are, first" his cherry red hair fell a little on his eyes as his head was bent down, which made his gaze even darker somehow.

"I'll try my very best" the towel finally dropped to the ground with just a little tug from your fingers, revealing his hard cock. His abs tightened for a second as you took him into both of your hands, starting to move them up and down slowly but firmly, making it hard for Minho to not choke on air.

He tried to hide the noise by clearing his throat, simultaneously placing his right hand on your head, without forcing it, but merely resting there. You took it as a sign to take a step further, opening your mouth to take his cock, sucking on the tip.

His fingertips lightly grabbed at your scalp, but luckily, or not, for him, you had decided to take your sweet time. So instead you removed one hand from his dick to interlace your fingers with his, guiding his hand away from your head to his side.

He must've found it amusing, since he released a faint chuckle as he decided to let you lead for once, placing both hands behind his back.

For some reason, his sudden willingness to give up his usually dominant demeanor pushed you to try and do even better, desperately wanting to prove yourself to him. Your mouth opened even more as you took him deeper, his tip touching the back of your throat.

"Shit, my baby is really trying her best for me, isn't she?" he groaned, the humor in his voice never completely overshadowed by the arousal. The praise made you hum against him, which also made his hips buck onwards, making you gag a bit.

It wasn't exactly a mistake since he just kept going, with a steady pace, not thoroughly fucking your throat, but making sure that you gagged a bit at every stroke. Your head went still as you let him use you however he wanted, making the strokes of your hand on his cock almost automatic.

Tears prickled the corner of your eyes as your nails lightly dug into the flesh of his ass cheeks, making him hiss.

"Alright enough- I need to fuck you" Minho pulled back, releasing himself from your mouth and then bending down to reach for your face with his hands. His lips crashed with yours, immediately initiating a sloppy and messy kiss that was all teeth, tongue and lip biting.

Your hands gripped his arms for stability as he started to undress you, pulling down your pants and underwear in one go, and then interrupting the kiss to slip off your shirt too.

What he did after though, was unexpected, as he gripped your thighs and effortlessly picked you up, making you instinctively wrap your legs around him.

"Minho!" you gasped at his strength. He was always quite strong even when he didn't have as many muscles, but at least he looked like he did struggle just a little bit. But now, you could've easily been a sack of flour and it wouldn't have made a difference to him.

"You thought that they were just for aesthetic?" he laughed at you, crashing his lips to yours one more time before throwing you on the soft bed. Minho didn't waste time as he put two of his fingers, his pointer and middle, in your mouth.

"I'm sure you're wet enough, but just to make sure" he murmured, a glimmer of humor in his dark eyes. You eagerly did as you were told, sucking on his fingers and bobbing your head slightly too, just like you were doing moments before on his cock.

He groaned, too horny to let you continue your actions. He removed his fingers from your mouth, moving them south to rub up and down your slit. At the same time he leaned down to leave sloppy kisses to your neck, your arms wrapping around his neck and your hips bucking up.

"Such a good kitty for me. My good girl" he murmured against your skin, eliciting a hum from you that quite literally sounded like a purr. But of course it wouldn't be Minho without a whiplash, so he suddenly bit your shoulder, grazing it with his teeth and making you gasp.

"A good kitty that should remember to show love to her boyfriend, next time" his tone wasn't serious at all, but your response was. In addition, two of his fingers were now pumping in and out of you, getting you ready for him properly.

"So sorry, baby- ah, I'll make it up to you, I love you so much" he just chuckled at your desperate words, deciding to end both of your suffering as he removed his fingers from your pussy, replacing them with his cock instead.

"I know baby, I know" his voice much more softer, in stark comparison with the fairly quick strokes of his hips. "I know my baby loves me very much, I love you too" he continued.

Your legs wrapped around him, essentially pushing him deeper into you. Your mouth latched to his as you both moaned. It wasn't unusual to get these sweet moments with Minho, but his dominant side tended to show more in bed.

He just wanted to make sure that he knew that you loved him. That you found him attractive and cared for him, regardless of a few centimeters more or less to his biceps.

The new angle of his hips made sure that your clit rubbed on his pubic bone, which quickly got you to your orgasm. You moaned his name breathlessly as you came, lightly dragging your nails on his back. This action in addition to your walls getting impossibly tight around his cock made him come too.

Minho stilled for a few seconds as he came inside you, and made sure to gently ride out both of your orgasms afterwards. Unexpectedly, you turned your head to the side, leaving a teasing but gentle bite to his bicep, as his arms were caging you.

"You look really hot, by the way, if it wasn't obvious" voice dangerously teasing. Minho got his head up from your shoulder, looking at you with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

"Careful or we might stay here all day, kitten" he responded, to then gently leave a kiss on your lips. "Thank you, by the way. Next time you can come see them in the making, if you want." he added, his head nudging to his arms.

You chuckled, still keeping him close as you moved some sweaty hair from his forehead. "I'd love to"

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[unhetalia]

soft usuk headcanon where america just hugs england after having a bad day or even nightmare.

This is a holdover from childhood. Arthur wasn't there a lot, but when he was, Alfred asked for hugs all the time. One time Alfred fell out of a tree and was just about to brush it off when he saw Arthur was beside himself. He quickly realised that it was not normal to fall out of trees and feel nothing, so he quickly turned on the waterworks so Arthur would hold him. Free hug!

(It fucks up his relationship with affection, this belief that there needs to be a Legitimate Reason in order to receive gentleness or love, but that's not what this is about!)

Nowadays, it's more complicated than that for Alfred. Americans aren't a high contact culture, and while I don't believe in Nations always being the embodiment of their countries' ideologies, when you're living amongst people who have a certain way of interacting, it absolutely has an impact, same as for any human.

As a result, Alfred is someone who is a little bit touch-starved. I think he wants more contact than he's able to get from the people around him. His best friend is an alien, his other best friend is fucking BELARUS.

Arthur, on the other hand, isn't lacking in physical contact, if you know what I mean. He's traced every curve of a woman's body; held a man down and fucked them until they begged. He's been clung to, held tight, clawed in passion.

But Arthur rarely touches people when he's not fucking them - hasn't been touched by someone who wants affection, or is offering it to him.

The first time Alfred hugged Arthur to seek out comfort post-independence was in 1950. Alfred had come out of World War II incredibly jaded - it was only the third time he'd ever revealed himself to and worked with his government, and they'd gone behind his back and dropped two atom bombs. Alfred left after, though President Truman had tried his best to get him to stay, promising him that because of what they'd done, there would be no more wars.

Five year later, the U.S enters the Korean War. Alfred is with Arthur when he hears the news, and to say he's gutted would be an understatement. He must've looked devastated, because Arthur moves to stand in front of him and makes to put a hand on his shoulder. Instead, Alfred just... falls into him, face in his chest, holding him tightly and crying his heart out. Arthur is stumped for a minute before he wraps his arms around Alfred, starts shushing him like he's a child again. Telling him it's going to be okay.

