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I said that I’d be doing voicing for some incorrect FEA quotes, and here they are!

All quotes from @incorrectfeaquotes. Special thanks for Mod Sully from the same blog for putting this into video form!

Kiwi: Part Six

A series based in Jamaica during the writing/recording of Harry’s new album.



The recording studio was smaller than Cal thought it would be.

From the outside, it really just looked like a regular house on the beachside. There were large bay windows that faced the water, which revealed a lounging area filled with several eclectic couches and a handful of acoustic guitars that hung on the walls.

They had spent most of the ten-minute walk in silence. Not the uncomfortable kind, by any means—but he could tell that there was something deeper going on in her mind, and he didn’t want to somehow made her feel pressured in any way.

He also couldn’t help but feel a tad bit nervous.

He couldn’t stop thinking about the words that she’d said back in the bar. Why did he like her? What was it about her that drew him to her so strongly, that made it so hard for him to just say goodbye and walk away?

The front of the beach house was adorned with a bright blue door that was decorated with a golden doorknob. There were several plants that hung off of the ceiling of the porch, and there were a few lounge chairs that had been set up. It was illuminated by a row of three lamps that hung from the ceiling, and the light of the moon reflected off of the water. The palm trees framed the home nicely—as Harry unlocked the front door and swung it open so they could head inside, she could smell the scent of rainclouds rolling onto the island.

“So this is where you hang out?” Cal asked, her eyes scanning the room as she walked inside. The front door opened right into the same sitting area she saw earlier with the bright colored couches and the acoustic guitars, except there were pictures that were hanging off of the walls which she didn’t see at first.

Some of them were abstract—colors and shaped that had been layered atop of each other in a way which made the artist feel something. Others were pictures: one of the Big Ben in London, another of the New York City Skyline, for example. It was an odd mix and match of art pieces, but they somehow went together perfectly.

“This is where I hang out…when you’re not dragging me around the island, that is,” he added, smiling. She couldn’t help but smile at his words, the unease that she had felt earlier already slightly dissipating.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it,” she teased back halfheartedly, walking deeper into the room. Harry watched her as she looked around, and he smiled at the way she seemed to genuinely look at every square inch of what was put in front of her.

Most people rushed through every second of their lives. She might have been the only person he’d ever met who actually preferred to be at a stand-still.

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#5 - Your Child Misses Him

Ashton:

You were walking back up the hallway, towards yours and Ashton’s bedroom when you heard the quiet whimpering coming from your son’s room. You frowned, pushing the door open far enough so you could see into the dark room. You’d checked on him just before your shower and he had been sleeping peacefully.

You crossed the floor, sitting down on the side of the five year olds bed, feeling your heart clench at the way your little boy had curled himself up under the duvet.
“Jakey?” You murmured softly, pulling the blankets away from him. He looked up at you, his face red and his eyes puffy, tears still streaking down the sides of his cheeks. “Oh baby, what’s wrong?”

Jake sniffed, running the back of his hand under his nose as he struggled to catch his breath enough to talk. You reached out for him but he shuffled back towards the wall, shaking his head.
“Want Daddy,” He whimpered.
“Jake, Daddy isn’t here baby,” You told him, biting your lip softly as your little boy shook his head again.
“I jus want Daddy.”

Ashton had left for tour only last week but Jake already wasn’t coping; he was old enough now to realize that Ashton wasn’t going to be home for months at a time but still too little to really understand why. He didn’t want to share his Daddy with the rest of the world, he wanted him to be here all the time, whenever he needed him.
“We can call him in the morning,” You suggested, giving him a small smile. “Would you like that?”
“Call Daddy?”
“Ahuh, we can call him before you go to school in the morning,” You opened your arms up for him again. “Until then can Mummy have a cuddle?”
Jake shuffled back over the bed until he was crawling into your lap, wrapping his arms tight around your neck while he pressed his face into the crook of your neck. You could feel his tears on your skin and it broke your heart having your little man be so upset.

Keeping your arm tight around his body you grabbed the teddy bear off the bed, standing up and moving back towards your own room. Hopefully letting him sleep in the bed with you and Ashton’s pillow would tide him over until you could call Ash in the morning.

Luke:

You looked away from the pot of pasta on the stove when you heard your daughter sigh, her face pressed up against the glass of the window. She’d taken to standing there every evening, hoping to see Luke coming up the driveway just like he always did at dinner time. It didn’t matter how many times you tried explaining to her that Daddy was away for a month the eight year old still held out hope that she’d see him soon.
“Maddy,” You called out to her softly, giving her a smile as she turned around. “Dinner’s almost ready, can you go wash up please?”
“Is Daddy coming home for dinner?”
“No baby, Daddy went away with your uncles, remember?”
“But that was so long ago,” She pouted, her blue eyes swimming with unshed tears. “Why isn’t he back yet?”
“He’ll be back in a week and a half, it’ll go quick I promise.”
“But I want Daddy to be here now.”
“I know you miss him baby, I do too but he’ll be home before you know it.”
“No!” She stomped her foot on the floor and you were slightly taken aback by the hostility in her voice. “He needs to come home now!”
“Maddison,” You warned. “Throwing a tantrum isn’t going to bring him home any faster, can you please just go and wash up for dinner.”

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Nerd | [Part Five.]

Summary: Where Luke is pretentious and Y/N is a nerd.

Warning: PG-13

word count: 2594

{Part One.} {Part Two.} {Part Three.} {Part Four.}

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It had been a lonely week, surprisingly Luke hadn’t been to school.. all week, sure most people skipped, but as much as a ‘bad boy’ Luke was, he never skipped, and the more I pestered his friends where he was, the quieter they got.

“Just tell me!” I whined stopped Calum in the hallway, blocking his path, His jaw was tight and he avoided eye contact, I could see he was about to tell me something, I knew I could get the details out of him.

“It’s not my story to tell Y/N.” He shook his head, trying to get past me, I was close to tears, I just wanted to know what happened, why wasn’t Luke showing up? where had he gone?

“Cal..” My voice cracked putting my hand on his arm just as the second bell rang.

“No.” He said more to himself, “When Luke comes back, he can tell you.”

“When will he come back?! Why am I so in dark about this? He needs to get his grades up for football, Where is he even?” Now a tear had escaped my eye but I quickly wiped it away, hoping Calum didn’t see it.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” His face softened, walking around me.

I sighed, looking at the ground, I was so frustrated, seeing him not in his seat the first day made me a little disappointed and I didn’t really know why, but I blew it off, then the second day… and then the third day, where all of his friends had sorrow looks of concern all lunch as I questioned them, but not one direct answer.

And I hated to admit it, but I was Used to his annoying attitude, and pointless arguments, the way he spun his pen in his hand in boredom, just the little things he did, it felt lonely without him in the seat next to mine, to have my personal space invaded more than once a day.

Plus, I had no one to protect me, and the people had been taking advantage of that, to getting shoved in a dumpster, to getting tripped, and Etc.

“Where’s your boyfriend Y/L/N?” The girl giggled, her friends laughing along, I kept my head down, staring at the empty seat int he corner of my eye.

Don’t listen to them.

I whispered to myself, but I knew as much as these girls, where was Luke?

“Did he get tired of you not putting out?”

Tightening my grip on my pencil, He wasn’t even my boyfriend.

“Or did mister bad boy realize he didn’t need to protect you anymore? that you were dragging him down the social latter, he probably killed himself-”

“He’s fine!” I yelled turning around in anger facing the girls, but I was more or less telling myself, that, what if Luke really had… . No, he wouldn’t.

After that day I refused to think any further about that topic, and I was going to get some answers.

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I had a nervous sweat on the top of my forehead, and my rib cage felt restricted, that was a bad idea, I was going to get caught, and never make it to my dream college, okay clearly I was over thinking this but still.

I had just broken into the principal’s office, to get Luke’s files I honestly I was surprised with myself to be able to lock pick his door after two minutes of nervous sweating and contemplating turning around and running away.

Luke’s file mostly consisted of fights, and unnecessary violence from what it sounded like, and of course: his address.

I was reaching a whole new level of stalking.

Turns out he only lived a ten-minute walk away from my house, ugh why hadn’t I just asked Calum where he lived? it would have saved me a whole lot of anxiety.

