“August 1st”, it’s a very special day for Yagami Taichi, Ishida Yamato and the chosen children.
Taichi who’s dedicated his summer to soccer pratice, got invited by Hikari: “ Let’s go camping with everyone on August 1st.”
This plan was suggested by Koushiro and Mimi to have everyone gather together on that day of memory. After hearing Jou who’s busy with studying for his entrance exam will be coming to this as well, Taichi accepts the invite immediately.
On the other hand, Yamato who continues with his band activities heard the plan from Takeru. He can’t refused his little brother’s invite, and started to prepare for the camp unwillingly.
“The eight of us gather in ‘that place’ again, it’s not a bad idea.” He thought.
In the long summer vacation, the children are looking forward to spend lots of time with everyone on that day of memory.
The day of the camp. A rough start with Mimi who forgot to bring the camping supplies which she’s supposed to.
“We can’t do camping like this!” Jou complains. “That’s a problem.” Koushiro says as he’s trying to think of a solution. Sora follows Mimi.
Seeing everyone’s current state, “Looks exactly like how we first arrived in the digital world!” Taichi laughs. “At that time, we didn’t have anything on us neither! ”
“That’s true.” Yamato nods.
Let’s awaken your feeling from 6 years ago, and the camping on August 1st starts.
Thank you for years and years of your dedication and devotion. Thank you for being an amazing leader on and off the pitch. Thank you for being the best captain you could be and always being there for the club. Thank you for being the heart of Real Madrid. You’re irreplaceable and will always be our #1. Good luck with what your future has to offer you. Remember that once a madridista, always a madridista
Das Olympiastadion is a sports stadium in Berlin, originally built for the 1936 Summer Olympics. During the Olympics, the record attendance was thought to be 100,000+. Since renovations in 2004, it has a permanent capacity of 74,475 and is the largest stadium in Germany for international football matches. It’s a UEFA category 4 and one of the world’s most prestigious venues for sporting and entertainment events. Since 1963, it has been home to the Hertha BSC football team. DFB-Pokal (German Cup) final matches are held here annually.
You didn’t have much else to do that afternoon and so it was no surprise that you found yourself sitting on the cold metal bleachers overlooking the soccer field. The team was in the middle of a warmup, Calum at their head as the group of boys jogged around the field. You had hoped that he wouldn’t see you, but practically the second you sat down he managed to find your eyes and shoot you that familiar smirk before jogging off to join his teammates to which you of course responded with an eye roll. You don’t know why you had decided to come watch him practice, but deep down you knew the way he looked sprinting around the pitch in his soccer shorts definitely had something to do with it.
As charming as he was off the field he was equally as graceful gliding across the field, barking orders and moving his feet like nothing you had ever seen. You didn’t know much about the sport, but anyone with eyes could see that Calum was a king on the field. You always knew he was talented. You had been able to see a portion of his backyard from your room and you could remember watching him for hours as he practiced. His mom would call him back inside for dinner but he wouldn’t go, opting instead to stay out and play until the sun went down. You had been fascinated by his persistence, that is until one of his soccer balls was hurtling towards your head.
The practice lasted for about another hour after you got there. Much too soon for your liking the coach was calling the players in for a final huddle before sending them to the locker rooms. You sighed as you grabbed your things and thudded down the bleachers, hoping to make it out without anyone else noticing you. This wasn’t exactly your scene and you didn’t want to start anything. As you descended the final steps you heard his unmistakable voice.
“Hey baby.” He was leaning against the handrail, his arms crossed and his signature smirk plastered on his face. He clearly hadn’t been to the locker rooms yet as he was drenched in sweat, his practice jersey clinging to his muscled frame.
“Not your baby.” You said, your eyes refusing to meet his as you kept walking.
“But you want to be don’t you pretty girl?” He jogged after you.
“In your dreams.”
“I thought we promised not to lie to each other?” He reached out and grabbed your hand, bringing you back to him, his arm slithering around your waist and you let out a small gasp as how close he was to you. “I need to hit the showers. Wait for me?” He said it more like a command, but his eyes pleaded with you.
“Well if I remember correctly I did still have a few things to teach you.” You took your bottom lip between your teeth and you could’ve sworn you felt him twitch.
“Christ, I’ll be ten minutes.” He growled, pulling you in for a quick, rough kiss before pulling away and looking into your eyes. “Shit, make that five.” He pulled away from you and sprinted back to the locker room, leaving you extraordinarily excited for him to come back.
