[gently whispers in your ear] this is what mike dreams about

Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.3

Originally posted by michaelsrighteyebrow

                                               Part T H R E E

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: i actually really like this part so i hope you guys do, too!! please try and get this to 100 notes (the regular) and im so happy a lot of you are enjoying it. i love your responses abt it so much, it makes me smile lots :] ty bubbas ‘n enjoy !!

Parts: one, two, threefour, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]

                                                   I M A G I N E 

 Flight to Helsinki, Finland, 3 Hours In

“Switch with me,” Luke spewed out as you put your magazine down and looked up at him. He was holding tightly on your seat while the plane was entering light turbulence. “Hurry!”

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Soul mate - An Emmett Cullen imagine

A/N: Wow! This took a while to complete, but I really wanted this one to be something special!I really hope you guys like this Emmett x Reader, I took 3 different requests and fit them all in together. Tell me how you like it! Requests: (#1)Could you please write an imagine on what it would be like to be mated to Emmett if the reader was really shy and/or socially awkward? How would Emmett act about it? (#2) For the Emmett Cullen request, maybe something were the reader is very tiny and shy so he constantly flirts with her to get a reaction out of her? (#3)Maybe an Emmett imagine where you’re new and mike won’t leave you alone and mike starts being really creepy and Emmett comes to your rescue         ________________________________________________

      When you’re a new student at a school you should expect to get attention. This is especially true in high school, when you think about it most of these people have known each other since they were in elementary school, so when someone new comes into the mix it is exciting. It had been a busy two weeks since I started my junior year at Forks public high school, the attention I received the first few days had worn off and I was no longer news. Except to Mike Newton.

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zennie-fic  asked:

Director Sanvers prompt: pre-relationship-ish, already complicated fake date with Alex and Lucy (because of feels) gets even more complicated when they meet Maggie mid-date. Dealers choice on date location and outcome.

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It’s a stakeout, Alex keeps telling herself. Doesn’t matter that the restaurant she’s in has a five month waiting list, the complimentary glass of champagne probably costs more than a month’s rent or that her date is Lucy Lane. Lucy Lane, who just walked in wearing a low-cut red dress and a smile that makes her eyes sparkle like the bubbles in the champagne Alex knocks back to hide a soppy smile.

It’s just a stakeout.

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After Dawn (Josh Washington x Reader x Mike Munroe)

A/N: This story plays after the incidents on Mount Washington. Everybody, including Josh, are alive. Sorry, if it sucks, I tried to make it good. Enjoy! :)

Word count: 1,295

You sat in the hospital room, staring outside and thinking about the events that happened on Mount Washington. Six hours had already passed since then.  Six hours since that horrible night. You couldn’t still believe all the things you went through. It seemed like you have dreamed and it all never happened.  Josh’s prank, the stranger, the Wendigo. Nothing at all. But the truth was, everything was totally real and no one would believe you. Not even your parents. You weren’t even mad at them, you wouldn’t believe yourself either. You sighed and turned your head to the young man lying in front of you. Your heart wrenched when you saw his face and his arms, covered by bruises and scratches. He was sleeping peacefully, his chest lifted and fell. Tears were brimming your eyes, you hardly tried to hold them back.

After the psychopath revealed himself as Josh, your heart broke down into thousand pieces. You didn’t want to believe it at the beginning. It couldn’t be Josh, your loving, caring and wonderful boyfriend. No, it just couldn’t be. Why would he do this anyway? Why would he punish you with his stupid game, although you had nothing to do with the prank on Hannah. But it wasn’t only you. He also pranked Chris and Sam, the most innocent people from the group. Chris passed out that night with Josh, and Sam tried to warn Hannah. Unfortunately, it was late. Too late.

Josh laughed at you, any love was disappeared from his eyes .They reflected nothing but anger and pain. He didn’t even care, when you broke down into heavy sobs. You knew, he wasn’t mentally stable and the fact that you haven’t done enough to help him, hit you very hard. You blamed yourself. You could’ve done more. You could’ve prevented those events. But no one knew about the Wendigo. This creature was the most horrible thing that you ever saw in your entire life. It would always follow you in your dreams. Those piercing eyes, its sharp teeth and its ear-piercing screech.  Not even the best therapist could delete those pictures, they always would be burnt in your brain.

Someone knocked on the door, interrupting your thoughts. Mike came in, holding two cups of coffee in hands. He handed you over one cup. You gladly took it. You didn’t eat or drink for hours. Now, a cup of coffee would be the right thing to calm your nerves. Mike took a seat next to Josh on the other side of the bed. “How’s he doing?” He asked. You shrugged your shoulders, warming your hands up with the coffee. “Nothing much. He’s still sleeping. What about Jess? Is she alright?” Mike took a sip of his drink before answering. “She’s ok. Her face doesn’t look very well but that’s no problem. All that matters is that she’s fine.” You felt really sorry for Jess. Although you never liked her, cause she was so mean to Hannah and everyone else, you didn’t think that she deserved all the things that happened to her. “Poor Jess.” You sighed. Mike just nodded. You both were glancing at Josh. You took his ice cold hands in yours, trying to warm them.

You were so glad, that nothing bad happened to him. When you found out, he was dragged away from that Wendigo, all you could do think about was whether he was alive or not. Betrayal, disappointment, anger.. Everything vanished. You were just worried about your boyfriend. You prayed that he was safe and okay, and when Mike dragged him out of the mines, you felt nothing but relief. Josh broke down directly, too weak and shocked to stand on his feet. Nobody knew what he saw in the mines or experienced.

“You guys knocked him out pretty hard.” You mentioned, pointing at the bruise on Josh’s left eye. Mike laughed a little. “Well, Chris was very mad about him hitting Ashley and I thought he killed Jess. And then one led to another.”  You fingers slid softly along your boyfriend’s cheeks. Mike was wondering about your actions. He probably thought, you were still mad at Josh, but you understood now. You understood how he must have felt after Hannah and Beth disappeared. His whole world fell apart as he lost two important people in his life. “He didn’t want this to happen.” You responded. Mike snorted, taking another sip. “Yeah, sure.” Suddenly you felt very mad at him, like you had to defend Josh. “You knew that he wasn’t on his meds, Mike. Normally, he wouldn’t do any of this. Never! I know him.”  “Yeah, sure.” He commented again. “Listen, (Y/N), this jerk needs to be locked in a lunatic asylum. Go and find yourself another boyfriend. He will probably be out of his meds more often. ” You jumped out of your seat, your voice raised as you snapped at him. “How dare you?!” He was shocked about your harsh reaction, his eyes got wide open. You gazed at Josh, taken aback that he wasn’t awake after your overreaction.  “Do you even realize that this was your entire fault, Mike? You made him do this. You made him take revenge. If you and your stupid friends had not played this stupid prank on Hannah, none of this would have happened. I mean, what were you thinking? You knew that Hannah had a massive crush on you and everything you did was humiliating her in front of her “friends”?  How could you do this?”  Tears formed in your eyes, threaten to fall down your cheeks.

“You ruined his life, Mike. You are responsible for all this shit. Josh’s parents never really cared for their son. The only one who cared were Hannah and Beth. And because of you assholes, yeah I mean you and your bitchy friends, he lost the most important people in his life.”  You breathed heavily as you finally said the words which got stuck in your lungs for a very long time. “Ah yeah? And why did he play his stupid game only on you, Sam and Chris? The most innocent people?”  You sighed, pointing at the door. “I don’t know and I don’t really want to know. Just get out, Mike. I never want to see you or the others again. Josh doesn’t need you in his life. We don’t need you.” Mike scoffed before he went out. “You’re stupid, so stupid, (Y/N).”  You sighed, turning to the window.  You put your face in your hands, trying to calm down. Stupid Mike!