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The doorbell rang from inside, and I heard a rough voice call “Coming!” as I was met with a shorter version of Luke. . and much older, this must be his Dad.

“Uh hi-”

“Sorry I’m not buying anything, nor do I want to join your church.”  as he started to shut the door on me.

“No! uh is Luke here?” I winced when what seemed to be Luke’s father slammed the door on foot, as I felt like crying out in my pain, my foot burning.

“Oh, well Luke is grounded from seeing any of his little girlfriends, sorry.” Yet again, Luke’s father started to close the door.

“No, I’d never be his girlfriend!” I spoke my mind and then blanched in embarrassment processing my own words, “I mean your son is attractive and all but not AT ALL my type, honestly he’s the nicest… Nevermind! anyway, I have his homework and stuff, and I was really wanting to talk to him about a project in English.” I didn’t even have English with Luke, but I was desperate at this point to talk to the rude blonde.

“Come on in.” His dad sighed, opening the door fully, and from my viewpoint, I could see a kitchen, and a staircase, the house being very quiet besides’s what looked like football was on the T.V

“He’s in his bedroom, through that doorway, are some stairs to his room in the basement.” Luke’s father pointed to a stained white door next to another doorway to what looked like a half-bath, they had a big house for it to be so empty.

“Thank you mister Hemmings.” I smiled thankfully, hauling my heavy backpack with all of Luke’s homework, and his mighty big folder that should belong in the principles office right now.

Opening the door I was immediately greeted with a non-carpeted staircase, of stained normal wood boards, and it made me questions Luke’s choice of a bedroom, I walked down the stairs, it was pretty dim and smelled like Luke, and I couldn’t help the butterflies that filled my tummy, because of not smelling Luke’s scent for a week now.

“Lu-” I paused seeing a king sized bed with a unmoving figure laying half naked, his physique laying lazily, as his chest gently rose and fell, but what caught my attention were the scars on his chest and stomach, and his face.

I dropped my backpack, making my way over to his bed, the more I got closer, the more bruises and scratches I was able to see, my mouth hanging open in shock, and I now realized why he was staying home.

I sat down on the corner of his bed hesitantly, “Luke.” I shook his shoulder gently, I felt bad for waking him up, but I’ve been waiting a week for a straight forward answer.

“Y/N? What the fuck are you doing here?” His voice husky with sleep, his eyes squinted from sleep and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion a shy bit of anger.

“Yeah… I-I-I got your homework . .  . yeah.” my eyes trailed away from his left eye which looks like it used to almost look swollen shut, but looked pretty healed now.

“You know I was coming back to school tomorrow anyway …” as He sat up he rolled his eyes,  wincing slightly but quickly changed his composure hoping I didn’t notice.

“What Happened?” I asked, he was just wearing boxers, maybe if he wasn’t injured I would be ogling over him, but I was concerned about what happened more.

“It’s a long-”

“A long story? yeah, I’ve been told that the last week from your friends.” I spoke monotony, he looked away from me, bringing his hand up to rub his eyes, “I only play 21 questions Y/N, with someone I’m sleeping with.”

“So Look I’m not in the mood-” He started out saying standing up.

“That’s going to get infected if you don’t change the bandages.” I interrupted my finger barely grazing the side of his hip that had a white cloth bandaged that was taped to his side, clearly didn’t use a first aid kit very often, but what normal person used a first aid kit averagely?

I had already started to reach for my backpack, Luke trying to explain why 'He didn’t want my help’ but I wasn’t about to listen to him when he clearly needed help.

“Y/N stop! I’m fine, seriously! I don’t want your help.” Luke grabbed my wrist stopping me from peeling back his old bandage, which he really needed to change before he got worse, how come his dad hasn’t taken him to the hospital?

“But you need my help.” I glared him down, Luke sat down at the edge of his bed, he looked exhausted even after his nap, I didn’t blame him though as I pulled out disinfecting spray on from my small carry on first aid kit.

My dad was in a strange gambling system when I was younger and I’d always 'Patch him up’ with my little hello kitty bandages and kiss his boo boo’s when I was younger, I missed my dad, he probably got into more trouble than he could handle, and ran away .  . . that’s what I like telling myself remembering the good times with my dad but my brother say’s he ran away with a prostitute to Vegas or something, and even after all these years I kept a first aid kit on myself.

“WHAT THE FUCK.” Luke hissed out in pain standing up and walking a few paces away from the bed as I sprayed the disinfectant on his wound.

“Stop being a baby and come here,” I complained reaching out and grabbing his arm pulling him towards back where he was sitting, our legs now touching.

“Don’t touch me with that demon spray ever again.” He grumbled taking the small bottle away from me just for good measure, I shook my head smiling softly but then focusing on the deep cut on his side.

“Dear Lord Luke.” I wasn’t so sure I wanted to ask anymore.

“Why do you keep the first kit on you anyway?” Luke questioned.

“Who attacked you?” I questioned back muttering back my own response to busy trying not to hurt him as I wiped gently at the edges seeing him flinch every so often as we both became silent.

“Only Y/N Y/L/N would carry  a first aid kit.” He laughed lightly shaking his head as well, his laugh did things to me I didn’t want to describe, why did he have so an effect on me when he didn’t even like me?

“I got in a fight over you..” Luke said abruptly, I paused looking up in confusion at his baby blue eyes, that looked a little bit guilty.

“What? Why?!” sitting up fully, I crossed my arms, why would he need to fight? especially over me?

“That guy Kevin kept on saying crap in my biology class, and then kept on saying he could easily shag you and other stuff when he shouldn’t even be saying that stuff you know?” Luke shrugged awkwardly, “And I shouldn’t have been listening to him, but his words got to me and I threw the first punch, and then yeah … I got suspended, but after I left school his friends decided they wanted to get even with me.” Luke looked away from my tense gaze, I blinked a few times staring a the boy before me, he seriously just did this because they said some bullshit?

“And I got Ash and Michael to threaten the class to not post anything so you wouldn’t get mad, you’re a little scary you know that?” He laughed shaking his head, my eyes studied him, He looked upset with himself, and he looked like he hadn’t shaved since he’s been gone from school his chin prickled with a stubble and his body covered in scars he had gotten from fighting over me.

The girl who didn’t have any friends until now, the girl who knew more about school then what was cool in this day in age, the girl who was a nerd.

In a way it made sense, but on the surface it nothing but confusing, But Luke looked simple on the outside but was nothing but confusing on the inside, maybe I liked him because he was different, he didn’t praise me for being smart, everyone thought it was amazing that I could solve a math problem easily, when I felt like I had more problems on the inside but no one saw past that, but I felt like Luke saw that, he saw past peoples lies and got straight to the point.

I felt light headed from all this thinking, and especially how my small crush on the blonde jerk made everything so much more … complicated.

“Y/N?” Luke waved his hand in front of my face as he bit his lip slightly.

“S-Sorry.” I shook my head as if I shook my head enough all these feelings and thoughts would go away.

“ … What now?” He whispered, Luke kept on glancing at me nervously, I never seen him like this, he was normally confident.

I didn’t know how to answer, it made sense why Kevin walked in with a bruised cheek the other day or how people kept on looking at me weirdly, and how Kevin’s gang of friends kept on picking on me before one of Luke’s friends stepped in guiding me away from them.

I looked back at Luke his eyes soft and warm, changing to a cloudy blue his hair still tousled messily, and my feelings were all over the place yet again, whenever I wanted to tell Luke something the look on his face stopped me, and I was stuck in my thoughts unable to answer anything, the way his lip ring made him ten times hotter than I noticed before most of the time he went to school without it in, mostly because he normally got dragged to the principles office, the way his lips looked softer and irresistible, words didn’t describe my stomach flipping.

Before I could stop myself  I leaned forward slowly and kissed his cheek closing my eyes softly, as my lips lingered on his cheek longer than I wanted to admit, my eyes fluttered open I leaned away from him my face turning red, why did I do that?! I looked away from Luke’s face knowing I’d just become more embarrassed, I started putting away my first aid kit beside’s the dressings for his hip that needed to be wrapped around his waist.