After around fifteen minutes however, your phone dinged, Calum’s name coming up on the screen,
Meet me in the locker room. Cleared it out just for us baby ;)
“Oh my god.” You mumbled under your breath. He was so difficult. What if someone was in there? You weren’t supposed to just waltz into the locker room for christ’s sake you weren’t an athlete, you’d be kicked out for sure. But you curiosity and sheer desire to see him won out and you found yourself heading towards the concrete building. You couldn’t help the sheer feeling of nervousness as you crept inside. You didn’t hear any whooping and hollering as you walked in like you would have expected inside a boy’s room but the butterflies persisted still.
“Cal?” You whispered, poking your head around the corner. The locker room was empty, a few towels littered the floor and some of the metal doors were left hanging open the only sign that anyone had been there at all. “Cal!” You said a little louder, taking another step inside. “Calum- ahh!” Two hands grabbed your waist and spun you around, one hand clamping over your mouth as a pair of deep brown eyes met yours.
“Shh, it’s just me.” He chuckled, moving his hand from over your mouth as you glared at him.
“Ugh, I hate you.”
“You wish you hated me as much as you say you do.” Calum laughed, peeling his sweaty jersey from his body.
“I thought you were going to shower.”
“Didn’t have time. I had to get the rest of the team out of here so you and I could-”
“Could what?” You interrupted him, as if daring him to continue.
He smiled, advancing towards you. His body was glistening in a way that was almost sinful, his shorts hanging low on his hips.
“So we could do this.” He wrapped his arms around you, his lips attacking yours with fervor and his hand immediately finding their way to your ass and giving it a squeeze. He tasted like salt from his workout but you didn’t care. His lips felt too good for you to stop now. You wrapped your arms around his neck, practically throwing yourself on him. “So eager aren’t we?” He chuckled, his lips ghosting over yours.
“You know what I want, just give it to me.” You growled, surprising yourself with how serious you were.
“You should know better than to demand things of me by now babygirl.” He said.
In one quick motion you tugged your shirt off and unbuttoned your jeans, leaving you nearly bare in front of him. You watched with glee as his entire demeanor shifted, his face clean of his once cocky smirk.
“I said, give it to me.” Your voice was cool as you stared at him, your brow lifted as a challenge.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy.” He growled, stripping himself of his shorts before gripping your hips and squeezing slightly. He turned you around, backing you against the locker doors so your back was pressed against the cool metal. His lips found your neck again, his fingers digging into your naked thighs. “Do you want to tell me what you want sweetheart?”
“You-I-ah! I want you to fuck me.” You moaned against his lips. You hated the smirk on his face as the words left your mouth, but you were too desperate for him to care.
“That’s what I thought.” In one swift move, he pushed your panties aside and slowly slid inside you, your wetness allowing him an easy passage. Both of you let out a long sigh at the contact, his forehead pressed against yours and his eyes squeezed shut. When he was finally all the way in he held himself there, enjoying the feeling of being buried deep inside you for the first time. He groaned, grunting your name as he began to move his hips.
Your fingers gripped his hair, pulling at the roots harder as he moved faster. He pounded into you relentlessly, all the pent up aggravation the two of you felt for each other, the harsh, messy, mixed up feelings you two had harbored for each other surfacing as you were brought back to your most raw, animalistic state of being entwined in each other.
“You feel just like I imagined babygirl. So tight and wet and beautiful, just for me.” He buried his face in your shoulder, his teeth biting down on your supple skin. You cried out, both in pain and pleasure as the tip of his cock pounded into your sweet spot over and over again. He groaned as you tightened around him and pulled his hair even harder so that his head was jerked back. In retaliation he pounded into you as hard as he could, your back jolting into the metal of the locker doors.
“Fuck, Calum that hurt!”
“It wasn’t meant to be gentle princess.” He spoke through gritted teeth, his voice becoming raspy as he reached his climax. You clutched his toned biceps, hanging on for dear life as he thrusted into you. He felt so good, filling you up completely as he pounded you to orgasm.
“Oh my god, I’m gonna, I’m-”
“I know, I can feel you, go ahead baby come on my cock.” You didn’t even need his permission before you felt your legs shaking, fire racing through your entire body as you came around him. With a loud grunt, he suddenly pulled out of you and came all over your stomach and thighs. You watched as his face scrunched with pleasure, his eyes screwed shut and his mouth hanging open. There was a comfortable silence before he spoke again, his voice a low whisper. “Fuck.”
“I’ll say…that was-.”
“Amazing. Fuck that was amazing. I think I just felt my fifteen year old self pat me on the back.”
