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[lavenderbradshaw]

Swift September!

Hi! Okay, so I had a little fun thought. If you look at my profile, you'll notice my wicked love for Taylor Swift. 9/10, the things I write are inspired by her lyrics. SO! I thought I'd compile a list of lyrics that I'd love to write to and let y'all pick what you want to see.

I'll do these all throughout September, so please send in stuff! (No, seriously, I’m genuinely desperate)

If there's a lyric here you'd like to see, send it in an ask. If there's a character from Top Gun you'd like to see it with, add that, too! If there’s no character, I will pick, so be warned! If there's a lyric I haven't included (and it's Taylor Swift) please send it! Also, combos are so totally acceptable!

They'd just be pretty short blurbs, quick little scenes. But they all do have the possibility of becoming something someday ;)

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SMUT

i feel the lavender haze creepin' up on me

you know i'm not a bad girl, but i'd do bad things with you

i said, 'no one has to know what we do', his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room

i could see you in your suit and your necktie, pass me a note saying 'meet me tonight'

the altar is my hips, even if it's a false god

lord, save me, my drug is my baby

devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes, what doesn't kill me makes me want you more

'cause all the boys and their expensive cars, the range rovers and their jaguars, never took me quite where you do

ANGST

you drew stars around my scars, but now i'm bleeding

losing him was blue like i'd never known

from sprinkler splashes to fire place ashes, i gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this

you're not gone, you can't be gone, no

she would've been such a lovely bride, what a shame she's fucked in the head

maybe i was naive, got lost in your eyes and never really had a chance

crawling up the beaches now, 'sir, i think he's bleeding out', and some things you just can't speak about

tell me that you're still mine, tell me that we'll be just fine, even when i lose my mind

is it really your anxiety that stops you from giving me everything, or do you just not want to?

last night i heard my own heart beating, sounded like footsteps on my stairs, six months gone and i'm still reaching, even though i know you're not there

i can go anywhere i want, anywhere i want just not home

i pulled your body into mine every god damn night

the idea you had of me, who was she? a never needy, ever lovely jewel, whose shine reflects on you

if our love died young, i can't bear witness

FLUFF

you are the best thing that's ever been mine

there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear

i'm begging for you to take my hand, wreck my plans, that's my man

if you were here, we'd laugh about their vacant stares but for now, my time is theirs

there's a chain 'round your throat, piece of paper where i wrote 'i'll wait for you'

i once believed love would be black and white, but it's golden

i'm so thankful for all of the girls you loved before, but i love you more

MISC

**anything from this category might need a little more vision from the requester**

i can feel the flames on my skin, crimson red paint on my lips, if a man talks shit then i owe him nothing

how's one to know, i'd meet you where the spirit meets the bone

all the liars are calling me one, nobody's heard from me for months

[flokive]

up all night~ a.i.

It's not true

Tell me I've been lied to

Cryin' isn't like you

The red liquid slowly comes to a stop as you place the finger smudged wine glass on the floor next to you. The sweet yet bitter aftertaste lingers in your mouth as you slowly swallow the wine. Your fingers fumble with the lonely cork as you replay the previous days in your head. As you wet your lips the bitter taste mixes with a salty flavor, you realize you’ve probably started crying not too long ago.

Your fingers leave the cork alone again as they blindly search for the stem of your glass. You take in the last remaining droplets of wine, replacing the salty taste with the familiar sweet yet bitter one.

Alone. Again.

What the hell did I do?

Never been the type to

Let someone see right through

You wonder where it all went wrong. You wonder whether it was something you did, or didn’t do. Whether there was something to be done to make sure this all wouldn’t have happened.

Probably not.

There’s a big chance this all would’ve happened anyway. Maybe later, maybe sooner. It was, as people might suggest, bound to happen. Or maybe, your own mind made you believe that this all wasn’t some weird twist of fate. Coincidence. Something that was written in the stars and would’ve happened one way or another. It always did, why shouldn’t it now?

Maybe it was just your mind playing tricks on you, making you see and believe things that weren’t actually happening. But you weren’t ready for that conversation. Not now anyways.

Maybe won't you take it back?

Say you were tryna make me laugh

And nothin' has to change today

You didn't mean to say, "I love you"

I love you and I don't want to

He loved you. He clearly said it.

His face flashes before your eyes. The smile his lips formed when you stood before him. The way his lips parted, sounds coming out but you couldn’t really grasp the things he said to you.

