Okay so like imagine cal has a nasty cold or something and is on vocal rest so he’s been carrying around a little dry erase board and a marker around with him all day and he’s been asking you to do things for him and tapping on the board for hours and it’s kinda starting to bug you so when you hear him tapping his board again you sigh a little but smile when you turn around and you see he’d written “cuddles?” And then you look at his cute squishy cheeks and his red nose and you obviously can’t say no to that so you lay down on the couch and he grabs you around your middle and falls asleep snoring softly on your stomach while you run your fingers soothingly through his thick curls
“We’re going out!” Luke suddenly declared on a Friday night. It was a little before 6 pm, making you look at your husband skeptically.
“Uh, pardon?” You pondered at him, closing your novel and removing your reading glasses. Turning to him, you see the blonde boy dressed in his usual ‘punkrock’ attire.
“You and I are going out, babe,” Luke says, his tongue practically oozing excitement.
Although you and Luke were still quite young, the two of you haven’t really raged or partied the way you guys did when you were teens. Certainly, you guys aren’t hunch-backed, walking around with canes and complaining about kids on your lawn. But, you guys matured and became very tame.
“Where to?” You asked, putting the book and your glasses on the coffee table.
“Downtown, baby girl,” Luke winks at you, rushing over to stand you up from the couch. “Get ready!” You giggle, rushing to the bedroom to get changed. You wore this sleek, gray crop top with black skinny jeans and wedged converse. It was always your type of ‘go out’ outfit. Returning to him, you put your hands up in the air and smile.
“Let’s go!” You cheered.
“Holy crap, Y/N!” Luke suddenly exclaimed before taking a swig of the bottle of Jack Daniels you guys got from a liquor store. “You’re so unbelievably gorgeous right now.” Luke slurred, causing the both of you to explode in a fit of giggles.
“Luke, you’re so wasted,” you giggle as you danced with Luke on the dance floor. Luke took you to a club, hilariously. He said he wanted to drink like he was 16 and stupid again. And, like Luke, you wanted to go back to being a teenager as well. “I can drink so much, but this still tastes bloody awful,” you say, crinkling your nose in disgust after taking a gulp of the alcohol.
“You look so cute when you’re grossed out,” Luke said, giving you a slobbery kiss on the lips before taking the bottle from you. He randomly gives it to a stranger and grabs your waist to pull you against his body. “Might I have this dance, Y/N?” Luke asked with a grin as the upbeat music gradually turned slow and mellow.
“Of course,” you whispered, disregarding the disgraceful taste of alcohol to being drunk from Luke’s love.
After the club, you guys went to a random park. It was already so dark and dangerous, making it even more exciting. Luke kept his hold on your waist as the two of you drunkenly found yourself in the park. Looking around, you scope to see that it’s vacant.
“It’s ours, beautiful,” Luke said as he kisses the top of your head. Smiling widely, you drag Luke over to your favorite thing in the park: the swings. “Slow down, baby girl!” Luke chuckled as you let go of him to dash to a swing.
“Come on, come on!” You say excitedly as you pull yourself back to start moving the swing. Going back and forth slowly, you watch as Luke struggled due to his long, lanky legs. “Aw, tall guy, you having a bit of trouble?”
“Oh hush up,” Luke playfully scoffs, finally swinging a bit as he tried keeping his long legs from the ground. You couldn’t help but giggle at him. He looked disturbed and troubled by the idea of swinging and how to gain speed. “Y/N, stop fucking laughing at me!” Luke complains, letting out a chuckle right after.
“But it’s funny!” You admit, swinging back and forth to end up being very high up. “Look, Luke, I’m touching the stars!” You mused, looking adoringly at the night sky. The moon was shining so brightly upon you two as you guys swung with glee.
“Can you catch one?” Luke asked wistfully as he finally reached your height. You look over at him and smile, giving him a fond look.
“I’ve already got one right here,” you say quietly, causing a wide smile to appear on Luke’s lips before he jumps off his swing. “Luke?” You questioned as he stopped you from swinging as well. Standing you up, he keeps you in his embrace and rests his head on your shoulder.
“You’re so amazing, Y/N,” Luke whispers, closing his eyes while keeping himself rested on your shoulder. “I’m glad I’m your shining star.”
“You’re not just my shining star, Luke,” you say softly into the blonde boys ear. “You’re my shooting star.”