“I’m sorry.” You heard someone whisper. As you turned back, you could see Josh, now sitting on his bed with tears in his eyes. “Josh!” You shouted, running towards him. You pulled him into a hug, stroking his hair gently. Josh tensed under your touch, his body was shaking as he let the tears fall down his cheeks. You tried to soothe him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. “Everything will be fine, Josh. I promise. We will get through this. Together.” You put your forehead against his, feeling his breath on your lips. “Stop crying Josh, please. I’m not mad at you anymore. Really.”  “I’m sick, (Y/N). I’m not good for you. You should leave me.” Your mouth hung open as he spoke. Then you slapped him lightly on his head. “Never! You hear me Josh? I’m never going to leave you! I don’t care about you mental illness. Your problem is my problem. I’m not letting go. I love you.” You pecked his lips more than once, your body was pressed against his. “I love you, Josh Washington!” He smiled, kissing the back of your hands. “Thank you for standing up for me.”

“You’re welcome.”


Boss Baby.

Drabble Challenge - Prompt 13 - “I lost our baby.”  Filled for @halespecterwinchester

Thank you for the prompt, I hope you like it. :)

He only glanced away for a second, distracted by the loud thunder clap and the looming charcoal clouds overhead.
His eyes settle on the spot where Theodore is sitting, only he’s no longer there.  Frantically his eyes sweep over the park, the few kids nearby on the swing set, the adults sitting on the benches watching but he can’t see him anywhere, he’s gone.
He starts running, and calling his name-

“Theodore,” Mike yells, bolting upright in bed, shaken by his third bad dream this week.

“Mike?” Harvey asks, pulling himself up and wrapping his arms around Mike’s sweaty body.  “What was it this time?”

Mike took large gulps of air, nestled against Harvey’s chest while he shushed him.  He didn’t want to talk about it, but the stupid dreams just kept happening.

“Same dream, I lost our baby, only this time it was at the park,” he blurted, untangling himself from Harvey and snuggling back down under the warmth of the covers.

Harvey joined him, nuzzling against him and placing a soft bite beside his nipple.  His breathing was still fast, but his face had relaxed, and he looked thoughtful.

“Maybe I should google what the dream means?” He asked Harvey seriously.

Harvey looked perplexed.  “People do that?”

“Sure,” he replied reaching for his phone.

“Give me that,” Harvey demanded, grabbing the phone from him, “I’ll play Dr Google.”

“Fine, but don’t think I haven’t noticed that you always get to play the Dr!” Mike teased, feeling the tension leave his body.

A minute later, Harvey was humming as if agreeing with the internet’s diagnosis.  Mike shot him an impatient look.

“Well, it says that dreaming that you’ve lost your baby may be referring to your inner child and that you need to take care of yourself, be kinder to you, blah blah blah.  Or, here it mentions a project being your baby, honestly though Mike it sounds like a bunch of crap,” he said putting the phone on the bedside table.  He shuffled across the sheets and threw his leg over Mike.

“You’ve only been having these dreams since you went and saw ‘The Boss Baby’ with Jenny on the weekend, you know?  The baby in your dream wasn’t wearing a suit was he?”  Harvey prodded him and flicked his nipple, grinning at him affectionately.

Mike sighed and pulled Harvey on top of him, the weight of his body grounding him into the now, “Maybe you’re right,” he agreed, nipping at Harvey’s neck, “maybe I just need to be distracted?“  He added cheekily.

"Now that, I don’t need google for,” Harvey gloated, lacing his fingers in Mike’s and kissing him gently on each eyelid.  Mike tilted his chin until Harvey’s lips found his. 

He loved the way Harvey kissed him, it was like he was the last breath Harvey would ever take, and he drank him in and delighted in every second of it.  Mike wanted everything with this man, and that’s when the thought struck him.  He pulled away, receiving a moan of loss as Harvey opened his eyes and frowned down at him.

“What’s going on?” Harvey asked with genuine concern, hands squeezing Mike’s as reassurance.

Mike looked up at the love of his life and whispered, “Maybe I’m dreaming of babies because I want us to have one?”

Harvey beamed back at him “Then we should absolutely have a conversation about that, because I’m not getting any younger, and I don’t want to be called pops by my kids!”

Mike grinned.  “I said one, Harvey,” he joked, kissing Harvey on the nose.

“Oh I know what you said, but I also know you.  No way would you be able to stop at one!” Harvey chuckled, kissing him sweetly on the cheek.

“Let’s go out for brunch later, and we can discuss the when and the how,” Harvey proposed, pulling the sheet up over them. “Right now, I have some wants of my own,” he whispered into Mike’s ear as he pressed his body against him.  Syncronised moans spilling from their lips.

The End.

Authors Note:  Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed drabble 6/8.  You can find the rest here - Millie’s Mini Marvey Musing’s