Alfred would lie awake that night thinking about how different Arthur felt from when he was a child; how, in fact, being held by Arthur in that moment hadn't felt like his childhood at all. Alfred doesn't quite realise it's because he's in love with Arthur, but he learns - or re-learns - the power of physical affection.

This lesson impacts Arthur because not only does Alfred begin seeking him out for comfort (which stops him in his tracks every time), he offers that same comfort without prompting.

Arthur is seething during a meeting after receiving several ridiculous reports, and yes, he's shouting and terrifying everyone, especially Antonio, who is very aware Arthur still carries a sword around, when suddenly Alfred stands up, marches towards him, and pulls him into a hug and says "chill out, dude, everything's gonna be fine!"

The world watches Arthur almost physically deflate. When Alfred pulls away and walks back to his seat, Arthur will finally take a deep breath. "Well... it's not the end of the world, I guess. We'll need to rearrange a few things, but it's fixable."

Witnessing this, everyone decides that it doesn't matter that their relationships don't reflect the geopolitical climate: Alfred truly is a superpower.

[Note: All my headcanons unless states otherwise exist in a universe where Hetalia characters are independent of their government. Their roles are to protect the land and the people, and often this requires them to work against their governments. Despite Nations being a representative of a country, their work to protect the land and people goes beyond boarders, and while Nations have personal relationships that involve liking and disliking others, this does not impede on their work and is not tied to their country's politics.]

[facepeeled]

challenge: what's in store for your muse's 2024? go here to randomly generate 4 AO3 tags, then try to create a plot based off it

YOUR 2024 AS A FIC WILL INVOLVE:

➤ internet ➤ belligerent sexual tension ➤ cautionary tale ➤ debauchery

cricket had been chatting with this guy for months. they'd met on a metalhead forum and bonded over their shared obsession with sludge. he'd sent her pictures: a tall, dark, and handsome type, with tresses of black hair down to his waist and the muscular body of some kind of pro athlete. he'd claimed to be six five and an avid swimmer, he said he played the drums in a thrash band, he said her pictures made him hard as a rock, in short-- he said all the right things. they'd stay up till three am chatting, revealing their sexual fantasies, flirting, cricket would send topless photos, he'd send audio files of his music. but for some reason he never wanted to video chat.

but he did want to meet up in real life. and cricket, blind to any red flags and desperate to tear his clothes off and see what he was packin', agreed. they set a time and date, in a little town an hour's drive from her house. she dolled herself up real pretty. teased and curled and sprayed her hair till she looked like a pageant queen. even stole a frosted pink lipstick from the local drug store to go with her glittery blue eyeshadow. and once she was satisfied with her face, she shimmied into one of the only dresses she owned and went (crawled, on her hands and knees) to beg josiah to let her borrow his car for the afternoon.

she must've looked real good that day, 'cause he agreed almost immediately, slapping her on the ass on the way out the door. usually it took a lot more convincing and gagging. but she was on the road in ten minutes, listening to the static of the radio until a country station came in a mile out of town. she suffered with that honky tonk music until she pulled up outside the coffee shop she was to meet her mystery man at.

she ordered a black coffee and had three refills, sitting in a booth in the back with her eyes on the door. half an hour passed. no good looking hunk of a man. forty-five minutes. still nothing. it wasn't until nearly an hour later that another soul entered the shop. a frail, hunched over old man, maybe sixty-five, with a head of white hair. she figured he was there for a bite to eat before his four o'clock bedtime, but he made a beeline for her booth. and he called her by name, sat across from her, and introduced himself as his handle.

cricket's jaw must've dropped the floor. along with her stomach, along with her heart. she should've known better. but still, she'd come all this way, put this much effort into it, been squirming in her seat looking for a little relief. and he wasn't a bad looking old man... it's not like she'd never had sex with a senior citizen before. (she went through a phase of likin' 'em really old... her buddies called it daddy issues.) so she shrugged her shoulders and through caution to the wind. and she fucked that old man in the back of josiah's car.

tagged by: @bloodrodeo and @full-tiltboogie thank you!! this was so fun

tagging: @anthrcpophagi @fuckedcowboy @clownfile and whoever else wants to do it

[rendevousz]

not a secret anymore

natasha romanoff x fem!teen!reader

summary: nat reveals a secret to the public when your class takes a learning journey to the tower.

requested: yes

warnings: might come off as half assed writing because this probably is one of my worst works i'm so sorry 😭😭

word count: 1681

notes: i'm so sorry i haven't been writing much, i've recently just gotten extremely busy so i had no time to sit down and write (this one was literally written between all the short breaks i had 😫) and i have a few requests piling up so i hope you guys can understand if they come later <3

"hi, y/n!" ally, an agent, greeted you as you, along with your classmates, walked through the east wing hallway of the tower. your classmates—except for peter, ned and mj— turned to look at you with confused looks.

your class was having a learning journey at the avengers tower and you had contemplated on calling in sick to avoid people who worked in the tower acknowledging you around your classmates.

you were actually an avenger—yeah, crazy—, having been rescued during one of the many avengers' hostage rescue missions few years ago. you were able to single-handedly take down a few of your captors, hence why the team took interest in you then.

now, though you had been trained enough, they decided to keep you a secret in order to protect you. lord knows how many people would try hurt you if they ever found out the avengers had a new, teenage recruit. peter was technically still safe as his alter-ego is masked so you had no choice but to only go on missions that weren't in the public eye.

you also lived in the tower so the agents and staff were undoubtedly familiar with you, some even friends with you, just like ally, who had just passed by with a wave of her hand at you before turning the corner.

"did that lady just acknowledge you?" an annoying voice spoke from beside you in a mocking tone. you gulped, not wanting to respond to flash's irrelevant question.

"hey, loser, i'm talking to you," he nudged your arm with his elbow and you held the urge to grab it and flip his whole body upside down. it's not like you couldn't—you had the skills, obviously— but it's the fact that you didn't want to get in trouble for that.

you ended up keeping quiet, like you always did whenever the boy taunted you. peter taught you to do just that. if it were up to you, flash's stupid face wouldn't even dare to show itself in front of you anymore.

speaking of peter, he was nowhere to be seen by now. you internally rolled your eyes. it had only been two minutes and they were already gone. peter was probably showing them around the place. you had no idea how your teacher didn't notice the three of them missing from your group. you were so going to kill them for ditching you and leaving you alone when they knew they were your only friends. they were also the reason why flash still had his head to this day because they'd stop you from doing anything rash. now you weren't sure if flash would be safe from your fury.