A/n: OK, this is quite short and it might be my lest favorite update. honestly I feel like this one is shit, and it’s just a filler and yeah sorry about that. but I promise the next part will be hella long and the good parts are about to come I hope, and well get some good badboy action so… hang in there? I’m sorry
Creaking the door open, (y/n) warily
stepped into the Hemmings household, her eyes carefully inspecting her
surroundings. Sure, she had been inside the house more times than she could
count, but never had she entered without permission. Technically, she was
granted permission, Luke’s text from earlier asking her to come in. Their
plans to get some studying done for the finals were made a few days ago,
agreeing on meeting in the library. However, Luke had other thoughts in mind,
asking her to come by his house as he was nearly ready and suggested to give
her a ride.
eyes were taking in her entourage, recalling every memory she had lived inside
his house. The walls were witnesses of every baby step she took, telling
stories of two little toddlers running around in loud giggles, bearing memories
she held close to her heart.
Her head turned abruptly at the sound of
footsteps, and she quickly grabbed her bag as she noticed the familiar blond
locks. However, her mouth hung open upon realizing that the person she was
faced with was not Luke. Although the resemblance was far too outstanding to go
unnoticed, the man’s features strikingly familiar. His eyes were just as
puzzled as hers, raising a questioning hand as his eyes narrowly stared at
her. His mouth opened and closed a few times, until he finally managed to croak
out a few words, “What- You came in- Do we know you?”
“Luke- Luke asked me, I –um- I’m just
waiting for him.” She stumbled at her words, heat filling her up due to her
embarrassment. She should’ve just waited outside! But as she was expecting
reprimanding words to come out of the blond’s mouth, she was confused by the
smirk he wore on his face as he eyes her.
“So you’re the girl, huh,” He mumbled
–mainly to himself. (y/n) creased her eyebrows together at his words, tilting
her head in a question manner; “w-what?” She whispered, what girl? “Oh
come on, we all knew a girl was involved,” The man shrugged, taking a hand out
of his pocket as he offered it to shake, “I’m Jack by the way.”
Relief flooded her at his words, the
uneasiness leaving her body as she remembered him. Although she was fairly
familiar with Ben –the eldest Hemmings- her encounters with Jack were few. Jack
on the other hand was eyeing her with amusement, knowing instantly that he’d be
teasing Luke about it for as long as he could. Little behavior changes never
went unnoticed by him, especially not when it came to his younger brother. He
had indeed been suspecting that someone was responsible, most probably a girl
that had him whipped. Still, he never expected to see her in flesh, knowing
Luke’s private nature.
“Ready to go?” Luke’s voice echoed through
the empty house, his feet hopping down the stairs in a hurry as he slid his
hands through his jacket. At his cue, (y/n) threw her bag over her shoulder, giving
Jak one last smile as she turned around. “You know, mum’s gonna want to meet
you.” He chuckled at her, stopping her midway. He was very much entertained by
the whole scenery, more than eager to tease his baby brother –and embarrass him
“I- I already met her,” (y/n) spoke up,
waiting for Luke to gather his stuff as the awkwardness becoming a little too
much for her to handle. But in all honesty, Jack’s reaction was quite
priceless. His eyes brows knitted in confusion, a sigh leaving his mouth; “How
come I’m always out of the loop! How did you meet her?” He whined, feeling like
he was left out of the story whilst he wanted to know every detail.
“She’s our neighbor you dumbass,” Luke
spoke from behind you, his hand reaching out to the small of your back to guide
you outside, his own backpack held in his other hand. “Wait!” His brother’s
voice stopped them, the two looking back at him. “You can’t be (y/n). Little
bug (y/n)?” Jack’s smile grew wider as he watched her hide her face in her
hands, chuckling because she hadn’t been called that ever since she turned six.
“How’s Josh doing? I haven’t seen him in a while.” He and Josh was inseparable
as kids, much like their younger siblings. “He’s alright, he’s coming home
soon,” (y/n) answered, finally feeling like the tension was fully lifted.
Luke’s eyes gazed at her, a small smile on his lips as he did so. Something
about the way she already seemed like a part of his family made his heart
swell, the interaction between her and his brother meaning much more to him
than he could explain.
After bidding Jack goodbye, Luke’s hand
guided (y/n) out, the cold air hitting them as soon as they left the house.
“You look a lot like him,” (y/n) spoke up once they were seated inside his car,
her eyes staring at him, gauging his reaction. Luke’s gaze didn’t shift from
the road, but a smile made its way to his lips as he spoke, “He’s someone I
really admire, so it means quite a lot to hear that.” (y/n)’s hand found his
free one, lacing them together as her words failed to express the feeling
welling up inside of her.