Past Abusive Relationship with Tony Perry. (requested).
Can you do a Tony perry one where you were an a abusive relationship and your dad used to hit you too but now dating Tony. And you accidentally broke his guitar and he yells “what the fuck” and you go in the corner and cry then when he comes to see you, and you beg him not to hit you then he tells you he loves you and would never hurt you?
I’m cleaning up my apartment; it’s a mess. Mainly because my boyfriend, Tony, had just moved in a couple of months ago. Currently, he’s over at Vic’s house or something, who’s another member in his band: Pierce The Veil. He creates mess everywhere he goes, and I mean everywhere. Dirty clothes are left, rubbish, paper, and I can’t forget: his guitar. It was his prized possession. Much more valuable than I was. He had a bunch of others but he loved this one. It was black and had green oozing over it, I had no idea what type it was; I’m not really a ‘guitar’ person, completely the opposite of Tony. He loves it so much, he’s owned it for ages, it’s always been his favourite. Soon enough it’s going to get broken, especially because of the way he leaves it around the house everywhere. This time, it was displayed nicely over my living room floor. I sigh out loud to myself. I specifically moved a bunch of stuff out from my old spare room so that he could put all of his music equipment in there. Does he use it? Of course not. Wires and such are wound round my stairs, lamps, tables. Everywhere. It’s like he uses every room apart from that one.
I grab the neck of the guitar and hoist it from the floor. The amount of times I’ve had to manoeuvre this lump of wood is unreal. Admittedly, I carry it clumsily out of the living room. Jeez, cleaning up after your boyfriend should be a sport. I mumble to myself as I drag my feet up the stairs. Stupidly, I don’t watch where I’m going. “Fuck!” I curse as I trip over one of the higher up stairs. Releasing Tony’s guitar, it bashes itself down the staircase. I see chips of paintwork jolt off of it. My eyes widen as I see it lay, practically shattered, by the bottom of the stairs. I can see about three strings split. I freeze at the top of the stairs. Uh oh. I rush down the stairs then sit in front of it on the floor. As I said: some paintwork is missing, strings have snapped, and I notice a crack in the guitars neck. For a moment, I’m speechless. I sit there in silence. Then the thoughts pour in. W… What if he gets angry? Just… Just like Ryan did… Just like my father would… What if he… he… hits me? My thoughts stutter. Both my father and Ryan would get angry if I smashed one of their alcohol bottles my accident and they had tons. This was Tony’s one and only favourite guitar… Tony’s never done anything like that to me before, he’s gotten angry but he’s never hit me. Regardless of that, I freeze as I feel my past almost becoming my present. The fear of someone growling in your face, the look of complete disgust plastering their own. Seeing someone’s fist lunge at your face… He… He’s going to hit me… He’s not going to love me… or want me… As I said: that guitars more valuable than I am. I feel my eyes shatter like glass. I sit there and stare at the guitar. What can I do?
Just my luck, I hear a key enter the front door. It’s Tony coming home… I scatter back a little, so I can see him walk through the door. Flicking his hair, I see his eyes are drawn to me, he sees the tears. Hurriedly, he makes his way over to me before crouching down. He doesn’t notice his guitar… Yet. His luxurious eyes meet mine. “Y/N, what’s u-” His mouth drops open as he looks to my side. He stands up tall. “Y/N, what the fuck?” He growls at me. “What the fuck have you done to my guitar?” He yells at me. “I… I’m sorry…” I whimper, shading myself. My body whelms up. “For fuck sake, Y/N.” He shouts, his hands dart outwards. I prepare for what I’m used to happening. Planning my escape, I sprint off as quickly as I could like I would with my father and Ryan. I hide behind the curtain in my living room. I curl up into a tight ball, clutching my knees firmly to my chest, my head rammed to my thighs. Tears claw their way down my pale cheeks. Sitting here, petrified, is a familiar feeling which I wish left me a long time ago. In my own house… I’m afraid, scared. “Y/N?” I hear Tony’s voice call my name. I can’t recognise the tone; my ears are muffled with the amount of tears that I’m choking on. Fully knowing what’s going to happen to me, I keep quiet. But I see a dark shadow look in front of the curtain. Drawing the curtain, he reveals me to him. “D… Don’t hit me.” I plead as I cry into my thighs. “Y/N…” Tony pats my thighs, trying to break my sturdy ball. “I… I’m not letting go.” I murmur to myself in a whisper, I don’t know if he can hear me or not. “Y/N, I’m not going to hit you, come on, come here.” He coos to me. Reluctant to move, I shake my head. Scooping my hunched body in his arms, he places me down on his sofa. He rests himself up against the arm of the chair, then he slides my body up next to his. His left arm supports my back as his other hand strokes my thigh softly. “I… I’m sorry.” I stammer, tears still dripping faintly off my eyelashes. I can’t seem to calm myself down, my breaths are still quick and unsteady. “It’s okay, Y/N.” He whispers in my ear. “But… But I broke it.” I sob, not being able to look into his eyes. “Hey, I can get it fixed. It’ll be good as new, don’t you worry about it.” He nuzzles his nose to mine. I know he’s lying, it will never be as good as new, but he successes in making me feel better. Breathing slower, I finally relax in Tony’s grasp. “Now, Y/N. Why would you ever think that I would dare to hit you? Your past makes you feel uneasy, I know that… But honestly, I will never, ever hurt you. I wouldn’t dream of it, no matter now angry I ever get, I won’t hit you, Y/N. I promise.” He says innocently, before laying benevolent kisses on my neck. I cosily snuggle against his warm body as he does so. His lips trail up my neck to my face, before finally reaching my lips. Passionately, he brushes his soft lips against mine. “I’m sorry for thinking that Tony, I really am.” I apologise guiltily. “Don’t worry.” He coaxes me gently. “I love you.” He whispers in a sweet, loving voice. “I’ll do anything to prove it.” He adds, squeezing my body tightly to his.

Year One

Written for @stbigbang organized by the incredible @themikewheelers — thanks for all your hard work Tori!

In happy collaboration with the incomparably talented @telekineticeggos — Check out her amazing piece right here! I’m still yelling over how wonderful it is!

(This is fairly long.) 

I. Winter

With her feverish forehead pressed up against the cool glass of the kitchen window, El looked on wistfully as snowflakes fell in the dim moonlight. They were her favourite kind of snowflake, thick and lush and coating the ground rapidly.  It would almost certainly be the last snowfall of the year, a late gust of winter just at the end of February, before Hawkins was pushed into the inevitable forward momentum toward spring. El felt disappointed that, being sick with what Joyce had called the flu, she was stuck indoors, feeling weak and tired, unable to look forward to tomorrow, a Saturday, spent in the snow with her friends skating, building a snowman, sledding, or doing any of the other fun things Mike, the rest of the boys, and Max had introduced her to in January.

“El?” She heard Joyce’s tired voice calling out to her from the living room and turned away with one last longing glance at the line of trees just beyond their yard, now barely visible through the flurries. El staggered on frail and sore legs back to the makeshift bed that Joyce had prepared for her on the living room sofa—she had been granted unlimited television privileges to make up for her bedridden state.

“What are you doing up, honey?” Joyce asked, gesturing towards the clock that hung on the wall opposite the couch. As she dragged her feet across the carpet, El glanced up at the clock as well. It was nearing ten o’clock.  Joyce sat on the very edge of the sofa, still in the work uniform she had come home in just after eight, her face full of concern as she took in the deep bags under El’s eyes and the pallor of her skin. It reminded Joyce, with a pang of guilt, of the evening they had made Eleven look for Will in that awful place.

“Bored,” El complained, her voice raspy and her throat struggling to emit even that monosyllable. “Can’t sleep.”

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Afterward (Day 3)

Mike still couldn’t sleep alone. Actually, only Sara added the ‘still’. Michael felt better equipped to understand his son’s need for reassurance, especially considering all he’d seen and heard in the past week. “Not to mention the fact that he lived through an entire day under the impression that both his parents were lost to him forever,” he added. Sara had conceded this point, and continued to indulge Mike’s need for her presence at bedtime, but the practice was wearing thin. Tonight, she had spent over an hour in and out of his room already, while Michael sat downstairs, feeling like a lousy father and worse husband.

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Prompt: "You're not calling him Junior are you. I promised you I would never do that." Origin of this conversation and Michael being there for Sara's pregnancy and birth of his son.

Michael sat in bed, his wife next to him, both of them a book in hand, the glow from the table lamps on their nightstands illuminating their faces as the words on the page came alive.  He’d made quick work of acquiring more baby books than any one person needed, and had been slowly making his way through them one by one.

He was careful to pay attention to the details, filing them away for later use.  Each new fact both exciting and terrifying, and he often found himself glancing over at Sara’s stomach, trying to imagine what it would be like once she started actually showing.

Sara must have seen him peeking at her, because she sets her book down, reaching over with her hand to the top of his head, moving to settle at the base of his neck.

“That’s probably enough for tonight,” she tells him gently, knowing that he was overwhelming himself with the looming future.

“Maybe I’ll just switch over to this,” he says, pulling out a name book from the stack on his nightstand.  This one was thicker than the rest, and had yet to be cracked open by him yet.

A smile comes to her face as she glances at the title.

“I already have a boy named picked out,” she says matter of factly, and his eyes dance with amusement at that.  She hadn’t said a thing before this.

“Well, are you going to tell me?” He asks with a slight laugh to his question, a smile lighting up his face.

“Michael,” she says, and he squints his eyes at her, almost begging for the answer.

“Come on, you have to tell me eventually,” he teases, and she just shakes her head, her hair falling from behind her ear and dangling in her face.

“No, the name is Michael,” she answers, and he knows his face immediately drops, and probably contorts into something disapproving.

“After me?” He asks, confused by her choice.

That has her laughing, but he sits with his brow furrowed.

“It’s a good, strong name,” she tries to convince him.  “And the namesake isn’t bad either,” she says with a guilty, close mouthed smile that has the green flecks in her eyes twinkle.

“There’s gotta be something better,” Michael cringes, tearing open the book, flipping to the first page of boys names he finds.  “Here, umm, what about—“

“Michael,” Sara points to the name on the page that he’d happened to have turned to.