He laughed for a second, “Y/N, Look at me.” But I couldn’t bring myself to, I’d just become frozen in his gaze.

His fingertips touched my cheek turning my head, and I was met with his smile, he looked less tired than before.

“Thank you.” He leaned forward his own eyes shutting as I found myself shutting my eyes to his lips grazing mine and the butterflies in stomach went insane a part of me becoming content.

He leaned away from my face now bright red I guarantee, I found myself wishing he was kissing me again, wait.. we kissed?! shit.

“I-I should really go, um here’s your homework, and I-I Like you. Bye!” I tossed him his folder along with his homework, and ran up his staircase as fast as I could nearly tripping and falling down the wooden staircase, did I just tell him I liked him? Dear Lord Jesus kill me now!

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{Part Six}

I’m so Sorry I haven’t been updating, I had a fallout with my old friends since kindergarten bc they didn’t agree with me being bi, Made a whole new friend group where I get treated like a princess, and get called babe, Made a Youtube channel with them, run a meme account, and now I’m enrolling in a school.. so, that happened.

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Maven and Cal as kiddies please

OH HELL YEAH!!!!! GATHER ROUND FOR PRECIOUS STORY TIME ((: 

All the Lights We Cannot See

It was surprisingly warm in the palace for an early spring night. Normally a lingering chill would still hang in the air, raking skeleton fingers down people necks as they slept. Maven wasn’t entire sure if he hated that, or this more. This sweltering blanket of humidity and heat that seemed to suffocate him as he slept. He couldn’t sleep in this heat, and it bothered him, because he was tired and he wanted nothing more than to sleep. 

He heard a creak from somewhere near his desk, and sitting up quickly he pulled the blankets up to hide behind and glanced fearfully at the corner. A part of the stone wall had been pushed away to reveal a shadowy figure standing there. He opened his mouth to scream, but the shadow spoke quickly, a voice he knew well. 

“Don’t scream, it’s me, Mavey!”

Slowly, he dropped his sheets, and the watched as his brother appeared in the sliver of moonlight that the curtains allowed. He was dressed in his sleeping clothes as well, but his feet were bare. Maven rubbed at his eyes, upset that he had been scared and then grumbled, “What do you want? It’s too early to be up Cal.”

“Uncle Julian told me that the sky’s going to be awake tonight… I thought you would want to see it.”

Julian Jacos, their uncle, a man he knew his mother despised. He wasn’t sure why yet, and whenever he asked, his mother always snapped that he was too young to know. Five was more than old enough in his eyes though to know these things. 

The mattress sank down next to him as Cal pulled himself up onto it. He sank back on his heels once he was there and then smiling widely at Maven, he said, “I’m going up to the North Tower to watch. But I wanted to see if you wanted to come too.” 

Maven narrowed his eyes, deep in thought for a toddler, and then said, “But won’t we get in trouble?” 

Cal made a noise with his lips that was half between a raspberry and a sigh, and sounded oddly like a horse. He crossed his arms and then teased, “Where’s the adventure in just sitting here. Come on Mavey, let’s go!”

Maven frowned, certain that if they got caught, his mother would not be happy that he was sneaking around the palace in the early hours of the morning, even if it was Cal’s idea. He would get in trouble simply for agreeing to go along. But Cal’s eyes were so pleading, and it couldn’t have been that bad if he got all the way to the nursery room from his own all by himself. Cal had left the nursery a few months ago, after it had been determined that he was old enough to sleep on his own. Maven had heard his mother talking to the nurse about it the day before Cal’s things were moved. He remembered that day very well. Cal had stood in the doorway to the nursery, looking back at Maven for a few minutes, his eyes sad as he took in his younger brother standing in the middle of the room alone. They had always shared a room it seemed, and this would be the first time they were separated. Maven hadn’t been sure how to feel. Although it annoyed him that his brother was always full of energy and never seemed to sleep, he would miss their late night games, when they had jumped from bed to bed, pretending they were spies for the Iral family, infiltrating mysterious courts that they made up. He would miss sitting with Cal underneath a bed sheet reading by the light of a strange cylinder that Cal had found. He would miss their hide and seek games that they played by the light of the moon. Maven wouldn’t admit it, but he only felt like a child at night, when Cal shook him awake and told him that the nurse had finally gone to bed, and the palace was asleep. He’d grin wildly and then shove his blankets back before leaping up to join whatever game he and Cal would come up with. 

“Fine, but if we get caught again, I’m telling my momma that it was all your idea.”

Cal grinned, not at all fazed by the thought of Elara Merandus. He leaped off the bed, and Maven couldn’t help but smile as well as he grabbed his robe and slipped it on. Cal was waiting by the strange opening in the wall, and the minute Maven was in arm’s reach, he grabbed his hand and pulled him in before pushing the wall back into place. 

(//)

The North Tower was on the other side of the palace from the nursery. Cal’s rooms were much closer to it, and for that reason, Maven felt a little bit of joy at the fact that Cal had gone all the way across the palace to get him. It had been tricky getting back across though. Cal had apparently timed his escape from his room perfectly, because he hadn’t run into any Sentinel patrols, but on the way back across, they had run into almost every one of them. A few times, Cal had shoved Maven into the curtains and had ducked in after. They had listened to the sound of the guard’s boots as they passed, and as soon as the hallway was quiet, they had burst into fits of giggles. After a particularly close call, Cal had turned to Maven and whispered, “Looks like we could be spies for the Iral’s after all, huh Mavey?” They had giggled about that, and then hurried out into the hallway again before making a mad dash for the steps up to the top of the North Tower. 

Now standing at the top, Maven felt a little lightheaded as he looked out the window at the drop below them. He gulped and then scrambled back toward Cal who was trying to pull on a chain and open the door that was in the ceiling. 

“Are you sure we’re allowed up here?” Maven asked hesitantly as he glanced out the window at the lights of Summerton below them. Cal shrugged in response and then gave a particularly hard tug on the rusted chain. It groaned and the door opened slightly. Panting with exertion, Cal pulled again to keep opening it and said, “No one comes up here, so I’m sure we’ll be fine.”

Maven thought of the palace far below them and then crossing his arms, he accused, “You took us into an out of bounds area again, didn’t you!”

Frowning, Cal glared at him and then said, “Don’t be dumb Mavey, if it were an out of bounds area, I wouldn’t have taken us here.”

“That’s what you said last time!” Maven cried as pushed Cal. Cal screeched as he fell backwards, his flame maker clicking against the stone as he hit the ground. The last time something like this had happened, they had been discovered by a Sentinel who had carried them by the backs of their shirts to their father who had reprimanded them for over an hour about how dangerous certain parts of the old palace were. Maven’s mother had given her own lecture afterward, one that Cal hadn’t been a part of, but one that Maven wouldn’t forget. How could he let Cal do this again?! His mother was going to be so angry. 

“Mavey look!” Cal cried as he pointed out the window, pulling Maven out of his spiraling thoughts about his mother. Cal scrambled to his feet, apparently forgetting the argument that was about to start, and then hurried to the window. Maven crossed his arms and turned his back on whatever Cal was looking at. He wanted to go back to the nursery, and he had half a mind to go there himself, but he didn’t have a perfected mental map of the palace. Not like Cal did. 

“Mavey, you’re going to miss it.” Cal breathed, his voice soft and awestruck. Huffing in annoyance, Maven turned around to look out the window. Outside, hundred of bright lights were flashing across the sky. He blinked in surprise and then edged toward Cal who smiled at him and then said, “Uncle Julian told me that they’re falling stars.”

“That’s silly Cal, stars don’t fall.” Maven said as he huddled close to Cal. Wrapping an arm around his brother’s shoulders, Cal gave a sloppy wink and then said, “Come one Mavey, you can believe it at least a little bit, can’t you?”

Smiling weakly, all worry about his mother and being caught disappearing as Maven shrugged and then lifted his eyes back to the sky to watch the bright flecks of light shoot across the inky blue expanse. They were beautiful, like flames shooting across the sky, and for a moment it seemed like it was raining stars. 