He called out your name, twice. His eyes reflected the fairy lights that were hung up in the trees next to you. They made his eyes look like little diamonds. Little stars in their own little universe. An apologetic smile tugged at your lips. He returned an adoring smile and grabbed your hands before repeating the sentence you didn’t think you’d ever hear again.

“I love you.”

Up all night on another red eye

I wish we never learned to fly

Maybe we should just try

To tell ourselves a good lie

I didn't mean to make you cry

You didn’t respond right away. You were taken aback by his confession.

“You, love. Me?” Your voice was a mere whisper as you repeated the sentence over and over again. It couldn’t be. It couldn’t be true. No-one ever really meant it. No-one ever really said it like that.

Sure there used to be friends who just carelessly said it when you brought them something they needed. Sure, there used to be men who just whispered that and sweet nothings after a drunken night out.

But like this? Underneath the stars? After months of tiptoeing around each other? After many stolen kisses, walks around the boulevard and nights under the stars. Nights full of laughter, and, apparently, full of love.

He smiled, nodded his head and stepped closer. His fingers interlocking with yours.

“I love, you.”

“It can’t be,” you said softly and you pulled back your hands. His eyebrows formed into a questioning look as he tried to comprehend what was happening at the moment.

“It can’t be, it’s not possible.” You said, again, and you turned around. Walking away from the man you knew you loved, too.

You failed to see his smile dropping, the twinkle in his eyes fading into two black spots in its sockets. You failed to see the way your actions hurt him, devastated him, while you thought he’d just shrug. Turn around, and find another girl to play around with.

You failed to see that he actually, did, love you.

The smile that you gave me

Even when you felt like dyin'

Your mind was definitely playing tricks on you. How could you’ve been this stupid? This ignorant of a man who was clearly head over heels with you.

How could you’ve been this fucking stupid.

We fall apart as it gets dark

I'm in your arms in Central Park

There's nothin' you could do or say

I can't escape the way I love you

I don't want to, but I love you

“Ashton,” you breathed as he opened the door.

There he stood, dark circles under his blood stained eyes. His fingers tightly grabbing the neck of his beer bottle. His lips were formed into a tight lipped stripe.

The rain slowly took a hold of your already run out mascara. You felt the droplets rolling down your skin as you forgot to bring both a coat and an umbrella when you left your apartment hastily.

“Wait,” you croaked as Ashton wanted to close the door again, your hand quickly grabbing the door handle. “Hear me out, please.”

He let out a big sigh, slightly opened the door again and looked at you with hurt eyes. The salty taste was back in your mouth the second the two of you looked into each other's eyes.

“I know, I should’ve reacted differently. I know I shouldn’t have run away and leave you at your most vulnerable. I didn’t know what I was thinking. I wasn’t, thinking,”

You stop for a second to catch your breath. Quickly glancing at the man in front of you. He has put the half drunk bottle on the floor and leaned against the door post. His arms folded across his body in a butterfly like way. Comforting himself.

“Out of seven billion beating hearts I thought I fell for the one that didn’t beat for me. I truly thought I fell for the one who didn’t know my love for them existed. But I was wrong. So. Wrong.”

You took a step closer, at this point your clothes clung against your body and your make-up was probably all run out. You tried to put some loose strands of hair back behind your ears but the downpour just pushed it right back on your face.

Your fingers found his elbows and he let you run your cold hands up his arms to cup his face.

“Ashton, there's nothing you could do or say. I can't escape the way I love you,” your fingers softly stroked his cheeks, followed the lines of his eyebrows down to his lips.

The hurt in his eyes made way for something else. Hope? Maybe? There still was a piece of pain left but you could clearly see the universes you’ve come to know and love, return in his eyes.

“I love you,” you breathed before you cupped his face again, pushing your lips against his.

“I love you, too,” he whispered against your lips as he pulled you closer and closed the door behind the two of you.

[fairytaleflo]

fandom: The Iron Butterfly Series (set in The Steele Wolf)  ship: Kael/Thalia rating: G summary: Kael has some time for introspection as the storm rages outside. He knows he should keep his distance, but somehow, Thalia winds up in his arms.  a/n: just some fluff and Kael introspection that i felt like writing!                                                   read it on ao3!

He really should keep his distance. Kael knows this. He made a promise, to let her decide in her own time. To give her space. He still wasn’t convinced he was the safest choice for her, but he’d be damned if he let that puppy steal her from him. It was tiring enough, watching the Denai stare after Thalia with that lovestruck gaze, watching him kiss her. Kael clenched his jaw, muscle in his cheek twitching. In the end, the joke was on Joss. Thalia was Kael’s lifemate. Not Joss’s. 