His hand comes up to his temple, closing his eyes tightly.  

“I will find something better,” he insists.


“What about Luke,” He says as he rolls up the sleeves of his dress shirt, Sara sitting at the kitchen island, eating a strawberry.  Her stomach had grown, their baby having been announced as a boy just days before.

Her finger comes to wipe at her lip, the juice from the fruit threatening to drip down her chin.

“It’s a little close to Linc, don’t you think?” She asks, licking her finger with a smile.

“And Michael isn’t a little close to…Michael?” He jokingly argues, as he mentally scratches off another name on his never-ending list of names.

She doesn’t even dignify his argument with a response, instead reaching for another strawberry, her stomach pushing up against the island, and Michael can’t help but smile at her, despite her stubborn stance on the issue at hand.

“How about Frank, after your dad?” Michael suggests, not fond of the name, but willing to take anything at this point.

Her head shakes, mouth full.

“I loved my dad, but his name sounds like a serial killer or something.”

Michael heavily sighs, grabbing his keys from the basket by the door.

Leaning in, he kisses her softly, the taste of strawberries lingering on her lips.

“I will keep trying,” he whispers, and she smiles against him.

His hand comes to her stomach, so big now that his palm couldn’t even splay across the expanse of it anymore.  

“Bye baby,” he says, Sara’s hand coming to rest over his.


“River is kind of cool,” he suggests, as a very pregnant Sara walks next to him, her arm tucked into his, and their pace slow and steady, as to not to wear her out.

“Fox River,” she says, bringing her head to his shoulder.

“Well that is where we met,” he reasons, a grin coming to his face, and he can see her looking at him with the same grin.

“Next you’ll be suggesting Chicago as a good option,” she teases, nudging him with her elbow.

He raises an eye, willing to accept that as a compromise if she’d allow it.

She shakes her head no.

His face falling to the fate of their son being named after him.

She stops walking, causing him to face her, a confused look on his face, as the people around them continue moving.

“Why don’t you want him to be named after you?”  She asks him seriously, studying his eyes, waiting for an honest answer for why he’d been fighting so hard against what she seemed to have decided the moment she found out she was pregnant.

He dips his head, taking her hands into his.

“Why do you want him to be named after me?” He asks, his voice taking on a self-deprecating tone that has her angling her head to see his eyes that he was trying to keep hidden.

“You’re smart, and sweet, and loyal, and altruistic,” she begins listing traits that he’s ready to dispute, his demons whispering at him that none of that was true.  “You’re the best person I know who is going to be the best Dad.  Plus, I just like it,” she shrugs.

Glancing up at her, he sees how sincere she was in her explanation, her reasons sound and although he didn’t necessarily agree, to have someone think that fondly of him, to want their son to have the traits she hoped they’d share…it didn’t seem all that crazy.

“Promise me something,” he whispers in a hoarse voice.

She tilts her head at him.

“You won’t call him Junior,” he says with a cringe, giving in to her request of the name Michael.

Her face lights up, a radiant smile to match the sunlight streaming down on them.

“I promise.”


Michael’s handed the tiny baby into his arms, the little boy he’d been dreaming of for the past nine months, wrapped in a blanket, so small and perfect he was sure his heart would burst.

It was then, standing by his wife, a smile refusing to be wiped away from her lips, and their son snuggled into his arms, an identical replica of his mother, he knew that this baby was without a doubt a Michael Scofield.

Leave the first sentence of a fic in my ask box and I will write the next five sentences.

xo-endlessmayhem-xo  asked:

Hi! Can you do number 13: Dancing for Jake and MC?

Thank you for the prompt, @xo-endlessmayhem-xo​! This gotta a little out of control and ended up being way longer than I intended. I hope you enjoy it! 

Originally posted by theworldisworthagif

Closing up the hanger, Jake climbs onto his motorcycle and heads home. He guns the engine and takes off. The bike roars along the rough roads of the Costa Rican city he’s made his home. 

Just over a year ago, they’d managed to escape the horror show that was La Huerta. Everything had gotten worse, so much worse, before it got any better. Even better was pretty goddamn awful. They’d lost people. Not one of them would ever be the same after what they’d gone through. And the icing on the whole shit storm was that he’d lost her. No, not lost her. He’d left her. He had wanted to do right by her. So he’d held her close, kissed her with everything he’d had in him, told her he loved her, that he’d always love her, and and then he’d left her. He’d been a coward and ran away in the night, leaving her alone. She deserved better than living her at the edge of the world with a wanted man. She had her whole life ahead of her and he wouldn’t tie her down because of his past. 

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A gift from heaven (Josh Washington x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys :) I hope you enjoy this story and I’m so sorry if it sucks again and also for some grammar mistakes :D you can also write me you opinions so I know what I can do better ;) Love you

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You were sitting on the hospital bed, holding a blue bundle in your hands. A few hours ago you gave birth to a healthy boy. You were really exhausted and tired. That little precious thing stole your whole power and energy, but you didn’t dare to take a nap. You became a mother for the first time and you wanted to savor every second with your new- born. Josh was sitting next to you, observing every little reaction from his beloved wife. Just like you, he thought that his son was the most precious thing he ever saw in his life. Nobody told him that becoming a father was the best thing that could happen to a man. You stroke your baby’s soft cheeks, earning  little yawn from him. “He is so beautiful, isn’t he?” You asked. You couldn’t still believe you were a mother now. It seemed like a dream to you.  A wonderful dream. And if this wasn’t real, you didn’t even want to wake up.

“He is.” Josh answered, grabbing his son’s little hands, stroking them gently. Right now, he was the most proud young man on this earth. He had a beautiful wife, who gave him a healthy little boy and he couldn’t ask for better. You realized your eyes starting to close. “You need to sleep, Love.” He advised. ”No. I don’t want to.”

“Come on, Babe. I know you’re exhausted. Try to take a rest. I’ll take care of this little boy here.” A smile appeared on your face. Josh’s excitement was so visible. You already knew that he would be the best father of the world. The baby wouldn’t miss anything as long as Josh was by his side. “He looks like you.” You commented. He looked like Josh when he was a baby. He had his beautiful crystal blue eyes , his lips and also his curly hair. “I don’t think so.” Josh laughed.  

Just when you were about to close your eyes, someone knocked on the door. You looked at Josh questioningly. Who would come in the middle of the night at 2 AM? When Josh allowed the person to come in, you could see Hannah’s head appearing along with Beth’s. “Hey!” They greeted a way too loud.  “Pshh!” Josh warned. “The baby is sleeping.” When they stepped into the room, Sam and the others followed them. Even Emily came, although you had nothing to do with each other. “Hey guys.” You smiled at them. Everybody congratulated to you for  your baby.  “How are you, (Y/N)?” Sam asked.

“I’m good.” You responded. “Just a little bit tired.” Sam offered you a smile and Ashley came to you pulling, you into a gentle hug.  Hannah went over to Josh after spotting the little infant in his arms. She looked at him desperately, definitely wanting to hold her nephew in her arms. Josh hesitated at first, he wanted to have his son only for himself right now, but it was his sister after all. “Take care.” He instructed, carefully placing his son in his sister’s arms. She rocked the baby back and forth in her arms, whispering her favorite song in his ears. “He looks stunning.” Her eyes were showing a track of fascination. Sam joined her best friend, also wanting to see the little infant. “Hello, handsome.” She said. “Welcome to our family.” She carefully stroked the baby’s rosy cheeks, afraid to hurt him. “He looks like you, Josh.” She commented. You gazed at Josh, laughing at him, while he rolled his eyes. “Ha! I told you.” Everybody joined your laughter.