“Agreed.” You muttered, pulling away from him to fish your shirt off a pile of towels.
“Hey,” He said, tugging on your arm. “Shower with me?”
You grimaced. “That sounds like the kind of thing couples do after they have sex, which means I’ll have to pass.”
“Baby c’mon we both know we’re not a couple.”
“Well I’d prefer not to act that part.” You chuckled, his puppy eyes melting into something that looked too much like disappointment.
“I just want another round, don’t act so high and mighty.”
“Ah, there’s the asshole I know. It’s refreshing to hear you be a dick. Reminds me why I can’t stand you.”
Calum scowled, throwing a towel at you. “You know you standing there covered in my cum makes your insults a lot easier to bear.”
You felt your cheeks flush, your body becoming hot with anger as you wiped the evidence off your skin. You dressed in silence, throwing your post-sex hair up in a bun and grabbing your bag before walking out of the locker room.
You heard him jog out behind you but you didn’t bother looking back.
“Hey! Just wait for a second I have something to ask you.”
He paused for a moment as if not expecting you to even allow him to speak before he took hold of your hand and laced his fingers in yours. “I want you to come to a party with me tonight?”
“A party? What the fuck, why.”
“Because I know you’ve never been to one and I think you’d have a good time. It doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to.”
You raised your brow at him. “Do you want it to mean something?”
Calum sighed, letting go of your hand so he could run his fingers through his hair. “I want you to meet my friends. And don’t ask me why I just do okay.”
“You just can’t get enough of me can you?” You shot him a playful smirk, which he returned as he pulled you in by the waist for a kiss.
“Guess not. Now will you go?”
“Fine, but if for a second I stop having a good time I’m bailing.”
“Okay, that’s fair. I’ll stop by your place around nine and we can go together okay? It’ll be casual.”
“Okay.” You gave him a tentative smile, his eyes lighting up as he kissed you again.
“See you soon.” He said before jogging back into the locker room for his long awaited shower as you headed back to your dorm, your mind still clouded by the thought of him.
You had decided on a pair of leggings and a nice top, a pair of sneakers adorning your feet as you waited for him. Your clock read 9:17 and you sighed, hated the little voice in the back of your mind that told you he wasn’t going to show. Right before you were about to write him off and call it a night your phone buzzed, signaling he was outside and waiting for you. With a huff, you grabbed your jacket and headed out to meet him.
“Hey.” He greeted you, throwing his arm around your shoulder. “Party’s across campus, I figured we could just walk.”
“Who’s all gonna be there?
“Everybody who’s anybody, babygirl.”
“You know, no matter how much you say it I’ll never be your baby.” You could have sworn you heard him mutter something that sounded like ‘we’ll see’ but as soon as you were about to question him about it like the smartass you were he had changed the topic again.
“You’ll love the guys. I’m sure they’ll love you.” He said reassuringly, but you couldn’t help but feel like something was off.
You heard the party before you saw it, the bass blasting through the air. You saw Calum’s wide smile, but couldn’t help but feel a little nervous.
Clearly the nervousness was written on your face because suddenly Calum gave your hand a little squeeze. “Hey, I’ll take care of you tonight okay? Me and you.”
“Okay.” You shot him a reassuring smile as the two of you walked into the party.
The music was almost painfully loud, reverberating through the house and shaking you to your core. You watched shyly as a couple guys came up to Calum and dapped him on the back, none of them even giving you a second glance. Finally, a tall, blonde boy who you recognized from the soccer field came up to you and Calum.
“Luke! I was looking for you. I have someone I want you to meet!”
Luke smiled down at you, a wide smile on his face as he looked back and forth between you and Calum. “You must be Y/N. I’ve heard so much about you. This kid can’t seem to shut up about you.”
“Oi! This giant doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” Calum laughed as he steered you away from the taller boy. “Do you want a drink?” Calum yelled over the music.
“Uh, sure I guess.”
“I’ll get you a drink and then we’ll dance. Luke, keep an eye on this one. Make sure she doesn’t get into trouble, because she likes to do that.”
“Hey!” You protested, lightly smacking his chest.
“Yeah looks like she’s a real spitfire.” Luke laughed, taking a sip of his beer.
“Tell me about it.” Calum playfully rolled his eyes before disappearing into the crowd.
“So you play soccer too?”
“Yeah, it’s a good way to keep busy. So tell me, what’s the deal with you two? You guys together or some shit?”
“No. I don’t even like him that much.” You lied. You weren’t about to let on how much you really did care for Calum to his best mate.