He just hoped she’d come around soon enough for him to tell her that. 

Lightning crashes, thunder rolling through the small shelter they’re stationed in. The walls shake slightly, and even in her sleep Thalia lets out a whimper. She’s been tossing and turning all night, eyelids moving rapidly. Thunder rolls again and the whimper turns to cries, and Kael is at her side before he can talk himself out of it. He perches at the edge of her bed, reaching out to stroke her face, to try and soothe her. He knows all too well the memories these storms can bring back. He bears countless scars, but they share some of the more recent ones. He’d witnessed firsthand the anguish she’d gone through receiving hers. He hadn’t been able to do anything to stop it. He pulls his hand back. 

He really should keep his distance. 

Another wave of thunder rolls through the night, and Thalia’s movements become more frantic, her cries turning to shouts and sobs. Kael climbs into the bed, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close before his head gets in the way again. She needs him. 

“Shhh, Thalia. You’re okay- it’s just a dream. It can’t hurt you anymore,” he whispers, arms tightening around her as he stares out into the darkness of the shelter. 

Her sobs slow, turning into shaky breaths. She hasn’t said a word, and Kael isn’t even sure she knows that it’s him holding her. He feels her relax, grip on his shirt releasing some as she snuggles into his chest. Kael hopes she’s too asleep to feel the way her actions make his heart miss a beat. He pulls her closer, resting his face atop her head. 

Hemi was right- Kael wasn’t doing his job. He had promised to protect her. Kael had noticed the way she’d shuffle her food around, and tonight was certainly not the first time she’d had nightmares. She wasn’t the only one who’d been losing sleep. Kael had told himself that it was just her nerves, that she would be fine on her own. That it would sort itself out in time. And perhaps it would. But, he had made a promise to her father- a promise that he would lay down his life for her. A promise that, from now on, would include ensuring she ate and slept. 

Thalia sighed softly in sleep, slinging her arm over his side. It was the first time in weeks he’d seen her so content. Kael felt himself relaxing under her touch, eyelids growing heavy. The storm raged on outside, yet now each burst of lightning and wave of thunder simply made Thalia pull closer to him. 

Kael tilted his face down, pressing a featherlight kiss to the top of her head. So much for keeping his distance. He relaxed into the bed, unsure if sleep would come but unwilling to leave Thalia’s arms. She needed him. Kael let his eyes drift closed, hoping that it was as much as he needed her. 

[flowersandmurders-archived]

                                based on this ask @malaktheraven got

“I love you. I’m in love with you.”

He isn’t sure he hears you right at first. In fact, he’s certain he’s heard you wrong. If he’d heard you right…

He feels his hands begin to shake, violet eyes staring at you with such intensity that you couldn’t look away if you wanted to. He’s searching for any sign, any way that this could hurt you. Looking for the way your face contorts when the headaches come back, looking for even the slightest bit of hesitation. A bright, warm feeling explodes through his chest as he finds none.

“I love you, too,” Asra says, hands still shaking as he runs them through your hair, down your back, over your shoulders, then back to your hair. He can’t seem to stop touching you as he speaks, desperate to be certain this isn’t all a dream.

“You have no idea how much, I...” He pauses, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, hands steadying themselves on your shoulders. “I would do anything for you, everything- I’d - Seeing you hurt, seeing you in pain, I can’t tell you how much that hurt me, how badly I want to keep you safe, I promise I’ll always keep you safe, for as long as you’ll have me-”

Words seem to fail him as he kisses you again. This time, he holds nothing back.

[flokive]

weather boy - cth

description: fratboy!cal au with a LOT of vine references // part one of a 4 part series: a year in the life of calum and his roommate.  writers note: a little something i’ve been writing for my baby @ashtonsos​, enjoy! wordcount: 1638

warnings: none really

//

fall

"Shouldn't you be studying?" You looked up from your phone when you heard your dorm mate's husky voice. "Piss off frat." You huffed and you returned your gaze back at your screen. "I didn't know you participated in these kinds of events, Gilmore, especially a carwash. I like it. Will we be seeing you on top of our cars soon?" Calum laughed when you rolled your eyes at the nickname Calum gave you when the two of you met for the first time. 