“What’s his name, anyway?” Mike asked. “Nathan. Nate for short.” Josh answered.  “Nate Washington.” Hannah repeated. “Beautiful name for a beautiful boy.” You agreed, so did everybody. “I wish I had also a baby right now. “ Beth pouted. You took her hand, smiled reassuringly at her. “Your time will come too, Beth.”  After a few conversations, everybody left. They had to work or study the next day. You were left with Josh who laid Nathan into his crib, then sitting next to you and laying his arm over your shoulders protectively. “Go to sleep, Baby. I’m watching over you.” He kissed your temple and then you drifted to sleep.

After a few days you were finally allowed to leave the hospital. You couldn’t wait to take Nathan to your house and showing him his bedroom. Josh was carrying your bags, while you carried Nathan in his baby seat. You opened the door to your home and entered. “Welcome home, Nathan.” You whispered, kissing his cheeks, after you pulled him out of his seat. Josh put your belongings on the floor, walking behind you upstairs to the nursery. When you arrived, your eyes went wide open. The whole room was decorated with balloons and on the light blue painted walls were posters, written with “Welcome home Nathan and (Y/N)” . Your eyes stared at the presents which laid next to the crib. There were so many of them. “We wanted to surprise you.” Josh stepped behind you, laying his hands on your waist as you laid Nate in his crib. You turned back to him, staring in his wonderful eyes. Then you bent over to place a soft kiss on his lips. “Thank you so much, Josh.” You said. He looked at you questioningly.

“For stepping into my life. You make me the happiest woman on earth. I’m so proud to call you my husband and being your wife is the best thing that could ever happen to me. You’re always there, supporting me and protecting me from all the dangers out there. I love you so much, Josh. Even words can’t describe how much I love you. If you were gone, I wouldn’t know what to do without you. You’re the reason why I learned to love, live and laugh again. You saved my live. And now you gave me a son. There are so many things I would like to tell you but I don’t know how.” You noticed your eyes filling with tears. You gently put your hands on his cheeks, stroking them. You sniffled as you continued speaking. “You and Nate are definitely a gift from heaven and I’m so grateful for that. Thank you, my beloved husband. Thank you for everything.”

Suddenly you felt soft lips on yours, kissing you wild and passionately. Josh pulled you closer, your bodies were pressed against each other. You felt something wet on your cheeks and noticed that he was crying too. When you pulled away, you panted breathlessly. Josh kissed your forehead.

“You are also a gift from heaven, my Love. And  I love you even more.”

A Little Lesson in Joy: Part Two

Authors’ Note: Happy Mother’s Day to all of the beautiful mommies out there one and all!!! The time has come for Rafael and Natalia to welcome two new Barbas into the world!!! But naturally there will be some drama first!!! @vintagemichelle91 and I so hope that you enjoy!!!

          “Guess we’re having the reception at the hospital.”

           Despite Fin’s lame attempt at a joke, Rafael instantaneously shifted into frantic father mode. Snatching the bouquet from Natalia’s palms, he tossed the flowers to Rollins.

           “Now you’re the bride, Barba?” Rollins quipped.

           “Does this mean that you’re next in line, Amanda?” Carisi teased. Focusing on them for the smallest of seconds, Rafael saw the other detective blush, but just as quickly turned his attention back to his wife.

           Yet he still heard them speaking…

           “Sonny, this is not the time or the—”

           “I’m only fooling around, Amanda,” he said.

           “It does mean that someone else has to get married, Momma,” Jesse pointed out as Rollins groaned, and Lucia said the flowers looked like a perfect fit in her hands.

           “Can we all please focus on the fact that my wife is in labor?” Rafael’s voice rose an octave, and he winded one arm around Natalia’s shoulders, his hands finding their way to hers as she clutched her belly…

           …and softly laced her fingers in his.

           “It’s okay,” she murmured, shooting him a quick smile. “I… I kind of wanted them at the wedding. Guess they sensed that much.”

           “And I think they’d appreciate it if their father was a bit more civil in the presence of his friends,” Lucia said. Rolling his eyes at his mother, Rafael turned away from her, not in any mood for her words of wisdom.

            And no chance of saying anything else when Alessia rushed forward.

           “Oh, Natty!” Alessia cried, taking hold of her free hand. “We should have waited. Or done it sooner. But I didn’t—”

           “It’s on me,” Trevor cut in. “We should have eloped or—”

           “Well I wouldn’t have wanted that,” Alessia said.

           “Me neither,” Natalia said. “It… it was a lovely ceremony. And I… I wouldn’t have missed it for anything in the…”

           But they were going to miss the reception. Her legs wobbled, and she breathed deeply. Rafael continued to ease her towards the door, suddenly surrounded by every other guest.

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anonymous asked:

Could you please write about eleven coming back from the upside down and as soon as mike sees her he runs up and kisses her and Dustin, Lucas, Will, and Max are really confused.

Hey anon! Thanks for the request, it was a lot of fun to write—and actually kind of challenging. I made a couple changes (I hope that’s okay!) because I just felt that they worked. Hope you like this!

The arcade—The Palace—was one of Mike’s favourite places in Hawkins. Or, it had been prior to November of 1983. These days, Will never joined them for their after school game of PacMan or Donkey Kong. On Thursdays, sometime between lunch and the final bell, Will would inevitably complain of a headache and casually mention that Jonathan—or Steve, if Jonathan was working—would be picking him up from school. Mike knew, as did Dustin and Lucas, that it wasn’t a headache that kept Will away from the arcade. Rather, it was the flashing lights and loud noises that they eagerly pedalled towards on Thursday afternoons that were just too much for Will.

Mike couldn’t blame him. Truthfully, it had taken him quite some time to feel comfortable at the arcade again. And even if it was still a little nerve-wrecking for him to be there, he put on a brave face because The Palace was a special place. It was the place where he and his friends had first met Max. It was the place where Dustin had (foolishly) challenged her Space Invaders score and lost miserably.

And, although Mike didn’t know it yet, it was the place that would bring Eleven home on a particularly windy Thursday afternoon.

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'Sleepwalkin' And Sleeptalkin'

“For heaven’s sake… It’s too late for the nonsense!” These were the Neighbor’s thoughts in the wee hours of Monday morning. It had barely turned 1:00 a.m. before his nuisance of a neighbor decided to break into his house. Yet again. The Neighbor sighed deeply as he slowly leaned up and stretched his aching arms. He was tempted to just go back to sleep and ignore that pesky kid that was still causing quite a ruckus downstairs. He already knew that ‘they’ would not let him.

The Neighbor yawned loudly as he forced himself onto his feet. Thankfully, he still wore most of his clothes to bed that night. He was too exhausted from chasing that nuisance around his damned property to change into anything comfortable. He remembered falling face-first onto his messy bed and giving in to the darkness already crowding his vision. He growled softly at the memory. Still upset over how persistent the kid was that day.

Another crash was heard downstairs. “I swear, I’m going to make him wish he had never been conceived….” The Neighbor muttered murderously under his breath. He quietly slunk down the staircase past his bedroom door. He preferred that room over his downstairs bedroom because of a few… 'incidents’… concerning that kid’s snooping. He felt as if he slept better higher up in the house. The wind had a bad habit of constantly causing the upper parts of his home to sway. This swaying often helped lull him to sleep on particularly restless nights.