“Wow he wasn’t kidding.”
“You really hate him.” You just shrugged, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “He’ll never get you to fall for him.”
“Is…Is that what he’s trying to do?”
“I mean, between you and me he really doesn’t want to write his own papers if you know what I mean.”
“Wow. There must be something in your gatorade there on the field because every single soccer boy I meet is a grade A asshole.”
“Jesus, you are a bitch. Calum was right.”
You tried your best to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall. It was one thing hearing Calum poke fun at you, because at this point it was just your guys’ thing. But to hear that he had been tarnishing your reputation to people you had never even met? How long would it take for the entire soccer team to know you had let him into your pants in an abandoned locker room? You’d be surprised if they didn’t already know the intimate details of your hookup. You felt so stupid. He had played you, just like you thought he would.
You turned away from Luke, moving through the throng of people, wanting to get out of this stupid party you never should have agreed to.
You made it out of the building and halfway across the quad before you heard your name being called. Once again you just kept walking away from him.
“You’re bailing already? What did I do?”
“I thought we weren’t going to lie to each other.”
“God I mean, I knew this was a bad idea but I can honestly say this took me by surprise.
“Baby, what the hell are you on about?” He asked, reaching up to stroke your arm.
“I am NOT your baby.” You yelled, pulling out of his grasp, disgust written all over you face.
“Well you should be.”
“Don’t patronize me. You’re a liar and a jerk you know that? You’re just a stupid boy who will never learn and you’re a jerk. Don’t talk to me.”
“No! You do not get to just shut down and not tell me what’s going on.”
“Like you don’t know.” You huffed, trying to walk away, but his grip held you once more.
“Educate me princess, it’s what you do best isn’t it?”
“Luke told me about what you said to him. Tell me, how long will it take for the whole team to know the intimate details of your little conquest. I’m done playing the fool for you Calum, I’ve been doing it all my life and I’m fucking tired.”
“Oh don’t act all self righteous. It’s not like you started this relationship with good intentions either. You wanted your little scholarship or to be the very fucking best or whatever the hell you geeks love so much you didn’t ever give a damn about me.”
“Like you care.”
“Fuck you I do care. I like you okay? There I said it, I fucking like you and I am not going to let you just walk away on me again.”
“You…You like me? Is this a joke?”
“Jesus, you’re so fucking stubborn. Yes I like you. God, I really fucking like you and I don’t want to keep pretending that I don’t. I promised not to lie to you remember?”
You stared at him, your mouth hanging open as you took in the fullness and sincerity behind his words. “Well?”
“Fuck you Calum Hood. Now kiss me.” You growled, stepping into his arms and pressing your lips against his. He inhaled sharply, surprised to feel your lips on his instead of your hand smacking him like he had fully expected. It didn’t take him long to recover though, as his hands found your waist and held you close to him as his lips molded to yours.
He could get used to this, he thought. And he was going to make sure everyone knew it. Calum was finally going to let everyone know the truth. You were his girl.
Background: Calum is a professional football player, assistant captain to be exact, and goes away for three months for tournaments around Europe. However, you don’t get the chance to tell him some vital piece of information before he leaves and he’s in for a surprise when he gets back.
A/N: I will actually write this imagine in first person just to see how it goes. Also, THIS GIF IS NOT MINE.
hunched over the toilet once again as I emptied the contents of my stomach once
more. I felt my hair being secured into a makeshift ponytail behind my head in
one hand while another rubbed soothing circles onto my back. “Babe,
that’s the third time today that you’ve been sick. You were also sick a few
times yesterday too. I think you should go to the doctors and get yourself
checked out,” Calum told me worriedly. I
sat back onto my heels as I spit into the toilet. “Yeah, I’ll schedule an appointment
for tomorrow,” I reassured him and stood up to go brush my teeth. He
came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist as he nuzzled his face
into my neck as I brushed my teeth. “I’m just worried about you, babe. You
don’t get sick often.” I
spit the toothpaste out into the sink, rinsed my mouth, and dried myself off. I
spin around in his arms and loop mine loosely around his neck. “You always
worry, Calum, but it’s okay because that only means that you care. I feel fine,
aside from the sickness. I’m sure it’s just some food poisoning from the food
we ate yesterday.” He
still frowned at me. “Still get yourself checked out, okay?” I
rolled my eyes. “I will, Mr. Worrypants. I’ll try to get one around the same
time as your meeting tomorrow.” He
nodded, satisfied with my answer. “Just to put my mind at ease.”