Maven watched those lights for what felt like hours. After an hour though, Cal had slumped against the wall and fallen asleep. Maven had tried to wake him up again, but Cal had huffed and then slid down to the floor until he was curled up. He’d grumbled that he was wide awake, and had then dropped back off into sleep. Deciding that it was best to let him sleep, Maven had turned his eyes back to the light show above his head. As the dark blue of night began to bleed into the layers of pink and orange of morning, Maven felt his eyes grow heavy.The stars had stopped falling hours ago, but he had stared up at the remaining ones, thinking about how alone they must feel if all their friends fell to the earth. A light breeze stirred his hair, and with a yawn he sank down and then curled up against Cal. His brother sighed in his sleep and then rolled over and wrapped his arms around his brother. Maven snuggled deeper into his embrace in response. Sighing sleepily, he murmured, “Thanks for taking me to see the lights Cal.” 

He got a sleepy snort in response, and with a smile he closed his eyes and then let himself drift off into the sleep, where he was not at all displeased with the warmth anymore. 

Oh my god, listen, I cried a little writing this, cause I just kept thinking about Elara pulling away this part of baby maven and I was like, damn that bitch, they could have been such amazeballs brothers, and she just had to be a cold heartless bitch. Anywho, *wipes away tear*, I had so much fun writing baby Cal and Maven, in all honesty, I now want to write a little thing for them. God so many head canons so little time. XDDD Also shout out to frozen for giving me this idea, and the whole “the sky is awake” concept. (: 

Just a bit drunk

Authors Note: I was thinking of maybe doing a part 2 to this, but I am not sure. I hope you all enjoy it!  Xx
Other Shawn writing can be found HERE.


One, two, three drinks, four, all you can think about is drinking more, the taste of alcohol being something you have found to appreciate. There is something about the burn Vodka leaves in your throat as it is thrown down, that makes you feel so alive. 


You feel a familiar hand on your waist, immediately you turn around, your defences ready to kick in until you notice the familiar copper-colored eyes behind the tender touch. Your smile becomes broad, and you proceed to speak until you remember your current game of beer-pong. You hastily turn back around and throw the ping pong ball into your opponents cup, 

“Drink up, boy!” You happily announce, completely oblivious to your swaying state, and somewhat blurred vision. Your opponent huffs before taking the drink, removing the solo cup from the table before he composes himself, doing his best to keep a steady hand as he throws the ball, the ball bouncing off the side of the solo cup. 

You chuckle and stumble to clasp the ball as it bounces off of the floorboards.

“mm, ‘lright, I think it is time to cal it quits.” Shawns voice benevolent distracts you, your lips curve into a pout and you shake your head, launching the ball and missing the row of cups completely. 

“Damnit!” You exhale, your competitor grinning as he focuses the ball in his hand, aiming for one of your cups, striking the centre flawlessly. 

“Drink up, Y/N,” he chuckles proudly and you are forced to drink the beer. 

“Come on, I think you should come home with me.” Shawn snakes his arm around you, concerned as you place the empty cup down, the beer now settling into you. You shake your head, having no desire to walk away from the match that you are currently winning. 

“Shawn, I am winning.” You boastfully gesture towards the two cups left on the other side of the table. Your antagonist immediately rolling his eyes, determined that he isn’t going to lose to you for the third time. Shawn; however, is unamused by the fact that you are winning, and more concerned about your intoxicated state. “Let me win,” You smile, continuing the game.

With every cup your challenger manages to strike, you become more and more determined to get the ball in his last cup, the alcohol making it difficult as your vision continues to fade. 

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Fake? Pt.4 || C.H

LAST and FINAL part okay you guys, i promise! i hope u enjoy xx

WARNING; angry sex

I M A G I N E [SMUT]

“Y/N!” Your manager screeched at you when you bounced out the car once you guys made it at the hotel. You disregarded the fact that no guards were called to surround you before you entered. Realizing your fame and what’s at stake, you halted and turned around swiftly. 

“Calum, come over here,” you say simply, watching as Calum awkwardly leaves the car and stands in front of you. He rubs his right arm with his left hand, having you bite down on your lip from the sight of his muscles. “Put me in your Instagram story.”

Within a few minutes, you instructed Calum to hold up his phone in selfie mode as you posed. You morbidly got on your toes and gave Calum a kiss on his chubby cheek as he captured the moment. Sighing, you remove yourself from the Maori boy before you trudge into the hotel. The voices chanting your name began to fade away in your head as your guards guided you to your room. 

Slamming the door behind you, you lean your back against it and slide down to the beige-carpeted floor. With rage, you rip off all your accessories from your body. The Gucci earrings and the Prada bracelets roll away on the ground from where you’ve thrown them. Letting out another frustrated sigh, you sink your face into your hands and close your eyes. Within seconds, you felt urgent knocks behind you. 

“Who?” You asked harshly as you recovered yourself from the floor. 

“Who else?” Calum’s voice entered your ears. 

“The hell you want?” You responded bitterly, subconsciously unlocking all the locks of the door. 

“I just want to talk–” Calum began loudly as you opened the door. Introducing yourself to his vision, he lowered his voice. “..to you.”

“Then speak,” you muttered, feeling yourself flushing from his appearance. Calum had already changed into his lazy attire. With a pair of Adidas sweat pants and an old Nirvana shirt, he looked comfortable but in a hurry. 

“Look, Y/N, I didn’t mean to hit you with all those words, and that kiss, and the song–” he began but you reached your limit. 

“C’mere,” you mumble, grabbing his arm and pulling him into your suite. Slamming the door, you push him against it and glare up at him. “What the fuck was up with all of that?” 

“I-I just…” Calum stuttered a bit, having yourself laugh bitterly at how his cocky facade quickly dropped when it came to confrontation. “I didn’t realize how much I missed you until I saw you and we both agreed to do the stunt.” 

“Oh right, of course you missed me,” you said, rolling your eyes as you turned around and began walking away from Calum. “Because fucking another girl nonchalantly while you were with me totally showed how much you loved me. You’re such a loving boyfriend, Calum!” 

“Oh my fucking god, Y/N, your sarcasm really is a big flaw of yours,” Calum gritted through his teeth, forming his hands into fists. You turned around and giggled at seeing how hard Calum was acting. It was as if he was gonna hit you when you know he wasn’t. “I do fucking miss you– more than you want to believe.”

“Yeah?” Your sarcasm was practically dripping from your tongue. “And trying to get me back right after totally showed it, huh? No calls, no texts?” 

“You fucking blocked me, Y/N, what the fuck else was I supposed to do?” Calum growled. You turned around, feeling yourself heat up from anger as you shoved him on the chest. 

“You could’ve tried to contact me through one of the boys!” You yelled. Calum grabbed your shoulders and pushed you gently against the wall. He was seething now, his grip on your shoulders very strong and tight. 

“You made it clear that you wanted me to fuck off!” Calum shouted, his face 2 inches away from yours. “I wanted to fucking respect you and I did what you wanted! I left you alone and you seemed perfectly content with it!” 

“I wasn’t, you asshole!” You spat. “I wanted you to keep trying! I wanted to know that you kept trying because I was worth it! But obviously I wasn’t!”

“Y/N, you’re so fucking stupid right now, it’s driving me insane!” Calum yelled. His almond eyes were focused on yours, having your heart beat faster from its sudden change. It went from cowardice to lust. “I couldn’t get with another girl because the only girl in my head and my heart was you! It was all you! You were everything I saw, in every song I listened to, in every girl I greeted! You just couldn’t leave my damn life and I hate that I even let you leave!” 

“I don’t even believe you!” You rolled your eyes, attempting to squirm out of his grip. But his grasp on you was tight as his eyes darkened further with lust. 

“Then you’re gonna have to, Princess, because it’s all true,” Calum growled, having you grit your teeth. 

“Stop calling me Princess, fucking hell!” 

“Make me,” Calum began, his plump lips forming into a smirk. “–Princess.” Immediately, you grabbed his chubby face and smashed his lips onto yours. It was driving you insane when he was only inches from your face. The kiss he gave you earlier made you crave for more, but you thought it was all part of the stunt. But the way he forced his tongue into your mouth now made you think differently. 

“Calum,” you moaned into his mouth as your hands gripped the hem of his shirt. You began pulling it up, having Calum break the kiss to remove it. He smashed his lips back on yours once more as your hands began to trace his ‘MMXII’ on his chest. You felt Calum moan into your mouth as he held your waist to pull you closer. 