As he reached the last few steps, a box that sat haphazardly on the stairs caused the Neighbor to stumble and lose his footing. He tumbled down in a mess of curses and yelps. His head connected rather roughly with the ground. When he opened his eyes, everything was spinning horribly fast. He couldn’t focus on anything. He shut his eyes tight and slowly eased his body against the wall, using it for support. He grumbled under his breath once more. Certain that his crack-head neighbor had heard the commotion and fled his house. This was not the case. Once the world had stopped spinning. The sight that greeted the Neighbor had him shutting and rubbing his eyes fiercely. Thinking it was another hallucination.

There. In the middle of the hallway, stood his pesky neighbor. Wearing nothing but what appeared to be pajama pants. The kid stood still for a moment. Then proceeded to walk down the hall and into the living room. Soon, a tv was heard playing. The Neighbor let out a snarl and bolted after him, already planning on how to hide the brat’s body. But, as he reached the door to his living room, he noticed that the pest was gone again. Growling, the Neighbor stalked the hall leading to his kitchen. “Ha! There you are, you little fool!” He shouted at the little shit, now standing in front of his sink. He darted forward, fully intent on murdering Mr. Pajama Pants, but, when the brat showed no signs of fleeing or fear. The Neighbor paused, confused. He called out to the kid again, wondering why he wasn’t responding. Suddenly, the bastard turned around and muttered, “F*** off, Banana Head. I’m tryna’ break into this…..” he trailed off. Muttering other obscenities towards this 'Banana Head.’

The Neighbor had no idea what to do. It was obvious that this nut was sleepwalking but, he also knew first-hand how dangerous it could be to wake up sleepwalkers. Memories flashed before his eyes. Of times he cared not to remember. The kid still stood, cursing to himself, in front of him. Having not noticed his presence. He then walked out of the kitchen and passed the living room. Seemingly headed towards the stairs. The Neighbor let out a curse and ran after him, determined to get him out of his house, somehow.

As he suspected, his troublesome neighbor was now halfway up the stairs. “Maaaan, screw you assholes… This party blows… There’s not even a stri…..” he trailed off again. “How the hell am I going to get him out…?” The Neighbor pondered as he scratched his mustache. “Maybe I can convince him to leav- sHIT!” he exclaimed. That nut-job was gone. He quickly climbed the rest of the stairs. Looking around wildly for a moment before spotting him near the large painting in his wall. “Uh… Look, kid. This isn’t your house,” he said gently. The kid turned around, eyes glazed, and said “Your a towel.” Then proceeded to walk towards the painting. He seemed to think that it was some sort of door and tried to open it by prying it off the wall. “Wait! This isn’t your house! Its uh…. Its Banana Head’s!” The Neighbor yelled. The pest turned around and cocked his head slightly to the left. “Seriously…? Man, someone must of slipped somethin’ in my drink….” he muttered, scratching the back of his head. “Y-yes! I think it was uh…. One of your friends..?” the Neighbor answered, unsure of whether the kid he would believe him. “It was probably f***in’ Mike…. Ughhh… Tell Banana I said sorry.” The kid mumbled.

The next hour consisted of the Neighbor trying to lead his sleepwalking neighbor out of his house without waking him. “No no! Wrong way. The door is this way!” The Neighbor called to the kid, who was headed for the living room again. “Huh…. Oh yeah… My bad…” he said quietly. His voice still heavy with sleep. The sun was beginning to rise and the he desperately wanted to get this idiot back to his house across the street before he woke up completely. “Come on. Just a little bit further, and then you can sleep in your bed, far away from my house.” The Neighbor grumbled. After a few more minutes of the kid stumbling around, he decided to try and guide him a different way. He slowly reached out and laid his hand on the kid’s back, trying to move as slowly as possible. The brat said nothing, his eyes were fully shut. The Neighbor then proceeded toward gently push him towards the front door.

“Hey…” the kid said quietly. “Yes?” his Neighbor said nervously. “Did I ever…. tell ya bout’ my crazy-ass neighbor?” He asked. “Uh… You might have mentioned him before.” The Neighbor answered, managing to get him halfway across the road. Praying that no-one would drive down the road this early. “Boy… is he a psycho…” he muttered. “I swear he used to have a damn robot shark at one point…” They had made it to the front of the kid’s house. The Neighbor was just about to open the door before a scrawny hand reached out and grabbed his arm, with a strength the Neighbor couldn’t imagine someone of his stature possessing.

He turned and faced the boy, “Yes?” he questioned warily. “Don’t tell my folks I was here… please.” The boy’s eyes were wide, fearful. The Neighbor paused for a moment. Wondering if he should ask why he was so scared of his parent knowing this. “I won’t say a thing, I promise.” He answered as he began walking back to his home. The kid sighed and stumbled through the door. “Thanks, man… I really don’t want to take another trip to the ER tonight…” His voice trailed off. The Neighbor stopped dead in his tracks. “A trip to the emergency room?!” he exclaimed, shocked. But the kid had already shut the door. Having not heard him.

The Neighbor stood stock-still in the middle of the road. Mind racing. 'That…. That must’ve been his imagination. That kid… No. It couldn’t have been.’ He thought to himself. He glanced down on his arm, where the the boy grabbed him. He still felt the kid’s desperate grip. 'What the hell would make him say such a thing?’ The Neighbor though for a moment. Shaking his head. “It’s nothing to worry about. He isn’t your child.” 'They’ whispered in his ear. He merely shrugged and walked back to his home. Intent to get back to his warm bed and sleep this mess away.

His dreams were haunted by a familiar voice…. Crying for help in the darkness….


Carried: Wendigo!Josh x Reader

Request: Can you do a wendigo Josh finding the reader out in the cold and he takes care of her and protects her from other wendigos and when she has to leave he tries everything to keep her there even if it means she turns into a wendigo?

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The cold pierced through your skin, as you walked up the mountain. You escaped the mines and were looking for the others. Your clothes had been torn apart by the wendigo’s, which left you with a thin t-shirt, your shoes and your leggings. You were freezing and didn’t knew if you could make it up the mountain. You pulled your legs through the snow, your legs felt numb, due to the cold and you couldn’t feel your hands.

“S-Sam? M-M-Mike?! Chris…” You yelled weakly into the forest, sound coming out barely harder than a whisper. You wrapped your arms around yourself, as you stopped for a second. On your left was a sign, ‘Lodge’. You sighed relieved, the lodge was close and you sped up your pace. Your body was cursed with infinite pain, the wendigo had bitten you several times and the pain was unbearable.

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anonymous asked:

Can I request how Eren, Levi, Reiner, Erwin, Mike and Hanji would comfort/calm down there s/o that is having nightmares and panic attacks?

((yes you may ^^ I already did something about panic attacks so nightmares it is, also I did this assuming they don’t sleep in the same bed))

Eren: Eren would know how horrible nightmares can be since he too has them often. He would hold his s/o close to his chest and rub their back. He would kiss the top of their head and whisper sweet things into their ear. “shhh it’ll be okay…your safe, your safe..I’m here to protect you…I promise I’ll protect you” Eren would absolutely be willing to stay in the bed with them the rest of the night, he may even insist on it.

Levi: I’m positive Levi has plenty of nightmares himself so he would be sympathetic to his s/o. Though he’s not to good with words or with being neutering he would try his best. He would sling an arm around their shoulders and rub their arm soothingly. He would try to say tender things to ease their mind but he wouldn’t do so well. “look, whatever hurt you in the dream…can’t get you for real. I’ll kill anything or anyone that hurts you…so don’t be afraid alright?” He may be hesitant to stay with them the rest of the night but after a few minutes of coercing he would give in and lay with them.