               You had moved in a week before classes started, Calum arrived on the final moving day, the Friday before the start of the year. He threw his stuff in his room and tried to introduce himself, the cool and popular frat boy, to his new roommate, a girl with her hair bundled up in two messy braids and surrounded with empty to-go coffee cups. You were already studying when he first entered the shared living room. In the background, an episode of Gilmore Girls was playing. “It’s white noise for me.” You explained when he asked why the television was on but you weren’t really watching it. “It helps me study.” You shrugged and re-focused on your schoolwork. “My name Calum by the way, if you were interested.” He sighed and that was that. The two of you would exchange some greetings when you ran into each other in the dorm but you would completely ignore each other on campus. A few weekends in, Calum walked into the living room again, all dressed up for the first frat party of the year. You were watching Gilmore Girls, again, and drinking coffee, again. “Well Gilmore,” Calum started, “are you going to be a buzzkill and watch this show the whole evening or are you going to be fun and come to this party with me?” “What do you think, frat boy.” You respond lazily and paused the show. Calum lifted one eyebrow, a cocky expression appearing on his face. A deep sigh escaped your lips. “You know what. You just go your way, I’ll go mine. Ok?” Calum shrugged. “Okay.” “And you know, if we’re ever meant to be friends, which I doubt, I’ll meet you there. Now, let me watch my show in peace, and please don’t be too loud when you come barging in with some blonde sorority chick?” The boy laughed, shook his head, and nodded in agreement. “Sure Gilmore, whatever you want.”

“Wait…” Calum says, “Don’t tell me you’re actually in a sorority and you’re not some weird study girl who goes to college only to get a diploma?” “I am not.” You answered annoyed, “I’m only doing this because a friend needed some extra hands.” Calum chuckled. “So, what do you want, frat boy?” You asked, finally putting away your phone. “I want what everybody wants,” he shrugged, “I want to have my car washed by one of those sexy sorority girls.” You rolled your eyes and accepted the money Calum gave you, in exchange for a carwash ticket. “You can leave your car there,” you explained to him, pointing to the parking space on your left side. “Some of those sexy sorority girls will be there any minute.” Calum took the ticket from your hands, his fingertips brushing against the palm of your hands. The touch felt hot against your skin, making you pull your hand back as fast as possible. Calum didn’t seem to notice your reaction to the touch, as he tucked away the little paper in his short, before jogging back to his friends.

"Oof, it's hot out today." The voice of Calum seemed to haunt you today. “Did not expect to see you on top of a car. How’s the weather up there Roomie?" You sighed, rolled your eyes, and looked down into Calum's dark brown eyes. "Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy." You said with a sarcastic tone and lifted your eyebrows awaiting a snarky comment from the brown-haired boy. Calum chuckled, shook his head, and pushed his friends towards the other cars. "C'mon mates, let's see if our cars are not dented and let vine girl here do her job." He and his friends walked away to a new victim to annoy. You shook your head, kind of confused that Calum didn't bite back and you finished washing the car. 

“You’re SO owning me one.” You hissed at your friend when you attempted to get all the soap off of your clothes. “Of course,” your friend laughed, “I’ll buy you all the coffee and carrot cake you want, okay?” A genuine smile appeared on your face when you embraced your friend. “Yes, I’d like that very much.” “Now?” “Now, please.”

++

The first few weeks of university flew by and before you knew it Halloween was coming up. You and Calum were on relatively speaking terms after the carwash conversation and were actually able to have some sort of conversation. You would talk about some of the classes you were taking, the food you wanted to order, asking if the other person would also like some tacos, and there was even some small talk about the possibility of hosting one of many Halloween parties on campus. "The fuck is all this?" Calum asked when entering the dorm room after a long day of lectures and studying. "It's frikking bats." You responded, proudly looking at your Halloween decorations. "I love Halloween.” Calum chuckled, hearing you use one of his favorite vines. “I love that vine.” You turned around with such speed you needed to reach for the couch to steady yourself. “You? Love vines?” You asked excitingly.  “Um yeah. Of course, I do. I’m not some crazy person who doesn’t know the world's greatest comedy alive?!” “I’m starting to like you more and more, weather boy.”  “You’re not so bad yourself, Gilmore.” 

++

The Halloween party was a success. Not only because everybody showed up and the campus police had to shut it down but also because you and Calum finally understood each other and were developing an actual friendship. The two of you would hang out on campus and would go out for lunch together every other Saturday. When you arrived at your favorite coffee house, ordered your favorite breakfast, you would sit down on the faded, brown leather couches overlooking the campus. “God I really needed this coffee.” You sighed when you took your first sip. “These tests and papers are kicking my ass.” Calum patted on your head to let you know he felt for you and took a bite of his chocolate chip pancakes. “Just two more weeks and it’s Christmas break. We’re almost there, Gilmore.” You nodded and nuzzled yourself on the big couch, watching the people walking outside and waiting at the register.