"you probably work here as a cleaner on the weekends or something, huh? that's the only way people here would know you," flash jeered. you let out a breath, trying to control your anger towards the boy.

you rolled your eyes, opting to deliberately ignore his insults and walk away instead, hoping you'll bump into those three idiots of friends of yours.

"did you just ignore me?" flash asked incredulously, as if it was a crime to ignore his annoying ass. he pulled you back by your back collar, effectively halting you in your spot.

by instinct, you grabbed his hand that was on your collar, twisting it and turning his whole body around, pinning him against the wall with his twisted arm pressed against his back. it happened in just two seconds which totally caught flash off guard, the boy groaning in pain as he begged you to let him free.

you could hear a series of gasps from all around you and you internally groaned. this is why you always ignored flash's taunting. you didn't want to attract attention to yourself and have people wonder how you could defend yourself so well. but flash just had to provoke you. especially here, out of all places.

"what's going on here?" you heard a familiar voice ask and you sighed.

"oh my gosh! it's the black widow!"

"miss romanoff!"

"oh my gosh, i'm gonna need to get a picture for my mum later, she's gonna freak out!"

you stepped away from flash, releasing him as he dramatically kept rubbing at his arm. as if you even put that much pressure. flash smirked, seeing this as a chance to complain about you to an official avenger.

"this girl right here," flash points an accusing finger at you with a glare, like he wasn't just practically begging for his life twenty seconds ago. "attacked me."

you rolled your eyes, unamused. "i hardly attacked him." you told nat. the woman turned to you, an eyebrow raised as she gave you a knowing look. "this...?" she trailed off and you nodded, knowing what she was insinuating. you'd told her about flash one too many times for her not to immediately figure out who he is from a crowd of students.

"flash thompson. heard a lot about you," she turned to the boy. flash's face lit up, thinking he must've made a name for himself or something that even the black widow knew him. little did he know he did, but not for good reasons.

"i would prefer if you stop messing with y/n/n." nat gave him a sharp look and that grin was immediately wiped off his face. "i– y/n/n?" he stuttered, confused that the natasha romanoff is calling you by a nickname.

"you do know she can kick your ass if she wanted to, right? she's been silent all this while because she didn't want to hurt you but you just never seem to learn, huh?" nat took slow, calculated steps towards him until she was towering over him.

"she doesn't need anyone to protect her because she's fully capable of that but i'm just here to warn you, kid, that she, is not to be meddled with. i'm saying this for your own good, flash thompson. she's capable of much worse than whatever she just did to you. so if i hear you messing around with her or any of her friends," she pauses before continuing with a whisper. "i'll close one eye on whatever she wants to do with you."

you wished you could've taken a picture of the dead scared look on flash's face; it was priceless. you turned to nat once she stepped away from him and she put an arm around your shoulder, leading you both away from the watching crowd.

"i–i'm sorry, miss romanoff," you could hear one of your teachers say and nat stopped, effectively stopping you too as she had you in her hold. "but miss y/l/n is on a learning journey with us and she'll miss the tour of the tower if she leaves with you. we'll be discussing a lot regarding this trip in class and she won't understand what we talk about if she misses this tour. i hope you understand." he spoke nervously.

"with all due respect, y/n's seen the whole tower already," she smiles at him but you could tell it was fake. "even the avengers' residential floors which are closed to the public and most employees of the tower."

your teacher looked at her wide-eyed, mouth open but nothing coming out. nat smiles a fake one once again. "now if you'll excuse us, the both of us have avenger duties to attend to."

gasps could be heard all around you and in the midst of it all, your best friends came back and you made eye contact with them, all of them having the same shocked look on their face.

"avenger duties?! nat, what are you doing?!" you whisper-yelled at the woman who seemed to be enjoying the reactions of your classmates and teachers.

"y/n!" peter ran over to you, your other friends following suit. "oh, um hi miss romanoff," he greets shyly. "thanks a lot, guys, look what happened." you spoke sarcastically, rolling your eyes at them. nat proceeded to drag you away from your friends and the last thing you saw was them mouthing apologies and you half-heartedly mouthing to them back that it was fine.

"relax, y/n/n, the public were about to find out soon anyways." nat said nonchalantly. "what?!" you exclaimed once you two were in a different hallway.

"yeah, you're gonna have press this weekend for this. we're gonna officially announce you to the world as an avenger." she once again says nonchalantly, as if this wasn't the first time you were hearing this. "wait, wait, wait, seriously?" you asked in disbelief. no one had told you anything.

"yeah, i—ohh yeah, you don't know yet," nat remembers and you give her an unimpressed look. she wasn't usually this dumb; she only showed this side of her to you. "sorry, i uh, yeah.. i was supposed to come get you for this. meeting with fury and the rest, yknow?" she tells you and you nodded slowly, taking in the information.

"but tell me it didn't feel good that you got to do that to flash," the woman states excitedly and you playfully rolled your eyes at her. "you got to do something. i'm practically an empty threat to him," you stated matter-of-factly.

"not after this weekend you're not. he'll be afraid of you after. that's what you get for being a smelly bully." you couldn't help the little smile on your face. she really sounded like a child right now and it was adorable.

"alright, natty, whatever you say. let's go before fury releases his fury." you look at her hopefully, waiting for her to laugh at your joke which she responded with an unimpressed look. that of course didn't work as you two burst out laughing looking at each other's faces.

you walked alongside her, the woman resting an arm around your shoulder. you smiled up at her as she talked about her day.

god, you couldn't wait to be able to finally walk out in public with these people you considered family.

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[artemisvexing]

Bad Buddy Ep 4: Pat's Pov (Part 3)

Part 2 of my analysis of Episode 4 through Pat's eyes. This part is centered on the third part of the episode, which includes the scene at Wai's job and the make-up scene.

Part 3:

The next time the two interact is a Wai's job and Pat's not stupid. He knows Pran's upset with him by his recent behavior. Pran pointedly putting his stuff in the chair Pat pulled off for him is only further evidence. Ink herself reveals that there's no reason for the coldness: all three of them have some stake in the bus stop and that could easily explain their closeness, so Pat knows this isn't about an act, this is personal. Pran's responses are stilted and awkward the whole time he's there and Pat's not stupid. Pran's quick escape right after Ink gets touchy will probably have stood out to him but he doesn't make the connection until a bit later.

Then Pat shows up at Pran's door again with food and Pran rejects him again. Pat sees him grabbing his shoulder in pain and asks and Pran says "None of your business." There's no ground that Pat gains, no closeness that they share that isn't preceded by Pat fighting tooth and nail for it. Finally, Pat gets him to let him apply remedy to the bruise. This leads to further banter and then Pran feels they've gotten too intimate and tries to shoo Pat out. Pat calls him out on this too: "Are you asking me to leave after I've just helped you? Always." And his exasperation is not manufactured. So Pat changes the subject, (maybe hopes he can get more time with Pran by non verbally disguising this as a transaction) and asks for make-up remover. When he explains that he did photo shooting earlier, Pran goes "With Ink?" I think the pieces start to come together for Pat.