“Y/N–” Calum moaned, his voice raspy and muffled against your lips as he began to guide you to the bed. He picked you up hastily and dropped you on the bed, having him look at your body as you breathed quickly. Still stood up, Calum began unbuckling his belt. During that time, you decide to slip off your shirt and pants with your undergarments remaining untouched. 

“Do you have any..?” You began, your eyes looking into Calum’s as he shoved his hand into his back pocket. He fished out a plastic wrap, giving you a sense of relief as your heart continuously threatened to escape your chest. You watched as Calum pulled down his Tommy Hilfiger boxers to reveal his semi-hard member. 

“Give me a minute to–” Calum hitched his voice as his hand went down to his member. But you quickly sat up and grabbed his hand with both of yours. His hazel eyes met with yours, twinkling as you bit your bottom lip. 

“Allow me,” you said quietly, standing up to let him sit down at the edge of the bed. Getting on your knees, you felt the carpet hug them. Your eyes were finally leveled with Calum’s hard-on as you took it into your small hands. 

“Mmph,” Calum moaned, goosebumps rising all around his body as your cold touch felt him. With both hands wrapped, you beginning stroking his member up and down slowly. Small grunts escaped the Maori boy’s mouth as you gradually went faster. “P-please, Y/N, use your–” 

You blew a bit of air on Calum’s tip before you licked it gently with your tongue. A loud ‘fuck’ left Calum’s lips as you closed your lips around it. You felt his dick twitch slightly in your mouth as you put more of him in it. Taking in all you can fit, you began to swipe your tongue around it. Veins made your tongue go through a bumpy path as you continuously went up and down his member. 

“Are you humming? Fuck-!” Calum exclaimed as you sent vibrations down his member. You suddenly felt his large hand weave into your hair, pulling you off his dick quickly. You look up at him and pout, having pre-cum drip down your puckered lips and chin. “Sh-shit,” Calum muttered as your tongue cleaned off your face. 

“Did I do something wrong?” You asked innocently, having Calum flush as his hands cupped my cheeks. 

“With your sucking on my dick and that pretty face that you made as you did– I was gonna cum, baby,” Calum whispers as he planted a kiss on your forehead. “I wanted to cum while in you, so let’s get a move on, shall we?” 

“Okay,” you whispered back, taking Calum’s offered hands as he lifts you up to your feet once more. As you were trying to get on the bed though, Calum grabbed your hips and halted you. “Baby…?” 

“Your knees,” Calum said as both pairs of eyes fell to your knees. They were slightly rashed up from the carpet. His calloused hands rubbed down your thighs and to your knees, making you throb as his thumbs tapped on them gently. “I’m sorry.” As he apologized, he gently gave both knees a kiss before standing up and placing you on the bed. “Sit up, beautiful.”

“Mm,” you hummed, sitting up as Calum quickly attached his lips back on yours. You felt his hands fumble to your back, messing with the latch of your bra. You began to giggle at Calum’s attempts as he messed with your bra. “Babe–” you tried to detach from his lips, but he was craving for you. He wouldn’t stop kissing you until you pressed his pecks and pushed him back lightly. 

“Y/N?” Calum questioned, looking a little sad as you looked into those almond eyes of his. 

“Cal, it’s a front-latch bra,” you giggled, pointing at the latch between your breasts as Calum flushed. 

“Shush, I knew that,” Calum stubbornly mumbled before he violently took off the latch and ripped your bra from your body. He quickly pushed you back on the bed, having you squeal as your back once more touched the cotton sheets. Calum once more pressed his plump lips to yours as one of his hands grabbed hold of your right breast. You moaned into his mouth as he began tweaking with your pink bud. He quickly left your lips as he began tracing kisses from you cheek, down to your neck and collarbone. 

“Calum!” You screamed, encouraging Calum to go down to your left breast. Instantly, his lips latched themselves onto your nipple and your back arched with pleasure. “Ah, Cal– mph!” Your voice kept hitching as the pleasure was too immense and everlasting. Calum nibbled at your mound a bit as he swiped your perked bud with his tongue. 

“I can’t handle this anymore, I have to be inside you,” Calum growled as he ripped your soaked panties from your body. You squealed slightly at his sudden strength, watching as the pantie fell somewhere on the floor.

“You’re paying for that,” you sassed as Calum grabbed the condom and opened it. Chuckling, he slipped the moistened latex on his throbbing member as he bent down once more. 

“Will do, Princess,” Calum said with a smirk before looking you dead in the eyes. “Are you ready?” With a simple nod, Calum quickly slammed himself in you, having you shut your eyes and let out a moan. 

“C-alum!” You choked a bit, grabbing onto the bed sheets helplessly as Calum began thrusting inside you. Your moans became music to his ears as it never stopped. As you were, Calum was busy admiring you from above. He walked as your breasts jumped up and down from his thrusting, with your face full of pleasure and lust for him. It was so selfish of him, but at that moment, he realized how much he wanted you back. He wanted you all to himself so he can be absorbed in you and show you off to the world. He regretted the day that you were no longer his and wanted to savor this very moment if you didn’t take him back. 

“All mine,” Calum growled into your ear as he sped up his pace. 

“Calum– ah, shit!” You cried, pulling the sheets off of the bed as the bedframe began to creak. You couldn’t see, but you heard the headboard begin to hit the wall harshly. “I-I’m gonna–!” 

“S-same–” Calum groaned, having him grab the sheets besides your head as he increased his speed to as fast as he can go. But Calum finally hit it, and you felt yourself release all over his covered member. You felt jolts of his cum in his condom as it constantly spewed from his tip. “Y/N… Y/N…” The two of you were breathing hard as Calum removed himself from you and slipped off the condom. You crawled over to the headboard to see the wall now dented with a hole in it. You watch as bit of concrete was falling from the wall like a waterfall. 

“You’re paying for that,” you say with a laugh as you crawled under the covers. You watch Calum chuckle and throw the condom on the ground somewhere. He quickly joined you under the covers as he grabbed your chin and gave you a gentle kiss on the lips. 

“I’ll pay for it, I promise,” Calum said, giving you your favorite cheeky smile. “And your panties.” He winked at you and you couldn’t help but snort at him. You then sighed as your index finger rubbed against his feather tattoo. 

“Did… did she really not mean anything to you?” You whispered painfully, having Calum understand immediately who you were referring to. Calum quickly lifted your chin up so you met his gaze. His eyes were serious, with his jawline tensing up a bit. 

“She meant absolutely nothing to me,” Calum said truthfully. “If I’m being honest with you, I have no idea why I did what I did. But I have never regretted such a choice so much in my entire life. My heart literally hurt for you as you were no longer by my side. I hated it so much, but I knew you wanted to be away from me and I respected that. But I didn’t know you really wanted me to try for you and I simply gave up. I’m so sorry, Y/N, but if you give me another chance, I swear–” 

You quickly shut him up with a kiss. You swallowed his apology before detaching once more and giving him a small smile. Moving closer to him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your face against his chest. 

“Consider this your second chance,” you whispered against his chest before you closed your eyes. You felt Calum’s heart beat fast as he wrapped his strong arms around you and placed his chin on your head. Closing your eyes, you found yourself growing tired. 

“I love you,” Calum whispered before falling asleep. You blushed, feeling your heart skip too many beats. You pressed your lips against his chest, giving him a gentle kiss before smiling. 

“I love you, too,” you whispered before your eyes fluttered shut and you entered a deep slumber. 

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Donald Pierce x Reader

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Summary: You are a powerful mutant that had to leave everything behind.

It’s been so long since you could just stop for a second and breath in the fresh air. Your life has become a constant nightmare with no hope of waking up. Just a few years ago you buried your family, your friends, pieces of you that you’ll never forget. Still, you were here alive, partially alive with your thoughts full of grief and with your body full of drugs. Sedatives and everything that could keep you from waking up. Nobody did it to you to get revenge, the survivors of your family did that to save you. A friend who let the world to think that he destroyed hundredths of lives, but it was you. Now when you were spending time only inside your brain you loved to go back to the memories when you were happy, when you had your best friend who was probably dead or didn’t even care where were you for so many years.