“It’s so weird seeing that girl with that guy. They totally don’t fit together.” You felt the eyes of the two blonde sorority girls, standing near the register, burning on your skin. You tapped Calum on his leg, trying to get his attention. “Girls are talking about us again.” You whispered and took another sip of your cappuccino. Calum shrugged and patted your leg. “So what if they’re talking. I don’t really care. I’d rather sit here with you and be talked about, than stand there with those two blondes and being talked about.” A smile crept on your face and you tried to ignore the two girls talking about you.

“You know what I heard though.” “What?” “They are roommates.”

“’Mah god, they are roommates.” The two of you mumbled in sync.

++

It was a typical Saturday night on campus, everybody either went out or went on dates. When Calum finally emerged from the bathroom after taking an hour to get himself ready he puts up a little fashion show for you. “And?” Calum asked, attempting to impersonate runway models. “Don’t I look dapper.” You looked up from your book and checked Calum out. He’s wearing his white button-up shirt, which hugs his arms perfectly, a classic pair of black jeans and some black loafers. You slowly bit your lip when you looked into the boy's brown eyes. “Yes…” you said softly. The boy smiled back and walked towards the door to get his coat and steals one last glance in the mirror. “Well, I’ll be seeing you tomorrow. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Calum joked and he looked at you, all tucked in under your favorite blanket on your favorite lazy chair. For a second Calum doubted if he should leave. For a second he wondered what it would be like to just stay here and maybe cuddle with you under the big pile of blankets, watching your favorite series and having you falling asleep against his chest. The thoughts got rudely interrupted by your sweet voice.

“Bye Calum!” You shooed and you gave him a small wave. "And remember.” You said quickly when Calum opened the door. Calum looked at you hopefully, hoping you would ask him to come home early, asking him not to leave, but you didn’t seem to notice the change in his eyes when you continued your sentence.

"Nobody will ever be able to hate you more than you already hate yourself.” And with that remark, your attention went back to the book you were holding in your hand. Calum closed the door leaving you behind with a soft sigh, failing to see you wiping away a single tear. 

With the sound of the closing door, you threw your book away in frustration and buried your face in Calum’s green hoodie you used as an extra pillow. Sniffing the familiar scent of your roommate you thought back to a few weeks ago. Ever since the Halloween party, something had shifted in the friendship between the two of you.

//

taglist: @cthofficial​ - @easierlftv​ - @spicycal​ - @calmlftv​

[flokive]

weather boy - cth

description: fratboy!cal au with a LOT of vine references // part two of a 4 part series: a year in the life of calum and his roommate. part one is right here writers note: don’t really have a lot to say actually, i just really really really hope you all like it!! xx wordcount: 1965

warnings: none really, just a lot of pining over each other and some drinking?

//

winter

++

It's nearly 12 am when Calum finally walked into the living room, wearing only his pajama trousers, with a big grin on his face. You took a quick glance at his torso as he stretched with a soft yawn and plumped next to you on the couch. Your cheeks turning a soft pink when you feel the warmth radiating off of his body. His familiar scent greeting your nostrils, making you want to nuzzle your face in his neck and never leave. It took you some willpower to not go right ahead and press your lips on his, letting your fingers run through his hair. Your thoughts get interrupted by Calum’s sleepy voice.

"God, Gilmore. Is there ANYthing better than pussy?” You let out a big sigh, put down your book, and looked your brown-haired friend in his eyes. "A really good book." You tried to keep a stern and serious face but the moment Calum recognized the words, his face lit up and he started to laugh, causing you to fail in keeping your stern look. “God, woman. Do you ever, not, speak in vine references?” You shook your head and laughed, quickly patted Calum’s leg, and continued reading your book as Calum turned on the tv. Both of you enjoying each others company and your Saturday morning.

++

When you walked in your living room after a long day of studying and hoping for some peace and quiet, you stumbled upon your roommate and some random girl making out on your couch. The very couch you wanted to claim for the rest of the night to watch Gilmore Girls and eat pizza. You growled and dropped your heavy book bag, startling the two lovebirds. 

“Fuck.. this shit. I’m out.” You huffed angrily and stormed out of the apartment, tears started to form in your eyes.