Her phone buzzed for the third time, making
her answer it abruplty, a scowl visible on her face, “What?” she barked,
rolling her eyes at the voice on the other end. “I miss you too baby” Calum’s
voice sang on the other side, and as much as she hated it, she couldn’t fight
back the smile on her face. She could literally feel him grin as he spoke the
words. “Calum, I swear I’m two seconds away from killing you,” She teased,
jumping off of her bed, phone still in hand. “But I want to see my baby girl,”
His whines earned nothing more than an eyeroll from her, chuckling albeit at
his childlike behavior. “It’s a girl’s night baby, which means no boyfriend
(y/n) glanced back at the two girls lying on
her bed, their teasing smiles making her turn around instantly. The phone call
didn’t last long, as she was quick to dismiss her pouty boyfriend, bidding him
a goodnight mischievously before she hung up. Turning back, she hopped on the
bed, giving a warning look to her friends, already expecting the teasing. “Who
is that?” the question was fired just as anticipated, a giggly laugh
escaping her lips, her hands covering her face. “My boyfriend,” She ushered
out, heat rising to her cheeks at the mere thought.
Shocked glances were exchanged between the
two girls, huffing at how they weren’t informed earlier. That was the main
reason she had wanted a girl’s night, planning a sleepover with her friends.
Surely, her friends at school were obviously informed of her relationship
status, the news of her and Calum known to the whole school. But the two girls
she had over didn’t go to school with her –much to her dismay. They were a few
years older than her, the roots of their friendship running back to the summer
camps she used to go to as a child.
“Spill! Who is he? What is he like?” The
questions were thrown in a hurry, the room quickly filling with excited laughs.
(y/n) lied down on her pillows, a sheepish look on her face as she stared at
the eager girls. Well, she wasn’t about to hide anything from them, really.
“What is Calum like?” She mumbled to her
self, her expression turning into one of awe and tenderness at the thought of
the boy who invaded her every thought. “He’s turning me into a mess. Most of
the time he’s a cheeky bastard that knows how to tick me off; at other times he’s
so unpredictable. But then,” (y/n) Stopped, taking in a deep breath as her
chest felt heavier with the emotions she held for him, “But then, he has these
moments where he makes me feel like it’s just me and him. The way he looks at
me and talks to me just takes my breath away. And right now, my chest feels
like it’s on fire just by talking about him.” (y/n) bit down on her lip, her
fingers fiddling together, the pillow case suddenly feeling too cold for her
The rest of the night carried on, the girls
urging her to spill every detail, teasing her every now and then about her
blushing cheeks. And as she got lost in telling the various stories she shared
with him, she couldn’t stop her heart from yearning to see him.
Although, she hadn’t expected to find him at
her doorstep first thing in the morning, a wide smile on his face as he greeted
her. She was walking her friends out, complaining about how early they had to
leave when she was faced with him, his hands tucked behind his back as he
smiled sheepishly at her.
“What are you doing here?” She asked,
walking closer to him and pulling him into a hug, mindful of her friends behind
her who wouldn’t let her live if they were to witness excessive PDA. “Well,
it’s the morning, so technically your girl’s night is over,” Calum cheekily
replied, his hands pulling her closer as he spoke. Her eyes widened as she took
in his full appearance, her hand reaching out to touch his trimmed hair, “You
shaved your head?” She scolded, yet as soon as he hand touched the short
strands of hair she found herself smiling. “I miss your curls, but I like
this.” She chuckled, playfully patting his head, his face breaking into a huge
grin that displayed his sublime dimples.
A cough broke the two from their bubble,
their heads spinning back. “Mali? What are you doing here?” Calum asked, making
(y/n) send him a questioning look. “Nice catch you got there, brother.” The
blond girl spoke, a million-dollar smile on her face. Realization flooded (y/n)
quickly, her eyes widening at the situation. Stuttering and ‘excuse me’, her
feet ran before she could register what was going on, her hands covering her
face in shame. Oh my god! Of course she’ll tell him, oh my god! Her
thoughts ran wild, but were cut short as a pair of arms wrapped around her,
pulling her into a warm embrace.
“What’s wrong babe?” Calum chuckled in her
ear, his cheeks pressing against hers as he snuggled closer to her. “Did you
like say something embarrassing about me?” his phrase made (y/n) turn abruptly in
his arms, her eyes scolding him. If only he knew. “Don’t you dare ask her
about anything!” she scowled as she pointed her finger at him, and he couldn’t
help but comply, her pleading eyes affecting him more than he liked to admit.