Pat's been seeing but now he's starts seeing. He knows he's discovering something. At the look on Pat's face, Pran makes this one, shakes his head, gets up and walks away.

I've talked about Pran's ability to get people to see what he wants him to see but even he has his limits and he knows that. There's a reason he pushes Pat away and a reason he doesn't want him in his room. It's because he knows he can't keep hims mask up all the time and we see it fall right here.

As Pran walks away, he goes on about how he Pat added it to his Instagram story (he follows him??), and goes (very tellingly) "I think everyone saw it. Did you wanna tell the world or what?" And Pat visibly puts two and two together. He starts to suspect that Pran likes Ink.

There's the make-up scene (another intimacy that only happens because Pat's pushing/annoying Pran enough to prompt him to do so.) Pat leans into his touch banters with him and even gets Pran to laugh, for the first time in the entirety of the show. Pat is filled with wonder and laughter himself and flirts aggressively, calling Pran cute. They have a whole moment but Pran's defense mechanism shows up and he soon starts to usher him out. Pat himself is confused by this, and cite the fact that he smells good this time. He even sniffs himself again after standing up because he genuinely doesn't know why Pran's kicking him out all of a sudden. (His jealously theory isn't fully fleshed out and it doesn't make full sense. If Pran's so jealous why didn't he kick him out the moment he mentioned the shoot? Why wipe his face at all? Why kick him out at that moment and not an earlier one?)

Pat knows he's gain something here and he needs to keep pushing if h wants to see it fully, if he wants to keep it. We know he was lying-at least initially about- not having the keys to his room, because we see his eyes dart back and forth guilty as he leaves before he turns around and tries to sell Pran this load of bull. Pran predictably does not entertain it and that must hurt. Even if Pat was lying, Pran couldn't know that for sure and the fact that he wouldn't even entertain the idea that Pat was telling the truth, or that he might not have even cared must've weighed on Pat. Still, Pran kicks him out and this ends Part 3.

Unfortunately, I let my fixation on this analysis sit for too long and I'm finding the next post hard to write. I'll get through it eventually but I've got an essay due in two hours...

[itsadamcole]

you’re not broken - pt. 2

fem!reader x kyle o’reilly

a year has passed since Kyle proposed to reader. Christmas Day 2021 is here, which is the date that reader and Kyle decided on for their wedding. reader invites her family, and her mother is not very happy ...

word count: 2k+

warnings: mentions of death, mentions of a plane crash, very angsty, a touch of smut, implied sex, defensive!kyle, upset!reader

— this is for whoever wanted a part 2. i hope you enjoy —

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part 1

~ some 18+ content below - read at your own risk ~

You smile and look at yourself in the mirror of your bridal suite. It's been a year to the day since Kyle proposed to you. It's Christmas Day 2021 and you stand in your dress. A smile is painted across your lips as your maid of honor, Tegan Nox, fixing the veil that is attached to a little tiara.

The dress itself is mermaid style. The skirt begins to flare out at your knees, and there's a layer of sparkly fabric. There are no sleeves and a sparkly silver belt sits around your waist. The skirt and veil leave a small train behind you.

There's a knock on your suite door and you call, "Come in! Unless your name is Kyle O'Reilly."

The door opens and your now fourteen year old sister pops her head in. "Mom just got here," she says. "And she looks ridiculous."

Your eyebrows come together as the door slams open. Your mother stands in a white cocktail dress. Your eyes widen and you say, "Are you literally kidding me right now? You're really wearing a white dress to your own daughter's wedding?"

"Y/N, I tried to get her to change but she wouldn't listen to me," your sister immediately says.

Your eyes don't leave your mother. You say, "I can't believe you, Mom. I really can't. I held my title for almost 700 days, I was a double champion for 200 days. I don't know what else I can do to prove to you that I'm not my sister."

Tegan looks at you and your mother before your mother says, "You're nothing like your sister, honey. You're still alive while she's dead."

Your younger sister says, "Mom! It's her wedding day! Are you serious right now?"

"Y/OS/S will never get a wedding day," your mother states. "She'll never have kids. She'll never have the family that Y/N plans on having with Kyle."

Tears well up in your eyes and you say, "That's not my fucking fault. It's the pilot's fault. He's the reason the plane took a nosedive into the Atlantic with her on it."

Your mother walks up to you and says, "It should've been you!"

You flinch away from your mom as the door opens. You see your grandmom walk in. Your dad's mom. Your mom's mother-in-law.

"You better not have said what I think you said to my granddaughter," your grandmom says.

The angry look in your mother's eyes turns into annoyance or fear. You can't tell but the tears that formed are now falling down your face.

Your grandmother says, "You wore white to your own daughter's wedding. You're seriously that low.

Y/S/N runs over and hugs you. You hug her back as your mother says, "Why shouldn't I have? It's not like she doesn't deserve it." She shoots a glare in your direction.

Maybe she's right.

You look at your sister and ask, "Where's Kyle's room? I need to talk to him."

Your sister says, "He's in room 103."

As you go to leave, your mother says, "Oh, running away as per usual."

"I'm going to tell my fiancé that I'm not getting married if my own mother tries to ruin it," you say. "It's one thing if one of my exes or one of Kyle's try to ruin it because I can handle that. I can't handle my own mother showing up in a white dress to my own wedding."

You leave the room and walk down to Kyle's.

After standing outside the room for a second, you knock. "One second!" you hear from the inside.

You wait patiently as the door opens, revealing not Kyle but Adam Cole. He looks confused and says, "You're not supposed to be here, Y/N."

"I need to, um, talk to Kyle," you say, voice shaky.

Adam looks at you confused before he says, "I'll go get him." Adam walks off. Kyle appears in front of you seconds later.

Your fiance looks at you and asks, "Baby, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Kyle engulfs you in a hug and you say, "My mom showed up in a white dress, Kyle. A freaking white dress. Then she started saying how my sister will never get a wedding or have a family like us, and she said that it should've been me. She's ruined the day, Kyle. I can't do this today."

"Can't do what?" he asks, looking down at you. You look up at him with tears in your eyes.

You cry, "I can't get married today. I can't do it."

He gets a look in his eyes and he says, "I'm going to talk to your mother. Where is she?"

As Kyle whips your tears away, you say, "My room. 109."

Kyle walks down the hallway and you follow him. He bursts into the room and says, "How fucking dare you show up to our wedding in a white dress. How fucking dare you say to Y/N that it should've been her that died in that crash. This is Y/N's day. It's her day, and you're here to, what, tell her that she should have died? I'm sorry that Y/OS/N died, I wish I could have met her, but I know that she sure as hell wouldn't want you ruining her younger's sister's wedding day. Either get out of that dress, support Y/N, and get your act together or get the fuck out and go home."