“Hey! Babe, wait up!” Calum yelled as he ran after you, getting a hold of your wrist, making you stop in your tracks. “I’m sorry,” he breathed, “I didn’t know you would be home so soon.” He apologized softly, tugging your arm to try and get you to turn around. You blinked furiously, trying to get your eyes back to normal before facing your roommate. Apparently, you didn’t quite succeed because when Calum got a good look at your face, his eyebrows knotted and a sad expression showed in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” He whispered softly, cupping your face, his eyes tried to meet yours. “Nothing.” You said flatly, trying to avoid looking into his eyes. “Look at me,” Calum demanded, holding your face a little bit tighter, and you had no choice but to finally meet his gaze. Tears formed in your eyes when you thought back at the moment you saw him sitting there, with another strange girl. 

“Hey…” his voice was soft in your eyes, making you tear up even more. “Talk to me, petal.” You shook your head, clearly not wanting to talk about what made you tear up. “Just,” you spoke softly, barely audible. “Just leave me alone, Calum.” You tried to pry loose from his grab, he let you. “Just, you have a guest to entertain. I’ll be fine.” Calum opened his mouth to say something in return but you just shook your head, turned on the back of your heels, and walked away from your roommate. Leaving him speechless and confused. He couldn’t really figure out what he had done to make you feel sad. 

As badly as he wanted to follow you, pull you close and comfort you, he knew you didn’t. So he left, walked back to the apartment, only to find the blonde girl he didn’t know the name of waiting for him, wearing a very short dress, leaving nothing to the imagination. Trying to get the image of you crying out of his head, the took off his shirt and guided the blonde to his bedroom. When the girl finally left the apartment, he was regretting the decision to take the girl back to your apartment in the first place. She had only been a distraction, to get his feelings out of the way, knowing they’d probably stay unrequited. Something that had obviously failed when he saw your face again the morning after.

As a few days go by, the two of you haven’t really spoken a word about what happened. You kinda went back to how things were, just having fun as friends and nothing more, really. All though, you noticed, there clearly were less girls staying over in the apartment than before.

++

*Please, help, this girl just won’t LEAVE!* 

Calum texted you, your grunt muffled by your cushion. You have been lying awake all night, partly because of the noise Calum made when he came home drunk, again, with some random girl, again. Partly because you’ve been crying in your bed all night, thinking about Calum. About the other girl now laying in his bed, probably nuzzled against his broad chest, sulking up his fragrance, feeling his soft touch all over her body. Obviously, the feelings you had for your roommate never really faded away since the last time you saw Calum together with a girl.

Your phone buzzed again, an awkward, pouty faced selfie lit up your screen, a text reading ‘pretty please’ arriving soon after. You huffed in annoyance as you stand up, bitter thoughts that he only needed you when you needed to scare away some chick, swirled around in your brain. With your sweatpants in your hands, you looked in the mirror, hanging on your bedroom door. Looking at your reflection, you saw yourself standing there, your legs bare and your ass barely covered up by one of Calums t-shirts you snatched out of the fresh laundry a few weeks ago. 

A devilish smile appeared on your face, thinking about how Calum’s face would change if you were to walk into his room, barely covered, wearing his favorite shirt. You threw your sweats back on your bed and decided to change your casual underwear to some lacey panties. “Go big or go home, Gilmore.” you whispered to your self as you took one last glance in the mirror.

"I didn’t get no sleep ‘cause of y’all! You’re never getting sleep ‘cause of me!” You yelled, barging into the Calum room, beating on some pans, startling your roommate, and the girl laying next to him. “The fuck…” Calum starts but quickly trailed off when he sees you wearing his old Led Zeppelin tee. His eyes traveled up and down your body, lingering, maybe too long, on your exposed ass when you raised your arms to bang on the pans. He never really noticed your bare legs, the way your body looked, hidden away under his t-shirt. His… t-shirt. He slowly licked his lips at the thought of you wearing more, and less, of what’s actually his.

“What the fuck?!” A shriek next to him made Calum peel his eyes away from your ass, looking at the girl next to him. “Aren’t you going to do something about this?!” The blonde girl screamed, frantically pointing at your crazy roommate. He shrugged, the girl exclaimed some profanity’s and quickly got up, gathered her stuff and ran out of the apartment. 

“Good one..” Calum breathed shakily, still checking you out. You gave him a weak smile, dropped the pans on his bed, and walked out of his room, giving a little bit more sway in the way you walked than you did before. 

“Damn Gilmore,” Calum whispered as you closed the door to your own bedroom, “damn, you look good in my shirt.”

++

It’s the first time you came along to a frat party together with Calum. When you entered the big, white fraternity house, you immediately spotted the heads of Calums friends and eventually also Calum’s brown curls. You greeted them with a shy smile, gave Calum a tight hug, and looked around you, watching the boys and girls dancing on tables and playing games like beer pong. 