“Alright,” He agreed, “But maybe someday, you
can tell me,” His words were hushed, meant only for her ears to hear. His thumb
was soothingly rubbing her cheek, his arm wrapped around her waist. Maybe
I’ll be able to tell you just how much you affect me, he wanted to add but
bit his lip. Surely, Mali-koa would have his ass for the upcoming years, teasing
him about how whipped he was and how much of a lost puppy he became when it
involved her. if he had to endure that then so be it, because at the end of the
day he knew it was all true; he knew that your fingers played with the strings
of his heart without even realizing it.
A/n: ok yall only after writing his part did I realize that NO it’s fucking unrealistic to be friends with someone for so long and not know their second name hence hood and make the connection, so sorry about it pretend it works alright bebs, lol I’m a mess sorry
“Did you ever like, play some fancy
instruments as a child?” (y/n) asked Michael who was walking right beside her, her
eyes amusingly watching him. “You know, like in the movies.” She added. Surely,
she had always believed rich families always learned how to play instruments,
movies being her only insider.
Michael sighed, his arm wrapping around her
shoulders to bring her closer. “They taught me piano,” He mumbled, “They tried
to get me to learn violin as well but I sucked balls at it. So I ended up
learning guitar because I liked it most, though they’re not very fond of it.”
“But you’ll play for me someday, yeah?” She
mused after a long silence, moving her head from his shoulder to look up at
him. Michael was ready to fire a ‘no’, the request far from his comfort zone or
preference. But as soon as his eyes landed on her, her eyebrows raised in
question, he found himself giving her a little nod. “Someday” He murmured.
Coming to a stop, the two stood in front of
the elementary school, her eyes scanning the scenery for the small four year
old. Since her parents were out of town due to some family business, she was
left responsible for her younger brother. Michael, having heard about that,
insisted on tagging along –if she didn’t mind of course. Which left the two
walking towards the elementary school her brother studied at.
“(y/n)!” A high-pitch scream attracted
their attraction, a little boy running towards her and wrapping his arms around
her legs as best as he could. “Hey there little man,” Michael joined in,
crouching in front of the toddler, an inviting smile on his face. Noah turned
around to face him, the shy smile on his face reminding Michael of (y/n). The
little kid seemed dazed for a second by the punk boy squatting in front of him,
the burning red color of his hair capturing his full attention. Finally, Noah
managed to look away, glancing at his big sister who sent him a reassuring nod,
before he introduced himself to Michael, “Hi, my name is Noah. I like your
hair.” He exclaimed happily. Ruffling his hair, Michael offered a genuine smile
to the younger boy, “Why thank you Noah, I’m Michael.” And with that, you
ushered the two boys to get going so you could reach the house in time.
Stopping at the front door, (y/n) fiddled
with the key in her hand before she opened it, allowing the three of them to get
inside. But as Noah went flying to his bedroom, mumbling about grabbing toys
for him and his new friend to play with, Michael and (y/n) were left alone at
the entrance. She found herself fiddling with the hem of her school uniform
that she was still wearing, eyes the tall boy cautiously. She had been inside
his house, and she knew it was nothing like hers, thus feeling somewhat
insecure as his eyes roamed the small space. “It’s not much, but it’s just the
four of us.” She found herself mumbling.
“It’s a home. I like it.” Michael spoke
softly, his words laced with sadness. He couldn’t look away from the decorated
wall, displaying multiple family pictures. But unlike the frigid portrait that
hung in his own house, the pictures were full of laughter and joy. (y/n) felt
guilty as she finally realized that whilst she was insecure about her modest
home, Michael didn’t have an actual one.
“I got my cars and trucks! Do you want to
play?” The tension was cut by Noah’s words, the little boy running with his
collection of toys in his hands. He insisted on playing with Michael, the two
boys sitting in the living room and making loud car noises.
(y/n) was busy making a snack for her brother and ordering pizza for her and
Michael. Once the delivery boy came, the hot pizza was quickly devoured as they
all sat on the couch, watching Big Hero 6 at Noah’s request. And as he
got sleepy, (y/n) offered to take him up to his room, but the toddler declined
her offer and went to cuddle Michael instead. Her heart fluttered at the
action, admiration clouding her thoughts at the sight in front of her.