Kyle being supportive and defensive makes you change your mind back instantly to wanting to marry Kyle today. If he's willing to put up with this side of your family then you're one hundred percent ready to marry him today, no matter what.

"Who do you think you are speaking to me like that?" your mother retorts. "I am-"

You watch as Kyle cuts her off. "I don't give two shits who you are," he says, making you cover a small smile that has begun to form on your lips. "You could be the president and I wouldn't fucking care. Stop talking to Y/N like she did something wrong because she didn't. It's not her fault that Y/OS/N died. She's worked harder than I've ever seen her work since you told her she was nothing like Y/OS/N. 678 days as NXT Women's Champion and 200 days as WWE Women's Tag Team Champion. That's a hell of an accomplishment that I'll never achieve but you should be proud of her instead of fucking bashing her! Grow the hell up or get out!"

Your mother looks at Kyle and looks at you behind him. Your grandmother looks almost proud and your younger sister is smiling.

Kyle has officially put your mother in her place and she's officially speechless. She also doesn't look happy.

There's tension in the air as you wait for someone to make a move.

Your mother grabs her things and walks toward the door. She stops and says, "Enjoy your life, Y/N. I never want to see or talk to you again."

Then she leaves and you're heartbroken. Your own mother won't watch as you say I do to Kyle.

Honestly, you're not that upset about it, just heartbroken that it had to come to this.

You look up at Kyle and he looks at you. "Y/N, I'm so-"

Before he can say another word, you put your hands on his cheeks and kiss him. Hard. It's a hard kiss.

Your grandmother says, "Alright, let's go Y/S/N. We shouldn't be here for this."

"But I wanna see what happens," she says, leaving the room with your grandmom.

There's a laugh as your grandmother says, "No you don't."

The door closes and Kyle pulls back from the kiss, looking down at you. "What was that for?" he asks.

You say, "No one's ever put her in her place like that, and honestly, it was hot."

Kyle laughs and says, "You would find it hot, wouldn't you?"

"I've never seen you get so defensive," you say. "It was so hot, especially with the cursing."

Your fiancé's cheeks turn a light red and he smiles. "Remind me to ask Regal to let me curse in the ring when cutting promos," Kyle says.

You lean up and kiss Kyle again. "Please do," you say.

Kyle kisses you back and cups your cheeks. You smile into the kiss, wrapping your hands around Kyle's wrists.

The two of you stand in the room like that for a few minutes, and you feel a small ache between your legs. Kyle's cursing affected you more than you thought.

You pull back from the kiss and look up at Kyle.

"I don't think I can wait for tonight," you admit.

Kyle glances at the time then sheds his suit jacket. He undoes his tie before he says, "We got time. About thirty minutes."

You reach behind you and unzip your dress as you say, "I think we'll only need fifteen."

As soon as you're both naked, you're laid out on the bed with Kyle on top of you.

Let's just say that it was the best pre-wedding sex of all time.

***

Kyle gets dressed and goes back to his room with the Undisputed Era boys as soon as you're both done in bed.

You slip your dress back on as Tegan, your younger sister, and your best friend come into the room.

"Oh, Y/N," Tegan says, hiding a laugh. "Your chest is a mess."

You look down to see that Kyle definitely left his mark on you. Your cheeks heat up and your best friend says, "Must've been good. I can promise you that tonight will be even better."

"He's already planning for tonight," you giggle. "He told me that he was holding back until tonight, and it was still some of the best we've had."

Your sister has her ears covered and you laugh at the sight.

The girls help get you fixed up and ready to walk down the aisle.

Twenty minutes later, it's time. You walk down the aisle with your father, who told your mother to leave without him because he wasn't missing your wedding.

The ceremony is taking place outside right next to an ocean. It's a beautiful day outside in Florida. A warm 60 something degrees with a slight breeze. It's a warm Christmas Day. It usually is.

Kyle stands at the end of the aisle under a white arch covered in white flowers.

Your father hands you off to Kyle, who's smiling at you. "That dress looked better on the floor," he says quietly. A smirk follows the comment.

"Behave yourself, Mr. O'Reilly," you giggle.

Kyle says, "I'll try my best, Mrs. O'Reilly."

You smile at your new last name, even if it's not official yet.

You meet Kyle's eyes and as soon as they do, you don't break eye contact with him. Not when you were saying your vows and not while you were crying as Kyle said his.

It takes an eternity for the official to say, "By the power invested in me by the state of Florida, I pronounce you man and wife. Kyle, you may kiss your bride."

"I've already done that once today," Kyle says. "Or a few dozen times." The crowd laughs. "But I'll do it again."

And he does. He seals the marriage with a kiss.

The crowd claps and you pull back from the kiss. You don't pull that far away as you say, "I love you, Kyle."

Kyle smiles and says, "And I love you, Y/N."

Then the two of you share a second kiss as husband and wife.

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Where two shadows meet

Disclaimer: No gush. No mush. Just angst.

Previously. Next

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[The next day after being sent away, human realm]

The morning after being cast out, Luz woke up to the an empty room. She had hoped the events of last night were just some nightmare. Feeling the dried tears on her face told her the truth. She must've cried herself to sleep. She'd been waiting for the smallest chance of the portal reopening. Any opportunity, no matter how small, she refused to miss.

None came and hints of dawn were peeking through the windows.

She picked herself up and headed for her old house. The empress cloak still wrapped around her. She wondered, how would she explain this to her mother?

When she approached the street, a flyer caught her eye.

A missing persons poster with her picture on it. Plenty of them were scattered throughout the neighborhood.

She ran towards the side of her house and peered in.

Her mother, weary and worn out, sat at the table with a phone at hand. Were her eyes red from crying or staying up all night?

Luz was about signal her mother to her presence.

Not yet.

She caught her reflection in the window. Her pupils were glowing red. Stumbling back, she couldn't face her mother like this.

Sprinting away, not caring about what direction.

Hours later, Luz would return when she knew her mother was gone. She snuck in to take whatever cash she could and pack up a new bag.

Camilla Noceda: "Who's there?!"

Scratch that, Camilla hadn't gone to work yet. Luz grabbed what she had and bolted out of the house. From that day on, she had to make her supplies last.

[Six weeks later]

Luz had been wandering the country. She had tried shelters. But she had made her stays brief. People had tried to figure out, where was she from?

The worst part came from her "condition". Lately, she kept waking up in different parts of the city. Clumps of money or random items could be found alongside her. Usually with a note that said, "Take this with you". They were written in her handwriting. She refused to obey the beast inside her. However, her stubbornness meant she refused any resource that came from the empress. One in particular, the empress cloak that kept appearing in her bag.

Her travels left her funds dry and uneasy about the future.