Reiner: Reiner would be the type of guy who wants to be the knight in shining armor for his s/o. So the moment he hears his s/o call his name he would come running to their side. He would instantly lay in the bed with them and hold them close, rubbing their back or hip gently. He would ask about the nightmare and let his s/o talk about it or not talk about it if they didn’t want to. He would talk to them until they fell asleep, whether it be a story he came up with or just telling them about is day or childhood.

Erwin: He may not be the best with this sort of thing but he would still do his best! He would sit with his partner and talk to them about the dream. He would hold their hand and try to take their mind off the dream. He would suggest methods that may work to ease their worries and fears so they could get back to sleep. If his partner asked him to stay with them he may say no at first since he has so much work to do. But once he sees just how scared his s/o really is he would toss his work aside for the night and sleep with his partner.

Mike: Mike would be able to tell right away how distressed his s/o was. Mike has a naturally calm vibe about him so I think his s/o would already start to calm down the moment he came into the room. Mike being the big teddy bear he is would hold his partner in his arms and pet their head or rub their back. He would be calm and collected and very patient with his s/o. He wouldn’t really need to do much to make his partner relaxed. His s/o would quickly fall asleep in his warm embrace, listening to his heartbeat and slow breathing. 

Hanji: She would be rather unconventional in her methods. She would ask all kinds of questions about the dream, what was it about? why was it so scary? what kind of things did they see? Hanji would analyze the dream with her s/o, studying the aspects of the nightmare until her s/o wasn’t afraid of it anymore. Rather then fret about the dream she would help her partner realize that the dream was just that, a dream. Of course she would still cuddle with her s/o and spend the rest of the night with them.

Eyes That Never Fade- Gang AU

Okay so this is the first part of my Michael Gang AU. I hope you like it!! Huge huge thanks to @sweet-smashton-love for helping me edit and supporting me through the process

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“Okay okay. Don’t look now but a certain someone is looking at you from across the hall!” Your best friend squealed as you were getting books from your locker.

“Ouch. Damn take it down a notch. Who?” You asked, turning to see who she was talking about.

“No, no! I just said don’t look!” Your friend yelped as she took hold of your shoulder and spun you back around to face your now closed locker.

“Well then tell me who’s looking at me!” Your hands fly up and drop to your sides.

“Clifford.” Your friend jumped a little bit, a wide smile on her face.

“Cliff-? Michael?” You asked, turning to walk to your next class. As you passed him you saw him smile at you before turning back to the three boys he was always with. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a crush on him since the first day of middle school. And now, less than a week away from graduating high school, your crush still hadn’t gone away and he was looking at you.

“Oh my gosh he so wants you.” Your friend grabbed your arm, shaking you slightly.

“Michael does not want me. We’ve talked like, four times when he asked me for help with some bio homework.” You rolled your eyes and straightened your books out in your arms, trying desperately not to sneak a look in Michael’s direction.

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Strange love. [Smut]

[A/N: Inspired by the song Strange Love by Halsey]

I leaned outside of the school, watching people, I memorized everyone’s name and listened quietly to what they say so I can tear them down if they try to hurt me.

I was quiet, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t be deadly, but then came the boy I had been entranced with since Freshmen year, A junior, Soft pink lips and a mean personality, he didn’t talk to anyone, only his three best friends, one of them already graduated.

Today he wore the same black skinny jeans and a plain white t-shirt his hair dyed almost white with brown roots, and the eyebrow piercing that made me squeeze my thighs together guiltily.

He was known to fuck and fall away from people, so maybe that’s why I stayed away.. just studied.

He walked to the other side of the school leaning against the outside wall, waiting for his friends as he lit a cig, I was cliche, liking the ‘Bad boy’

I clicked my pen back in forth trying to come up with a song to write as I stared carefully at him from a distance, I think I was a stalker but I didn’t ever want to ‘do anything’ just wanted to watch him until I completed high school,  yep I was a stalker, just looking at him I came up with a million songs, but today nothing.

“Y/N!” I turned my head to see Trevor, oh god not him again, I looked up to see Michael looking in my direction now, FUCK!

“Uh yeah?” I looked at the ground not making eye contact with Trevor, a blush hot on my face thinking what maybe Michael was thinking about.

“I was wondering you wanted to go out Saturday to Kalin’s Party?” Trevor’s voice shaky in nerves.

“She’s going with me.” Michael’s soft voice interrupted him, I looked up in surprise as he slung an arm around my shoulder.. what was happening?

“Oh.. Okay.” Trevor walked away with red cheeks.

I stood frozen for a second focusing on the pale arm slung around me, making my stomach stay erupted in butterflies.

“I’ll pick you up at 7.” I gaped at the boy I’ve had a crush on since freshmen year.

“Wait!” I called, he stopped a few feet away from me but didn’t turn around.

“I’m not going.” I crossed my arms across my chest stubbornly, He then turned around and raised a pierced eyebrow in curiosity.

“All do you is fuck the person and leave, no.” I turned my gaze away from his intimidating stare.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” He asked.

I went silent, Remembering all the times on my period where I swore I’d let the boy fuck me in my sleep.

“All you have to do is tell me no.” He smirked as he started to walk away.

“Wait..- uh yeah.” I swallowed the thick feeling in my throat as I said those words.

“Well, I’ll look forward to it.” and continued to walk away.


Saturday never seemed to come slower, everyone around me asked me if I was dating him after the rumor Trevor spread, but they all knew the answer, Michael wasn’t exactly boyfriend material.

I waited on my front porch, black skinny jeans, converse and band t-shirt, average everyday outfit, but still fit for I guess the occasion, I rubbed my eyes tiredly and then cursed myself remembering I was wearing mascara.

“You coming?” Michael pulled up next to my house, a bored look engraved in his features, How he knew where I lived I had no idea.

“Yeah.. Yeah.”

I got up off the ground and walked down the steps, he looked like a sex god, well of course he was but he never failed to make me wonder.

Taking a seat in the passenger seat carefully he pulled off into the street, actually being a pretty good driver, “So.. are the rumors of you just wanting a one night stand, are they true?” I asked kind of surprised myself at my forwardness.

“So do you want to come clean about stalking me every day?” He cocked an eyebrow glancing at me but then looking back at the road.

my throat went dry, of course, he wasn’t clueless.

“You’re… fun to write songs about,” I muttered staring at my lap as I twisted my fingers back in forth, great job Y/N.

“Is that true.. hmm” He smirked,

“Now it’s your turn,” I said staring at his green eyes, waiting for him to tell me if this was supposed to be a one-night stand kinda of thing or not.

“You never made me promise I had to tell you.” He hummed, turning into a street.

I huffed crossing my arms, this had to be the most awkward car ride of my life.

“Don’t pout baby girl, I thought you were getting laid tonight.” I looked up in surprise at his naughty words, as he rubbed a hand on my thigh.

“Yeah Maybe I am, but it doesn’t have to be you,” I said climbing out of his car

“Touche.” He said following my footsteps as he got out of his car.

I walked towards the house, it looked normal besides the abnormal amount of noise coming from it, Knocking on the door I felt Michael beside me, I bit my lip, even his presence did things to me, I was fucked up in every way but I couldn’t help it.

Before someone opened the door Michael wrapped his hand around my waist, his hand gently landing on my hip as he squeezed pretty hard, I looked at him in surprise but he was still facing the door pulling me closer.

“Michael wha-” I was saying “Hey Mike!” I saw Kalin open the door, a bright smile on his lips and a blue solo cup in his hand.

“Is this the chick you’re going to fuck?” I gaped at Kalin, I had known him since 6th grade but didn’t remember my name, and I wasn’t just some chick he was fucking, I felt dirty.