“You know, he’s normally very shy. He doesn’t
open up quickly just to anybody.” (y/n) whispered so as not to wake up the
sleeping boy, sending a smile to Michael as she said so. “Well then,” Michael
began, his words getting caught in his throat as he glanced at Noah, “Maybe he
knows I mean well” He muttered, the fair skin of his cheeks flaming at his
Seeing as it was getting late, (y/n)
offered to take her brother up to his room so she and Michael could watch
another movie without disturbing his sleep. But as soon as she left to put Noah
in his bed, Michael found his mind drifting to her. He wondered how he could
have missed out on her all of those years, how he could miss someone as amazing
(y/n) walked out of the school with a scowl
on her face, re-reading the text she had received a few minutes ago. Ashton was
held back in detention along with his friend Calum, the reason behind it kept
hidden from her. She sighed as she made her way towards her car, stopping only
as she noticed someone else standing not far from her. Actually, he was
standing right next to Ashton’s car. Puzzled, (y/n) walked closer to him,
pondering whether she wanted to adress him or not. But at the sight of his
Golden locks, she found herself approaching the boy.
“Hey,” She said, earning his attention, “are
you waiting for someone?” she asked. The boy turned to face her, his eyes
warily looking at her. He looked around 7 or 8 years old, his backpack tugged
over his shoulders, his figure tense as he carefully eyes his surrounding. He nodded
at her words, “For my brother, he’s supposed to drive us home.”
(y/n) offered a warm smile, understanding
the situation at hand. “Is Ashton your brother?” and again her words were
answered by a nod, “He’s held back in detention. Did you come here by yourself?”
She asked, looking for any company he might have had. “Yes, my school isn’t
She kept silent for a little while,
wondering how she could help him as Ashton wasn’t leaving until a couple of
hours. “Say, How about I drive you home? Do you know the road?” She offered,
before adding “I’m a friend of your brother, I’ll send him a text.” which soothed
the boy, as he finally agreed to ride with her.
Once they had reached the Irwin’s home, the
younger boy led her in, explaining how his sister was already home. But (y/n)
felt uneasy about leaving the two alone at the house, at least until their big
brother came, so she offered to stay with them. The two agreed instantly to her
request, especially after her offer to make Mac’n’cheese.
Ashton almost broke the door handle as he
stepped him, his heart pounding in his chest as his frantic eyes roamed the
house. Fuck! He didn’t think he’d get held back at detention that day,
resulting into him feeling like he was on fire for the past hours as he begged
the teacher to let him go. With his mother out of town, he was held responsible
for his younger siblings, and she insistently instructed that he would have to
pick up Harry with him since the walk from school was really far.
But as his mind was busy worrying about his
brother, he did not anticipate to find (y/n) on his couch, a ball of popcorn on
her lap as she watched a movie along with his brother and sister. His loud
entrance had caught the attention of the three, (y/n) carefully getting up and
walking towards him. “How did you-?” Ashton mumbled, feeling puzzled yet thankful.
(y/n) simply took her hand in his, guiding him outside so they could talk
Standing on the porch, (y/n) took her time
to explain how she had found Harry by their school, and went on from there
until she reached where they were. Ashton only nodded at her words, a smile
playing on his lips as he listened to her story. Truthfully, he had stopped
listening once he figured that Harry must’ve walked to his school when he was
too late to pick him up, focusing after that on her rather than her speech. “You’re
not listening, are you?” (y/n) finally caught up on his act, smiling nonetheless
at the golden boy. His smile was precious, the little dimples engraved on his
cheeks showing as grinned at her. “Not really,” He whispered, his face leaning
closer and closer towards her. His heart was hammering in his chest, but the feeling
bubbling inside his stomach was urging him to keep going. Keep going until his
lips finally touched her and their eyes shut closed at the feeling.
Smiling against his chapped lips, (y/n)
pulled away slightly, her eyes still halfway closed as butterflies bees
erupted in her belly. Ashton had already taken her breath away, along with
every trace of sanity she had, but that one kiss was enough to send her over
the moon and make her head dizzy.
“We should go inside, the kids are alone.”
She mumbled, Ashton pulling her into another giggly kiss as his large hand moved
to rest on the side of her neck. His smile was the epitome of sunshine and
rainbows, and he couldn’t possibly stop himself from grinning. He had finally
done the one thing he wanted to do ever since that first encounter at the
“Come one, I made Mack’n’cheese.” She
bantered, getting up on her feet and pulling him by the hands. “Oh you did?” He
excitedly asked, instantly standing up at her words. “And you’ll find it’s the
best you’ll ever ever have!” She added, a victorious smile on her lips and boy
he just wanted to feel them again, but she was already getting inside to heat
a bowl for him.