“Just, grow a fucking pair dude and talk to her.” You heard Calum tell someone. You shifted your attention back to your roommate’s friends and saw that he was talking to Kyle. “What the fuck is up Kyle..” Calum stated jokingly, making you smile. Kyle said something you couldn’t quite understand, but joined Calum anyway. 

“No what did you say, what the fuck dude.” Calum started laughing and joined you in yelling the last line. “Step the fuck up KYLE!!” The boy shook his head at the sight of the two on you and mumbled something like, “you really are perfect for each other,” as he stumbled away, getting another drink before stepping up to the girl they were talking about.

“Well,” you laughed and took a sip of the drink Calum just made you, “the pep talk worked. Look!” You pointed at the couple, now kissing against the stairwell. “Of course it worked, doll.” Calum slurred, he took another gulp of his beer as he casually slung his arm around your shoulder and pulled you close. The heath crept up your neck and cheeks as Calum casually brushed his lips against your ears, slowly swaying his hips against yours on the rhythm of the music. 

Roses pumped out of the many speakers surrounding the two of you, empty bottles of beers were scattered around the room, people danced on tabletops and you never wanted to leave the arms of your roommate. A new red cup got pushed in your hands by Calum, him still holding you close as the song transitioned to Filthy by Justin Timberlake. Calums laugh ringed in your ears as he recognized the tune and quickly turned you around so the two of you were dancing face to face. 

He quickly downed his beer, you’ve lost count how many had been drinking. He began dancing in robot-like movements, quickly changing to sexier dance moves as the song progressed. “All my haters gon' say it's fake. I guess I got my swagger back.” A devilish grin appeared on his face. “I said, put your filthy hands all over me.” His index finger beckoned you to come closer. “Baby, don't you mind if I do. Exactly what you like times two. Got me singin', ooh, ooh’.” His lips found your earlobes again, the words he sang gave you goosebumps everywhere on your body.

As the music swelled, the alcohol took more control of your body and you found yourself grinding with Calum. His hands lay on your exposed hips and his face was buried in your hair, your mind wandered to the things that could happen if the two of you were to continue dancing like this. Your left hand met his neck, your fingers intertwined with his hair, your right hand swayed with you to the music. The two of you danced like you didn’t have a care in the world, the two of you completely living in the moment.

The filthy song changed into Kill The Lights and the moment the two of you had, stopped as quickly as it started. A lot of whoo’s echoed in the packed living room as Calum’s friends joined you again, holding new, freshly made drinks. You quickly stepped back, letting go of the man’s neck and accepted the drink. The vodka slightly burned your throat as you gulped it down, trying to drown out what just happened. The alcohol made you looser, made you lose your carefully built wall to protect you against everything and everyone. The wall you build to keep the feelings you’ve been building up all these weeks, in a dark corner of your mind, trying to not give in and finally accepting that you really were falling in love with your roommate.

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lie to me III - Moving Along

description: part three of my internet bff au featuring ashton irwin // it’s been a week since james left the apartment, liz can’t really take the radio silence and decides to distract herself, but that doesn’t really go according to plan… 

writers note: not much to say, again, i just really hope y’all like this chapter :)  wordcount: 1234 (i’m not kidding haha)

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Thinking 'bout you lots lately Have you been eating breakfast alone like me? Scared of moving on, but you're already gone So if you're moving on, won't you just tell me?

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Still no text, no sign of life. It’s been a week since their fight and she still doesn’t know if she and James are still together. They’ve had some fights before with him leaving but he would always return home. He always came back the next day. Or he would at least text where he was and when he would come back. But not this time. The complete radio silence drives Liz insane, not knowing what to do with herself and her thoughts, she decides to let loose.

The music flows through her entire body, her bangs stick to her sweaty face and the alcohol in her hand dances dangerously close to the rim of the glass. Liz’s hips sway to the music, her eyes are closed. Lights flash before her eyes, and when she opens them again she looks into the eyes of some dark-haired stranger. Like I Love You comes to an end and the stranger moves closer, his lips grazing her jaw. 

“You know, I used to dream about this when I was a little boy. I never thought it would end up this way,” he whispers with a low voice as his rough hands creep up on her hips. The song transitions to a new one and Liz feels his mouth sucking on her earlobe. The feeling makes her lightheaded and a soft moan escapes her lips. She feels the stranger laugh against her head and his fingers stroke her back, the touch hot against her bare skin. 