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In My Dreams

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IT’S FINALLY HERE! I thought we could all use some MareCal fluff after King’s Cage. Mare is a jazz singer in the 20s and Cal comes to see one of her shows. Blood discrimination is alive and well, so reds are allowed to work in Silver establishments, but can’t eat there. Mare is a red, Cal is a silver, and mixed blood relationships are never in the public eye. (Cal’s not a Prince, and everyone has their abilities.)

Warnings: Only like a few swear words

~Cal~

       Hers was a voice that made you stop and listen with the first note from her mouth. It was a voice that started as a summer breeze, an innocent kiss, then the next thing you knew, you were walking through a hurricane.

       I lean back on the bar, taking a sip from my drink. The man working the bar couldn’t be older than eighteen, but he watches her performance with nothing but pride. “Never heard a dame who could sing like that.” I say to him. “I have. Almost my whole life, actually.” He responds, if reluctantly. “You know her?” I question, turning to him. “Yeah. We grew up together. Still friends today.” It isn’t hard to tell that he’s a red. Tanned skin, bottle green eyes, and tawny hair. “Tell me, what’s it like growing up with the Infamous Lady Barrow?”

      A dry laugh leaves his mouth. “Well, she’s not a…flirt like advertised.” He doesn’t say anything else, but I can hear the unspoken “like Silvers advertise her” in the air. He’s not wrong, if a Red gets famous enough to be recognized on the spot by Silvers, especially if they’re a woman, they’re villainized and labeled a cheap whore. It wasn’t any different with Mare Molly Barrow, or as Silvers proclaimed her to be, “The Red seductress who fucked her way to the top.” Or as close to the top as the Silver hierarchy would allow.

     Reds knew her differently. They knew her as the girl with an electric voice who embodied the struggles they’ve faced over centuries. They knew her as their Lightning Girl. She wore that name with pride. The only reason Silvers don’t like her is because she gives Reds something that Silvers can’t force into submission. Hope.

     He doesn’t tell me anymore about her, probably blaming me, or my blood, for her reputation. I didn’t dare ask for his name. I turn back to her as she finishes out her performance with that whirlwind voice sweeping through the crowd. Only a few dared to clap, and after a few glares from fellow patrons, they were quieted. She smirks at that. A hierarchy among the hierarchy. She’s led off the stage by a similar-looking man. Her brother, probably.

     As she walks off the stage, her signature lightning bolt print on her dress is visible. Tonight, the gold marking stands out down the back of the midnight color of her gown.

     Almost as if she’d been pulling me by the tie on my neck herself, I found myself getting up from the bar and leaving the nightclub. It’s a foolish thought, but I want to meet her. 

     I caught up with her when she was riding the subway. Since she’s a Red, she had to leave immediately after her show. She walked with her brother, both of them mindful of their surroundings. No Red would walk on Silver streets without expecting trouble.

     I walk over to where sits with her brother. Her eyes widen, and he moves closer to her. Reds protect their own. “I saw your show at the Hall of the Sun.” Her coffee brown eyes are guarded, but she waits for me to continue. “You’re amazing.” Her eyes go wide, surprise flashing on her face. Her brother nudges her side when she doesn’t respond.

   “Thank you,” she chokes out. “I don’t often get compliments from Silvers.”

   “You should. You deserve credit for that stunning voice, but Silvers have strength and power shoved too far up their ass to actually enjoy something.”

    She stares at me in awe. “I wouldn’t have expected a Calore to enjoy my show.” Hmm. Usually people will only care about my father. 

  “You know who I am?” I ask, surprised. “Your father over half the nightclubs in the country. You’re basically the Crown Prince of Norta.” She remarks, brow furrowed. She’s still wary of me.

   We sit in silence for the rest of the ride, her trying to avoid eye contact with me. When the train stops, her brother nudges her side.

   “Mare, this is our stop.” he whispers, taking her hand. She takes one last glance at me before following her brother off the train. Her golden lightning is still evident in the back of her dress, but as she walks away, the rest of her looks made of starlight.

Off limits // Calfreezy Imagine

Summary/ request: Calfreezy imagine where you’re like callux’ sister and your visiting for the match and you’ve surprisingly never met and y'all be flirting, get drunk, and ‘woohoo’ and then the next morning callux freaks? You don’t have to do it lmao xx il ur writinn

A/n: Thank you so much for requesting! I loved writing it. I didn’t really know how to end it and I don’t feel like this is the right way to leave it there. Sooooo maybe a part 2? If you’re up for it?

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“How are you feeling about the game?”, Cal asked. “Oh I feel amazing. We’re definitely gonna win this time AND my sister is coming”, Callux smiled. “Wait what? You have a sister? Since when?!”, Freezy exclaimed.

“I’m pretty sure since the day she was born. But hey I’m warning you Cal. She’s off limits okay”. “Chill man. I would never touch my friend’s sister”, Cal assured.

*time skip to the afterparty*

It felt a bit weird to be there. It was the first time that I’d ever come down to London to see my brother with all his friends. It felt even weirder to be surrounded by all those youtube stars.

I didn’t really know anyone except for Cal and Sarah, but they were nowhere to be seen. So I just stood there by the bar, slowly getting more drunk. That was at least until a guy came up to me.

“Hey”, he said. I immediately recognized him as my brother’s roommate Callum aka Calfreezy. “Hi, I’m Y/N”, I responded with a smile. “Callum”, the tall blonde smirked. “I thought I’d come say hi since you looked so lonely. So why was such a gorgeous girl standing here all by herself?”. “I’m not a youtuber so I don’t really know anyone here”, I said, leaving out the part where Callux is my brother.

The night was spent flirting and drinking. It was nice to finally meet him. We both got so drunk that we somehow ended up in Cal’s hotel room. “You need to be somewhere tonight?”, he flirted. “Only with you”, I winked.     

To say that all the flirting payed of was an understandment. The whole night was amazing. And with night I don’t mean sleeping if you know what I mean. That was until the next morning at least.

I got woken up by a banging on the door. Cal got woken up by the sound too as he stood up to go yell at the person behind the door. “What do hell do you want?!”, he yelled. 

“We have to leave in an hour”, the voice said. But that wasn’t just a voice. “Cal?”, I asked astonished. “Y/N?! What on earth are you doing in Cals bed?!”.

“Wait what’s going on? How do you know each other?”, Freezy asked confused. “She’s my fucking sister!”. And Cals face dropped. “Wait you didn’t know that?”, my brother asked. “No! I told you I would never sleep with your sister”.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! You didn’t even know her! And you ? Y/N I expected so much more from you than a one night stand with the first fucking guy that gave you some fucking attention!”. 

My heart just dropped. What my brother didn’t know was that I had been crushing on his roommate since forever and that he wasn’t just a one night stand for me. I just never had the guts to say anything. Not even in that moment.

“Y/N, you’re coming with me right now and I’m taking you home, where you can’t screw my friends”, Callum said. And because I was such a wimp, I left. Leaving my heart. And all that time, Cal didn’t say a word.

Flashlight

Summary: You and Calum have been best friends for as long as you can remember and flashing the light of your rooms has become a signal that you need each other. ((this is a long one guys but I’ve been inactive for like a year so see it as a big comeback lol))

You’re 5 years old and the light flashes twice. You’re already in bed, but not yet asleep, and the flashing lights pull you out of bed and towards the window like an invisible cord. On the opposite side of your window is another window, one belonging to your neighbor. The houses are close together, in your street, and you see the familiar boy standing in front of his window.

“Did you flash the light?” you ask.

“Yes,” Calum answers. “I need to tell you a secret, but you have to promise you won’t laugh.”

You and Calum have been living next to each other your whole lives, and he’s always been your friend. You don’t even remember how you met; you assume you were just babies, because your mom is such good friends with his mom. You just know he’s always been there, and he’s always been nice to you, even though he teases his sister all the time, and surely that grants him the one wish of you not laughing.

“Okay.”

“I think there’s a monster in my room.” You notice his voice is shaky.

You frown. “Well, I can’t help you with that. Go tell your mommy and daddy. They can beat it up.” Because at 5 years old, you didn’t think there was any problem out there that couldn’t be fixed by parents.