One night, she didn't have any strength left. Her nightmare was moving to its next phase.

She found herself in her old room. A shackle made of light lead out the door. She stepped out into the hallway. The chain trailed to the right. But it became pitch black futher down. A second chain came from the abyss into a door across the hall.

She wanted to know where this would lead.

Stepping through, she dreaded that this was Belos' old throne room.

Stop...fighting

The empress stepped out from the other side of the room. Dressed in her cloak, the metal mouth mask was new. She twirled her finger and closed the door behind Luz.

Let...me.

Her majesty gestured to her mask. The voice was so muffled, it might has well have been a whisper. Luz didn't really notice it until now.

Luz: "I don't really know what..."

Empress Luz: "Check...it."

The empress pulled on her end of the chain and zipped to Noceda's side. Luz fell over, leaving the empress towering over her.

She didn't know she could make such a scary glare.

Empress Luz (pointing to pockets): "Check!"

Luz didn't waste a second and found a key.

Empress Luz: "You... willingly... give."

She handed her the key, as she stood up.

The empress removed her metal mask, relieved.

Empress Luz: " That's better. We have something to discuss."

Noceda just wanted to leave this nightmare.

Empress Luz: "This nightmare is very real. You leave... when we settle this now!

That's right, I can feel what you're thinking."

Luz Noceda: "What do you want? This is just a dream, right?"

Empress Luz: " You've no doubt noticed, I've been taking control while you sleep. Regrettably, our body has become deprived of rest. We're malnourished and becoming worse. You have to listen to me now!"

Luz: "If I'm going down, I'm taking you with me!"

Empress: "And our mother with us?"

Dread silenced both of them for a moment.

Luz: "What did you do?

Empress: " I've been a spectator, until not long ago. Neither of us have seen our..."

Luz: "My mama! Mine!"

Empress: "Our mami. I haven't seen her since you ran. I haven't done anything to her. That's what you've got to understand. I care about our mama, like you."

Luz: " You're a curse from Belos."

Empress: "Wrong! I'm not you, but at the same time, I am. From the moment Eda took you on, you were a witch with a dark side. When you killed Belos, you released his unnatural power. I wasn't made by it. It just gave me a voice. I'm a genuine Luz Noceda! I'm a part of you, just like you're a part of me."

The empress sat down on the throne, resting her head in her hand. She revealed a key under her cloak.

Empress: "I can give you the key out of this room. But these shackles on our legs are different story. These are the chains Amity gave us. Which is why, you're going to do what I say."

Luz scowled at this doppelganger. But she began to recall everything that happened since that night.

Luz: "What are you talking about?"

Empress: "Our fates are tied. But you're the only obstacle in our way. You've been frustrated and angry since we were cast out. I've been gaining control because of this. You were able to hold me back, at first. But your control is ticking away. Ironic, isn't it? We're both at our weakest, regardless."

Luz: "Let me out!"

The empress held up her restraint.

Empress: "To do what? Walk until we collapse? Hardly sleep anywhere? Fending off the streets? We're exhausted and knocking on death's door! If we continue on like this, our mother will suffer, too."

Luz: "You're lying."

Empress: " You haven't forgotten our last moments with Amity, right? She knew that would be the last time she'd see us. Mama didn't know that moment on the curb was hers. If they even find our body, can you imagine her face when they do? Haunted by the guilt for the rest of her life? Never knowing anything other than sending her daughter away? That's the fate that you're headed for. But I'm offering a different course."

Luz: "Stop beating around the bush and tell me!"

Empress: "While you've been asleep, I've tried to learn all about magic on this side. This chain could be an unexpected key to getting everything. I want everything you do. I want to give our mama an easy life. I want Amity at our side."

Luz: "Revenge on Lilith?"

Luz felt a familiar rage rising. But she didn't know why. She hadn't thought of Lilith until just then. That's when she understood her connection to the empress.

Empress: "Maybe I was hasty about that? But I know you haven't forgiven her for what she's done. I am you, after all. She got her sister back while we've got nothing. She's cursed her own sister and used us as a human shield. She gets to be with Eda. Meanwhile, you beat Belos and can't even go back to mami."

Luz: "It's because of you. All of this is your fault!"

Empress: "Us. Tell me something, does mama love you or me?"

Luz: "Me! I'm her daughter. You're just something I picked up on the Isles."

Empress: "So, she never met me? Yet, she sent you away to be someone else. It's not my fault you can't be with her. My existence isn't the reason you can't face her, is it? It's because you're too much, even for her.

But what about Amity?"

Luz: "You made me watch you terrorize everyone. You didn't leave her a choice."

Empress: " I gave her everything. She had our trust and love. But when she cast us out, she knew it was you. She was talking to you."

Summoning illusions, that night was replayed in front of them.

Empress: "When she was holding the staff, she knew it was you. Like you said, if she wanted to keep you, she could've. But once again, you were too much for her to handle.

That's two loved ones that cast us...sorry, you away. Should I even mention the others? Eda, King, Willow,  and Gus? They loved you, too, didn't they? But that wasn't enough, was it? You might hate me, but they fear you, too. They didn't stand up for you, either. Their love didn't save you. Those were your final moments with them. Your love for them wasn't enough to keep you together. "

Noceda was silent, letting those words sink in.

Empress: "Right now, I've got a plan. As I've explained, refusing to work alongside me won't help anything."

She tossed the key over to Luz.

Empress: "Right now, you've got two choices. You can keep fighting me and lead us both to our deaths? Or you can stop trying to hold me back and work towards getting it all back?"

Luz walked slowly towards the door.

Empress: "If you want to waste what's left of your energy on the former, I can promise you this. Our last moments won't be yours."

Luz: " You'd like it if I disappeared, wouldn't you? Just like me?"

Empress: "Our body can't go on like this much longer. By the time you disappeared, I wouldn't have much longer. Even if I made it back, they wouldn't trust me. I wouldn't even get the chance to atone. Despite what you think, we need to work together to make this work!"

The two stared at each other. The existence of magic, witches, and demons didn't make this any less weird.

Luz: "You said, we can have it all. How do I know you don't mean, just you?"

Empress: " We were living out our fantasies on the Boiling Isles. Mama thought they were holding us back from reality. But magic is a reality. You're holding me back because you think I'm a monster of tyranny. How are you so sure you're not wrong? Like mom? Luz Noceda is the most powerful witch in the Boiling Isles. That's the reality she never saw. But we can show her that. Together, we can make her proud. With me, we can have everything. With you, we might be able to share it?"

Luz fidgeted with the key in her hands.

Empress: "If you unlock that door, you're agreeing to embrace my plan. There's no other way to put it. But neither of us have much other choice, anyways. It'd be a new level of dense for you to refuse just because."

Luz inserted the key into the hole. She wanted to know something before turning it.