Everything moves too fast, too quick. The stranger has moved his hand to her ass and is now kissing her neck. Liz’s eyes open wide when his teeth graze against her skin, his lips leaving sloppy marks up and down her neck. The movements make her feel like she can’t breathe. She tries to push the stranger away, trying to get some more air and to really understand what’s happening right now.

Maybe coming to a club and drinking her feelings away wasn’t the best plan. Maybe getting involved with some random stranger wasn’t the best plan.

The stranger looks at her and a smirk appears on his lips. He leans in to kiss her and Liz turns her head so his lips miss and end up on her temple. Liz smiles coyly and mouths that she needs a drink. The stranger shrugs and turns around, giving her space to hurry to the bar. After her tongue meets the familiar flavor of the drink, the alcohol leaving a slight burn in her throat, she finally lets out a breath she was holding in. With her fresh drink in hand, she scans the room. Trying to find the stranger to know what area of the bar she has to stay away from.

Suddenly, her eyes notice... him. His hair is the first thing that Liz notices and his face makes her breath hitch. The black shirt makes his shoulders look broad and he’s wearing those black jeans that fit his tights heavenly. His eyes don’t meet hers, thankfully, but he looks down at a drunk blonde. Her arms are all over his, caressing his shoulders and tugging at his hair while he leans in to kiss her. Liz her drink almost slips out of her hand when she sees her ex? boyfriend kiss some random stranger, like it’s something normal. She gulps her drink down, places the glass on the bar, and moves as quickly as she can outside. The nausea almost taking control of her body. Liz plumps down on the first chair she finds and holds her head in her arms, tears silently flowing down her cheeks as she thinks about all the events that occurred this night. She tries to swallow down the vile rising up in her throat and wipes away her tears when she sits back up.

“You okay girl?” A warm voice next to her asks and she looks at the woman sitting next to her, smoking a cigarette. “Not really.” Liz sighs and a small, fake, smile appears on her face. “You want one?” the woman asks, holding out a packet of cigarettes. Liz shrugs, takes one, lights it, and inhales, the familiar taste lingers in her mouth. “Thanks.” She exhales, watching the smoke get carried away by a soft, summer breeze. 

“You want to talk about it?” The woman asks and Liz shakes her head. “Just some stupid boyfriend problems I can’t seem to escape.” She mumbles, taking another puff of the cigarette. “I just wish I’ve never met him, it would’ve made my life so much easier.” White puffs of smoke leave her mouth when she talks. “I think I just need to leave this place, or whatever.” 

“Go.” The woman replies. “Just… Go. Not to be blunt or anything but, just leave. What’s holding you back?” Liz sighs and closes her eyes. “You’re right.” She mumbles and takes one last drag of the cigarette before flicking it away. “Of course I’m right.” The woman laughs and offers another cigarette. Liz politely declines and closes her eyes, trying to drown away the thoughts and images flashing through her brain.

Liz pays the taxi before stepping out of the vehicle, and hurries to her front door. The cool summer air tickles her bare legs, giving her goosebumps and making her shiver while she looks for her keys. Since the talk with the woman at the bar, Liz sobered up enough and decided it would’ve been a smart plan to just go home, instead of going back in and drinking away the thoughts that came popping up in her head after seeing James kissing another girl. 

She throws her keys on the kitchen table and grabs her phone from her purse, walking to the bedroom to charge the damn thing. Whilst waiting for it to go on again, she washes her face, removes the make-up stains and sweat, and changes into her pajamas before returning back to bed. Her phone greets her with several new messages.

                                                                               fletchersthoughts

hi girl,  just checking in on you, haven’t heard from you the last couple of days and i’m worried please just let me know how you are holding up with this break up? i miss u x

Liz sighs and feels the guilt slowly washing over her. Her fingers fly over the touchscreen, trying to write a decent message to send to Fletcher.

queenliz

hi fletch,  i’m sorry i’ve been ignoring you these past couple of days… no.. i’m not quite holding up with everything that has happened, i went out to distract myself and saw james hooking up with some rando. cant seem to shake that image from my head i solemnly wish i’ve never fucking met that guy, all he does is ruin me. will this feeling ever stop fletch? will i ever stop feeling like this?

It takes Fletcher less than 5 seconds to reply.

                                                                               fletchersthoughts

hi babe, ’s alright i just miss you, i’m so sorry about all this  you’ll be apples hun, might take a while but all will be alright in the end

A smile forms on Liz’s lips. Even though she’s been the worst best friend the past couple of days, Fletcher never seems to hold a grudge.

She lays her phone on her bedside table and sinks back into the bed, her eyes heavy with sleep and all kinds of emotions.

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