“I already told them,” Calum says, sounding a bit annoyed with you. As if it’s your fault there’s a monster in his room. “They don’t believe me. They say I just need to go to sleep. But if I go to sleep, the monster could eat me!”

“Leave the lights on,” you offer him. “Monsters don’t like light.” You don’t know if that’s an actual fact, but you’re sure you saw it in a cartoon once.

“Mom would be mad if I left the light on.” Sure enough, Calum’s room, behind him, is dark. After flashing the light, he turned it back off.

You yawn. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do about it, then.” It’s late, and you just wanna go to bed. Calum never wants to go to bed; you know that, because he always throws a tantrum when his mom tells him it’s bed time. But you like sleeping, because it lets the dreams into your head.

“Come sleep with me.” You look up in surprise, but Calum looks completely serious. “You can come over Mali’s way.”

There’s a plank of wood between your roof and Calum’s. Mali-Koa, his sister, always uses it to sneak over to your house and talk to your sister, Natalie. They’re best friends, just like you and Calum. But you’ve never used the plank, cause you’d have to climb out of your window first, and that seems scary.

You sigh. But he is your best friend. And Natalie once told you that best friends do everything for each other, so you can’t really say no. Very carefully, you swing your leg out of the window.

“Don’t be scared,” says Calum, and you shoot him an angry look.

“You’re the one that’s scared of monsters!”

He doesn’t say anything after that, and just watches you as you slowly but steadily make your way out of your house and onto the plank. As soon as you reach his window, his tiny hands wrap around your arms and help you into his room.

You’re not scared of monsters. You know that if the monster really was dangerous, one of your cartoon hero’s would come to save you. But you’re still a little nervous, so you quickly jump onto the bed.

Everyone knows monsters that live under beds can’t come out from under them.

Calum joins you, a content look on your face. “You know,” he says, “I won’t forget this. You’re gonna be my best friend forever and ever.”

“Yeah,” you smile, “forever and ever.” And you close your eyes.

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You’re 7 years old and the light flashes twice. Normally it’s Calum using the emergency call, but this time you have no other option. All you can do is hope he’ll answer.

He does; within seconds he appears in front of his window and opens it. It’s raining, tonight, big droplets of water crashing down onto your roofs.

“What’s wrong?” he says with a worried tone in his voice, when he sees you. You’ve been crying, and your eyes are red and your face is blotched and you can barely get the words out of your mouth.

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Pacify Her - JOCK!CALUM SMUT

kinda inspired by melanie martinez - pacify her and btw when i write ‘football’ i mean the kicky kicky british one because calum actually does that and its hot/. sorry americans.

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You subtly looked over your shoulder when you heard Calum’s laugh echo over the football field. Your eyes instinctively rolled when you saw he was holding hands with the bimbo he called his girlfriend. You turned your attention to your friends and passed the time until the bitch finally left his side.

Show time.

“Hi Calum.” You giggled, walking over to him with your hips swinging.

“Hi Y/N!” He seemed a bit taken aback as you threw your arms over him to pull him into a hug, but he hugged you back nonetheless.

You drew back and ran your eyes down his body.

“Has anyone ever told you how good you look in all your football gear?” You flirted shamelessly.

It was true, the dark maroon of his kit complimented his skin tone beautifully and the white shorts showed off his toned legs.

Calum blushed and looked at his feet, before glancing up and catching your eyes.

“You think so?”

You nodded enthusiastically in reply.

“Well don’t tell anyone but that cheerleader uniform looks great on you too.”

You couldn’t stop yourself grinning at the compliment, which only boosted your blind courage more.

“So after your practice do you want to come back to mine and study for the chemistry test?” You proposed, playing with your hair as you looked up at Calum with wide eyes.

“Um, yeah, okay.” He stuttered nervously, making you giggle, “Where should I meet you?” His eyes glanced around, probably scared of a teammate hearing and reporting to his girlfriend.

“I have cheer now as well so we’ll find each other.” You said elusively, happily turning on the balls of your feet and waving as you strutted back to the huddle of cheerleaders waiting for you. You greeted your friends with a wide grin and laughed as they all clamoured around you, begging for details only for you to brush them off and start warming up.

The hour and a half of training was agonising; sneaking looks over the fields, Calum putting in more effort to score whilst you made sure to stretch every so often, bending over and unsubtly waving your ass in the air.

The second you were dismissed you made your way over to the benches and sat down, waiting for the last five minutes of the football session to end. You waved at Calum as he jogged over to you, your stomach doing little flips as sweat dripped down his face and he panted, trying to catch his breath.

“You were amazing out there.” You spoke, nodding to the field behind him.

“Funny, I was going to say the same thing to you,” Calum smiled bashfully, “Do you mind if I go and change?”

You were a bit disappointed to see him go, but then an evil little idea struck you, “You could just change here?” You offered, testing Calum.

“In front of you?” He coughed as a blush crept up his cheeks, “And them?” He nodded towards the few stragglers left around.

“They’re not close,” You stood up, moving to the fidgeting boy, “But only if you want to, you know.”

“Okay, but don’t look.” He said quickly, his adam’s apple bobbing nervously.

You nodded in agreement, sitting back down on the bench and waiting for him to make the first move. Calum dithered a bit, digging around in his bag before finally removing his football top, nervously biting his lip before quickly removing his undershirt, giving you a glimpse of his taught body before pulling another shirt over his head. He grinned at you when he noticed you staring hungrily. You simply bit your lip as you waited for him to remove his shorts, allowing your eyes flick over his lower body.

“I’m not going to…” Calum’s voice faltered as he realised what you were implying.

His cheeks were on fire by now, and he played with his jeans in his hands before hurriedly shimmying out of the material and throwing on the dark denim. You quirked an eyebrow as you watched him, the look on his face telling you that he loved the excitement of possibly getting caught.

“You’re ready?” You checked, making no big deal of what Calum just did, despite inwardly exploding.

“Mmhmm.” He nodded at you, biting back a smile from how outrageous he just was, and following you off the school grounds.


You let a small sigh fall from your lips as you unlocked the door to your house. Now the real fun could begin.

“It’s empty.” You reassured Calum, calling over your shoulder.

“O-okay.” He stuttered, looking around anyway, letting you lead him into the kitchen.

“You want anything?” You hopped onto the marble counter and began peeling a banana, eating it slowly, a feeling of pride washing over your body as you saw the effect it was having on the boy opposite you.

“Can I, uh, have a shower?” Calum swallowed thickly, “I’m all sweaty from practice.”

He was right, but you also knew an ulterior motive was there, judging by the way he was strategically using his bag to cover his crotch.

“Great idea!” You enthusiastically replied, abandoning the fruit probably much to Calum’s relief, a new scheme popping into your head.

Motioning for him to follow, you ran up the stairs, making no effort to conceal your ass poking out from under your short uniform skirt.

You lead him to the bathroom, turning on the shower and leaning your palms on the sink, biting your lip mischievously, silently daring yourself to carry out your impulsive plan.

3… Your hands traveled to the hem of your shirt, 2… You locked eyes with Calum, his breath shaky as he predicted what you were about to do, 1… You gripped the stretchy fabric of your top, pulling it over your head in one swift movement.

Your gaze connected with Calum’s again, this time a cocky smirk tugged at your lips as you watched him drink in your half naked appearance. His eyes were fixed on your body, giving you a surge of confidence and you allowed yourself to unhook your bra, letting the straps fall off your shoulders and abandoning it on the floor. You teased the hypnotized boy by pulling the zip of your skirt down agonizingly slowly, finally left in only your black briefs.

“You coming in?” You shook your hair out of its tight ponytail, moving towards the shower and glancing at Calum over your shoulder.

“I–uh…” His jaw was slack, and you couldn’t help but feel proud over the effect you had on him.

You shimmied your underwear down your legs, stepping into the shower and behind the glass partition, which was now steamed up.

“Calum?” You prompted. After all your effort he better get his butt in here.

“Y-Yeah.”

You heard him struggle out of his jeans and pull his top off, through the glass you could see his silhouette, standing frozen in his boxers. You peeked your head around the glass, and giggled a little as you saw his red underwear was printed with little snowflakes.

“How festive,” You smirked, moving back under the steady shower stream, “However I’m a tad more interested in what they’re hiding.”