Luz: "How would being back on the Isles help mama?"

Empress: "Remember Belos last words? This world has much to offer. So much power. It is our job as humans to fulfill our destiny. It's our turn to fulfill ours. I figured out what he meant. I even improved on his day of unity. We'd have more than we could ever want. Prosperity that'd never run out, no matter how much we shared. We can and will give our family and friends what they deserve. Happiness. A life where our mom would never cry again. Amity wouldn't ever hide who she really is. No one would ever have to cry again. But that life only comes if their fearless Luz steps up. Belos' fate sealed ours. But it wasn't so we'd have nothing. Our fate is to claim everything, together."

Luz: "You're laying that on pretty thick, aren't cha?"

Empress: "I know, every day since we've been back, you've felt powerless. This is a cruel fate to live through. But, if you think about it, this is still your time to shine. Just like in those PG fantasies of yours, Luzura! At your lowest, will you rise back up? Like any chosen one worth their salt? I suppose, the only one who would know you didn't; would be me."

Luz Noceda, the former good witch in training, finally turned the key.

The empress finally cracked a smile.

Empress: "That's the right decision."

Luz woke up in an alleyway with a hot dog lying next to her.

The empress Luz appeared as a hallucination. She gestured towards a dumpster nearby. Inside, Luz found a baseball.

Empress Luz: "I've been storing that close for a while now. Until we get our strength back, we should keep it on us, at all times."

Luz picked up the hot dog, wrapped in aluminum, and began digging in.

Feeling large wads of cash in her pockets, she made her way towards the streets.

Luz: "What now?"

Empress: "Take a look inside the store next to you. I think you'll find our heading."

She peered through the window of a book store. Right there, a shelf filled with the newest release.

From the author of the "Good witch, Auzura".

Empress: "Build up your strength and work on not being recognized. If something becomes too hard for you, I'll step in. Remember, we can fix this together!"

Luz pressed her forehead against the cold glass. That phrase was a poignant reminder of how far away she was from who she used to be.

The empress placed one ghostly hand on Luz's shoulder.

Empress: "It's okay. If anyone could do this, it's us. It's always Luz Noceda."

She returned to the alley to pick up her things. While she finished her breakfast, the empress fixated on the shackle on her ankle.

She knew what buttons to press. Physically, Luz Noceda was being brought to pieces. Emotionally, she was demoralized by the cruel twist of fate. She had become so numb, the empress knew all she had to do was wait. Wait until her spirit was an easy blow out.

Now, in every sense of the word, Luz Noceda was broken!

Author's note: I wanted to show how these two might have "compromised" on working together. I once asked the creator of the "Broken!Luz AU" about the empress as a character. I've tried to stay as close to the creator's vision for her, as I could. But that brings me to this point. My additions to the AU are non canon. Take them with a grain of salt.

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Be my Valentine?

First fic!! There may be a part two if y'all want..

Pairing: Awkward! Calum and Y/N

You and Michael doubled over in laughter, tears rolling down your face as Luke strutted down the hallway towards you. His hand was on his hip, your old stilettos on his feet, a 5sos crop top revealing his stomach, and an unforgettable pair of booty shorts on.

 Ashton put on a manager's voice through stifled giggles. “Oh, no. Go back to hell Jessica! I've already told you, booty shorts are so last summer.”

 Luke managed to not to laugh, and instead pouted with his stained pink lips. “But baby! Doesn't my butt look poppin’?” he asked, turning around and bending slightly down so we could get a better look at how much was showing.

Michael made a yelping sound and moved his hand in front of his face so he could block his not-so-pleasant view. “Jesus Christ, can you put that thing away?”

“Oh, please, Michael. You wouldn't be saying that if it was Y/N wearing those,” Luke teased. He had always teased the boys about wanting to get together with you, but you had never let it get to your head. After all, the boys were just your friends.

“Excuse me?” you pretended to be offended, “- I would never wear something so 2017.” You turned the conversation back onto Ashton’s critiquing of Luke’s outfit so the boys would be too preoccupied with laughing to notice you weren't. You wanted to reflect for a second on how lucky you were to be here with these boys.

When you had met Aston in primary school, you never expected he would become your best friend. You never expected him to introduce you to three other boys who would become new best friends to you, but here you were. The boys often looked at you like a little sister and treated you like one, too, but you were only a few months younger than Luke- a few months Luke would never let you forget.

   He was constantly teasing you and would never stop cracking jokes. The fans thought of you two as twins since you two got your first piercing together. Luke had long taken his lip ring out, but you kept your septum ring in most of the time. You loved the memory of it. You loved the day that you and Luke came home to the boys with the piercings and how much they freaked out, going absolutely crazy about the new “holes in your face”.

 Ashton was the complete opposite of thrilled when he saw. Sure, it looked nice and all, but do you know what you just did?! “I promised your mother I would take care of you. This is not me taking care of you!” he had exclaimed and made you apologize to your mother (after he had apologized 10 times, of course).

Mikey, on the other hand, was absolutely ecstatic when he saw. He insisted that now you had joined the “Cool-Guy Club" with him, so Luke asked if he had joined too. Spoiler alert- Michael said no. Michael was like the wild best friend. He spoke his mind and didn't care what others thought which was an easy to admire quality. However, there were also times where he acted like he didn't care at all even if he did. You had watched many of his relationships end because of it.

Calum was the one you talked to the least, but still a close friend. He was often very quiet and shy, but came alive on stage. Many of the fans had labeled him as “thoughtful" or “wise", and they weren't wrong. Cal liked to keep to himself and only added on to a conversation when he had something important to say. It was a trait you didn't have.

 Sure, you could stay quiet, but it wasn't because you were waiting to say something interesting; you had learned to stay quiet since the boys were always doing interviews or videos for the fans and you didn't want to interrupt.

 “Boys! You're on in 10-" one of the men who worked with the boys froze in his tracks as he eyed Luke up and down. “You know what, I'll stall for 15 minutes. Go get ready,” he sighed defeatingly.

 The boys eventually got on stage, although about 20 minutes later than planned. The cheers were something you could never get used to hearing. You sang along with them and mimicked their crazed expressions. Every now and then, one of the boys would look over to you and laugh until Michael started to speak into the mike.

 “Dammit Y/N! I'm trying to play here!” he laughed and the crowd yelled even louder than normal at the mention of you; the boys’ right hand. The fans knew they didn't go anywhere without you so they usually referred to you as the fifth member. They knew you also helped with songwriting and had even written some of the band’s most popular songs.

 But that didn't mean that all the fans loved you. There were plenty of fans who despised you for the relationship you had with the boys. They hadn't deemed you worthy enough of their attention, but here you were anyway, powering through the hate comments. Like any other female that was close to 5sos, there were many hate accounts made especially about you. Sure, what they said hurt. A lot. But you had the support of the boys to keep you going.