You bit your tongue to stop yourself from bursting out laughing at what you had just said, but it seemed to work as within no time you felt Calum’s presence behind you.

“Hi there.” You turned and grinned, leaving your bodies as close as you dared without skin-on-skin contact.

“Hi.” You could tell he was nervous but his shy smile caused you to make another move.

You tenderly grabbed his wrist, walking him into the water stream and running your hands over his muscled, tattoo-rippled arms.

“I have a girlfriend…” He protested weakly, knowing full well that if he actually wanted to leave, he could.

“Don’t talk about her.” You leaned forward, wrapping your hand around the back of his neck and gingerly pressing your lips to his, only deepening the kiss when you felt him respond with his arms holding your waist securely.

The warmth of the water running over your body didn’t stop the goosebumps forming on your skin. You let out a gasp as Calum moved his full lips across your jawline and started nipping at your neck. You cockily pushed your chest to his, wanting, needing to feel closer to him. Your hands scratched down his back, and it only turned you on more to hear him moan against your skin in reply to the sensation.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Calum shook his head and held you at arm’s length, “What are we doing?” He sighed.

The confusion in his eyes almost made you feel sorry for him. He was one of the only football players who wasn’t, well, a player. Throughout the whole of his high school career he had only dated two girls and stayed faithful to both of them. Looks likes things are about to change.

“I want you.” You said, now was not the time to play games so you told the honest truth.

“But I love my girlfriend.” Calum was slightly exasperated.

“You don’t have to love me to fuck me.”

Your words seemed to have flicked a switch in the boy, who proceeded to roughly turn you around and pin your torso to the wall, deliberately leaving your ass pushed out.

“Don’t tease me.” He growled, rubbing his cock over your folds.

You whimpered, delirious with the thought that all the fantasies you had conjured over Calum were about to really happen. You tipped your head back as he pushed into you slowly, one of his hands gripping tightly on your waist. What turned you on even more were Calum’s small whines, you knew he was loving this just as much as you were.

“Move, oh god move.” You begged, gently thrusting your hips back to end the torture of Calum filling you tightly and not moving.

You rested your elbows on the cold tiled wall as Calum began to set a pace that met the slow movement of your desperate rolling hips.

“You want more?” Calum suggested, leaning forward slightly and picking up the pace as you nodded urgently, “You sure you can take it?” You could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Please Cal-” You let out a small shriek at the sudden speed he was plunging into you.

You could feel your legs shaking at the orgasm threatening to wash over you, Calum may have only been with two girls before but he certainly knew how to work a woman’s body. Consistent moans fell from your lips as he repeatedly hit your g-spot and he pulled your hair tight, eliciting a few more unholy sounds from you.

“You look so good fucking yourself on me babe.” Calum said, causing you to snap back to reality.

You hadn’t noticed but Calum wasn’t holding your waist anymore, instead one hand was tangled in your hair and the other was resting on your shoulder. You were bucking your hips independently but somehow remaining a complete slave to Calum.

You were so close, your legs were working overtime to stay upright, and you let out a frustrated groan as you felt Calum pull out of you, your orgasm fading away fast. Before you could complain he pinned your back to the wall, smirking as you let out a hiss at the touch of your skin against the cold wet tiles. You shot Calum a glare, but got distracted with how good he looked when wet. His hair was damp and curling naturally, the complexion on his upper chest and shoulders flushed from where you had run your fingernails over him. The water droplets on his skin were glistening in the low light of the bathroom, making it seem as if he was drenched in diamonds.

“It’s rude to stare.” Calum quipped, obviously noticing you surveying him.

“It’s hard not to.” You bit your lip cheekily and ran your hand over his arm.

Calum yanked your leg up over his waist, taking you by surprise and burying himself in you once again, his lips sucking on your neck making you moan loudly.

“Kiss me.” You breathed.

He took your cheek in his hand, his umber eyes seemingly looking into your soul before leaning in. Your eyes fluttered closed as his soft lips touched yours, warmth washing over you and your hands grabbing at his body, desperate to feel closer to him.

He bit your bottom lip and pulled as he drew away from you, resting his forehead on yours.

“Say you’re mine.” As he spoke you could feel his breath fanning over your skin.

“I’m yours,” You kissed his lips gently, “I’m yours,” Your lips traveled to the sweet spot on his neck just under his ear, “I’m yours.” You bit back a whimper as Calum picked up his pace again, his hips jerking with purpose.

You fell back against the tiled wall, your eyes squeezed closed tightly as Calum hit your spot, your jaw slack and releasing pants in time with Calum’s movements.

“I can feel you,” You took Calum’s hand in yours, laying it on your lower stomach, “Right here.”

Calum pressed lightly, the pressure there causing him to rub your g-spot perfectly, pushing you over the edge.
You cried out weakly as your orgasm finally washed over you, your legs buckling but Calum supporting you and pulling out, letting out a low groan as he pumped cum onto your stomach.

“Fuck.” He whispered, letting your leg down gently, making sure you could hold yourself back.

“I’ll say.” You breathed, giggling a little, moving under the shower stream to wash yourself off.

You turned your back to Calum, running your hair under the lukewarm water. You felt his arms around you, pressing your back to his chest.

“I suppose I have to break up with Norma…” He said softly.

You stiffened up at the sound of her name.

“Do what you want to do.” You hastily got out of the shower, pulling a towel from the rack and drying yourself off, leaving Calum behind you.


You were dressed in leggings and a large hoodie when Calum came downstairs, meeting you in the kitchen. His hair was wet but still managed to look as if a professional had styled it a minute before.

“You look good with curly hair.” You spoke, breaking the heavy silence.

“Thanks.” He huffed, clearly not speaking his mind.

“What are you thinking about?”

“What do you want me to do? Do you want me to leave Norma? Because I will.”

“Is that what you want?” You needed to know how he actually felt about you.

“I don’t know what I want!” He raised his voice, rubbing his hands over his face.

“Do you want me?”

“Yes.”

“Then there’s your answer, right?” You acted nonchalant but inside your heart was threatening to burst out your chest.

Calum hung his head in thought, before looking up and walking over to you, taking your hand in his and kissing your cheek.

“I’m taking you out on Saturday.”

“Where?” You couldn’t contain your grin.

“It’s a surprise, I’ll pick you up at 7.”

“Okay.” You said in a small voice, beyond ecstatic.

“Okay.” Calum repeated, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

CASHTON FIC MASTERPOST (UPDATED SEPT 5 2016) 

  • made this because good fics with these two assholes are hard to find 
  • all of these are from ao3 so if you know of any good ones on wattpad/tumblr/anywhere else hmu please 
  • includes: ot4 or ot3 w emphasis on cashton, smut, au’s, soulmate au’s, and ‘band-verse’ (real life)
  • smut is bottom!calum and top!ashton mostly
  • i tried to organize them into categories but it’s messy because some of them overlap and could easily fit into more than one 
  • probably will be updated periodically if i have enough effort to do so
  • enjoy n go ham :-) 
  • (PS if you know of any good fics that aren’t on here/want me to add your own work, i’d love it if you’d send them over so i can add them here!!)

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Sick Day

A/N: I was feeling really sick today, and then I had a nap. My sick nap revolved around Cal, and thus evolved into this blurb/ficlet/whatever you want to call it. So enjoy!

Word Count: 550

Warnings: An f bomb and a whole bunch of fluff.

Your immune system was something you’d always prided yourself on. You didn’t get sick often, but when you did, it hit you hard. That was today’s situation. You were lying on the couch  in your living room, surrounded by used tissues. Each breath you took, you could feel the snot building in your nose. But you couldn’t exactly breathe through your mouth either, as your throat felt like it was on . Not to mention the throbbing in your head, from all the sniffing. The television was playing I Love Lucy, a show specially reserved for your sick days.
The door to your apartment opens, and in bounds your Calum. He attempts to come in quietly, but being him, drops his keys. “Fuck,” he hisses. You weakly chuckle and in a small voice state, “Cal, I’m awake.” He looks over at you, and gives you a small apologetic smile, his cheeks tinged with pink. He plods over to you, planting a kiss on your forehead, with his hand replacing his lips quickly.

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