After another amazing concert from the boys, they ran off stage. Ash even tried hugging you with his sweaty arms, to which you responded by running away from him and straight into Calum.

Immediately the smell of his cologne filled your nose, but you forced yourself to back up. You mouthed the word “sorry" to him, but then decided to make the best of the situation and pulled him in for another embrace. “Mmm, Calum’s hugs are so wonderful!” you announced, hoping to annoy Ashton.

Calum seemed to get the hint because he nervously placed his hands on your back, only using a small bit a pressure to press you into his chest as if he was afraid to hurt you. “Man, Y/N I really wanted a hug from you. So nice!” he bragged to an infuriated Ashton.

You pulled away from the hug and Calum weakly smiled at you before his arms retreated back to his side. Turning back to Ashton, you stuck your tongue out at him.

 “I'm starving, dude. How about we go eat somewhere?” Michael asked, turning to you with a pouty face. “Please?”

You were usually the one who had to out their foot down when it came to the boys spending money, but you didn't see how a little dinner could hurt. Besides, you were pretty hungry too, so you nodded at him.

“Oh, yeah! Time to feast!” Michael exclaimed along with cheers from the other boys.

Maybe this wasn't a good idea.

The five of you entered the not easily selected restaurant with frowns on all of your faces except for Luke, who was giddy from having win the rock-paper-scissors championship you had had in the car as a way of choosing a place to eat. Upon your arrival, the waitress told you that a table of five wasn't available, but that you could have a booth if you wanted. You eyed the hungry boys and decided sooner was better than later.

Once you were led to the booth, Ashton frowned. “Who's going to be 3 to a seat and who's going to be 2?”

“Another rock-paper-scissors war?” Luke let his swelled ego show.

You all agreed to it, but the results were not in your favor. Luke and Michael got to sit together while you, Ashton, and Calum ended up having to squeeze next to each other. For some reason, Ashton thought having you in the middle was an amazing idea, so here you were- squished between Ashton Irwin and Calum Hood. From a fangirl’s point of view, this would be heaven. From your point of view, it was hell.

You all ordered your drinks, but as they came to the table you realized you couldn't really move your arms to reach it. Calum, who was sitting on the open end of the booth, ended up having to grab your food and drinks for you.

“Thanks, Cal. I'm sorry I can't reach; it's not easy being short!”

The quiet boy smiled sheepishly at you and went to out his hand back down before realizing that he accidentally put his hand on your thigh. “Shit, Y/N! I'm so sorry! It was a complete accident. I swear I'm not a perv-"

His rambling were cut off my your unusually weakened voice. “It's- It's completely fine!” You were caught entirely off guard by his hand- his warm, gentle hand… Stop Y/N! There was an undeniable tingle it had given you, a feeling you longed to have again. But it wasn't because Calum! It must've been a long time since you've gotten laid, that's all. Nothing to do with one of your closest friends.

For the rest of the meal, Calum was quiet and so were you. The boys expected it from Cal, but it was a complete surprise from you.

 “Y/N!!! Why won't you talk to me?!” Luke whined.

 “Because, Luke, she doesn't like you.” Michael said as if it was common knowledge.

“What? And she likes you? I'm her best friend!” Luke threw a fry at Michael, to which Michael threw a fry back and started a food war. Sadly, the war was ended before a winner was selected due to you guys getting kicked out of the restaurant.

Calum sighed. “Why don't we just go home a watch a movie before any of you get us banned from another restaurant,” he huffed, glaring at the initiate.

“Amazing idea! Can we stop at the store to get some food for the movie?” you looked at Calum with puppy eyes.

He didn't meet your gaze, and instead looked in the opposite direction. “Sure. I guess- I guess we can make a stop.”

 After getting kicked out of another store (trust me, you don't wanna know), you guys finally arrived home. Ashton put the chosen horror film on as you made the guys popcorn. Ashton had you sit next to him once again with Calum and Michael in other chairs and Luke on the ground.

 Shortly after the movie started, you noticed what you thought to be someone staring at you. You tried to look in the direction of those eyes, but you couldn't see anything. The only people there were Luke and Cal, but none of them were looking at you. You decided it was just the movie getting to you. Until it happened again and you swore you saw Calum’s brown eyes looking at you. Before you could meet his eyes, Calum quickly turned his head away from you and back at the movie. After that, no matter how many times you glanced in his direction, you never caught staring again. You decided not to try again, but the temptation was too powerful. You looked again and saw he was sleeping. Unfortunately for you, Luke was not.

 “Y/N, I know I'm hot, but please stop staring,” he teased.

 “What?” Ashton asked. He was always protective when it came to you maybe having a crush on one of the boys.

“Nothing, Ash. Luke's just full of himself,” you teased back.

Soon enough, all the boys had fallen asleep so you decided it was time to go back home. You didn't love far, but you also didn't want to sleep at the boy's house without invitation.

As you grabbed your keys, a tired voice startled you. “Where’re you goin’?”

“Home, Cal,” you couldn't help but smile at how how words slurred together in a sleepy mess.

“It's pretty late. Are you sure you want to walk down there? You know you could always stay here,” he offered, getting up from the chair and walking towards you. He rubbed at his eyes as if to make him more awake.

“It's okay Calum-"

“You know it's what Ashton would want,” he interrupted you with a point you knew would agree with .

“Well….if you think that's what I should do…”

“It's what- It's whatever you want. You don't need to do it because I said so or anything. I'll even walk you home, just let me grab my coat and keys and-”

You cut him off with a kiss on the cheek. It was nothing special; you did it to the rest of the boys, but you had never done it to Calum. “Thanks for the concern, Cal, but I'll be fine. I'd like to sleep in Ash’s bed. It's payback time!”

It took Calum a few seconds, but he finally found his voice over his flushed cheeks. “Payback? What did he do?”

“Had drunk sex in my bed,” you shrugged your shoulders. You were mostly over it, but you weren't going to pass up an opportunity to get back at him for it.

 Calum openly laughed, something he didn't do often. You smiled at his crinkled eyes and wide smile; you decided you wanted to see more of it. “I'm not going to ask. You know where his room is, right? I'll be right next to your room if you need anything. Don't be afraid to ask, I probably won't be sleeping tonight. You know, songwriting and all. And now I'm rambling again.  It's a tired thing. Well I'm actually going to go now so I can shut up. Sleep well, Y/N.” Calum awkward walked away as you giggled.

  Damn, you didn't realize it could be so nice around him. You realized you really wanted to get to know him better. The thought dominated your mind for the rest of the night until you fell asleep to an unrecognizable song Calum was singing in the room next to you.

 I love the light in your eyes and the dark in your heart

You love our permanent chase and the bite of our bark

We know we're classic together like Egyptian gold

We love us