Michael just smiled walking with me inside the house as Kalin went somewhere else, “Leave them wondering, that’s the beauty of a secret, you know you’re supposed to keep it.” His pink lips tickled my the corner of my ear as he gently, his teeth barely grazing my ear, I shut my eyes, it felt good.

He pulled away before I began to feel what I was in store for, “I’m gonna go get a drink.” As he walked away.

I gaped quietly as I watched him walk away, I didn’t want to be another girl he fucked, but at the same time I wanted him to fuck me mercilessly, That was Michael Clifford, he was a sex god that only gave himself to someone so much.

Emotionally: no, Physically: Yes.

I looked down at my phone, and opened a new note and tried to remember all the girls he fucked, and left, and I came up with about seven.. did I really want to be the eighth?

“Y/N?” My head shot up to see Trevor, a green Solo cup in hand and a bud of what I’m guessing Marijuana in his left hand between his pointer finger and thumb, this was gonna be fun.

“Hey, Trev..” I trailed off, He leaned in closer then I expected his breath stinking of Pot.

I leaned away, It’s not even the good stuff, “Are you really going to fuck Clifford?” His eyes shining with jealousy.

My eyes widened as Michael’s words trailed in my head “That’s a beauty of a secret, you know you’re supposed to keep it.”

I smirked trying to pull off Michael’s signature look, but I probably looked like I was grimacing, Trevor’s jaw tightened by the look on my face, okay maybe that wasn’t such a smart idea.

“You know he’s a creep right, real strange guy.” Trevor took another hit from his weed.

I shrugged trying to make him think I didn’t care, but my heart was hammering.

“He’s just going to leave you.” He scoffed, “Why does the good guy always finish last.” He grunted,

I scoffed at his ignorance and ignored his words, yeah.. like he was a good guy, I just shook my head and walked away, I remember him cheating on at least two girls,

Walking into the kitchen I looked around for my blonde dyed friend, until someone leaned real close, their humid breath tickling my neck.

“want to dance? Baby girl.” That nickname made me weak, and I knew Michael’s voice from anywhere, I turned around and got cockier than I thought bringing my arms lazily around his neck, and leaning real close to his lips, before mumbling “I’d like that.” and then Pulling away.

Michael’s eyes shined, the alcohol making his eyes dilated and his lips turning into a grin as he grabbed my hands, tugging me towards the living room where grinding was a popular thing to the cringy pop music.

But it was with Michael.


His rough hands gripped my hips as I swayed to the beat, my butt barely hovering over his manhood, but I could tell I was driving him crazy, we were sweaty and hot but I couldn’t help but grin, I dreamed about this once, never thinking this could be a reality.

My butt rubbed against him in all the right ways as I heard him moan in the very back of his throat, nearly making me melt, I wanted him to do it again, I loved the feeling of making him weak.

“Do it again, baby girl”

This time I did it a little bit harder, feeling our jeans rub together, and he got harder, a load groan echoed from his lips again, but I bet no one heard that beautiful moan over the music.

“If you do that again, I might have to do you right here” I Bit my lips pulling away from him,

“What if I do.. this,” I whispered tiptoeing as I kissed his jaw, rather harshly.

“You don’t want to know.” He whispered back.

“Michael!” We turned around at the yell.

It was Kalin, “Do you wanna play truth or dare with your lady friend?” A smile on his lips, he seemed drunker than the last time we saw him.

Michael looked at me for my opinion, I nodded, Michael smiled over at Kalin giving him a nod.

Grabbing my hand we followed Kalin upstairs making me nervous, I think Michael could tell, “You sure?” His eyes turned concerned, making me so much more attracted to him, I was screwed.

“Yeah, just a little nervous.” He brought his thumb to the outside of my hand rubbing softly in circles, who knew little circles would work miracles

Walking into the room there was already a huge circle,  they seemed to have started the game along time ago, but then decided to invite us.

“Clifford!” “Michelle!” “Clifficonda!” People yelled in greeting but no one seemed to notice me, that was usual, Michael turned a little red at the nickname 'Clifficonda.’ wonder what they we’re talking about.

“Sit down People! this is about to get a lot more heated.” Kalin shouted I remembered he was a theater kid and loved to make things more interesting and loud.

“We got one of our best players now, Amanda, Truth or Dare,” Kalin smirked seeming to know his dare or truth already.

“Hmm. ” She smirked her dyed brown hair going over her shoulder, “Dare.”

Kalin grinned in Triumph liking the way this was going especially well the amount of alcohol already in his guest’s systems, it seemed I was the only sober person here.

“Have a make-out contest, you and Devin, And Michael and the girl he’s fucking.” My blood boiled at the nickname but I was excited to kiss Michael.




And just like that my lips were attached to his, both of us sitting criss-cross apart from him as I leaned into him, his hands sliding down to my sides, as I brought my hands to his cheeks, tracing my thumbs carefully across his jawline that were littered with little scratchy hairs from where he hadn’t shaved.

He gently tugged on my bottom lip with his teeth, I could barely hear the cheers around us, just that I was kissing Michael Clifford, I brought my hands further to the back of his thin hair, dragging each of my small paint fingers through his bleached hair.

His tongue gently touched mine, as I glided mine back against his making sure I wasn’t using to much tongue, or it would have been a horrible slobbery mess, I could feel his hands go under my shirt, making me nearly burst into fits of laughter (Due to how ticklish I am.) but I bit down on his bottom lip and my hands tugged at the ends of his hair harder and deeper.

He moaned as I heard the crowd echo in more cheers, “Closer, Baby girl.” He whispered hurriedly as I felt his hands tugging my crisscrossed legs towards him, and with that little demand I was on his lap, legs wrapped around his torso, and his hands squeezing my butt.

I hear people saying the contest is over but I continued to kiss him, his lips addicting, and Michael seems to have the same idea as me,

“Get a room!” Someone yells.

As Michael gets off the floor my legs still around his waist, as he holds my thighs securely, not once do we jump apart, I hear wolf whistles as Michael takes me to a Bathroom down the hall,

“Michael.” I moan against his lips quietly, not liking the sound of my own moan.

“Do that again Kitten.”

And with one hard squeeze to my butt I moan uncontrollably again, My cheeks turn red at the unfamiliar sound, no one’s made me moan.

He locks the door as I sit on the bathroom counter anxiously, and before I even process anything his lips are back against mine, his soft little stubble tickling my face, as I move my hands in his hair again.


I don’t want to loose my virginity in a bathroom at some party, I pushed on Michael’s chest as we both panted noisily.

“What’s wrong?” His eyes full of concern, but I still see his full on erection through his black jeans.

“I Uh.” I didn’t know how to tell him.

“Nevermind.” I shook my hand making grabby hands at the attractive male, wanting more of his rough kisses.

“No, what’s wrong?” He grabbed my hands laying them on the counter slowly,

I stayed silent staring at the counter of the sink, how do I tell him, is this supposed to be easy?

“You’re a virgin?” He questioned, I looked up gaping, how did he guess.

“I-I. Yeah,” I nodded shamefully.

“oh.. Well not the best guy for this.” He scratched the back of his head avoiding eye contact.

“No! your perfect Michael!’ I said a little too loudly. “It’s just that I didn’t want it to be in a bathroom.. in a party I don’t even know where I am.” I held my forehead, as Michael stayed silent not knowing how to respond, “It’s not like I’m asking for flower petals and romantic crap, even the back of the car would be okay.. I guess just not here.”

“Does that make any sense?” I sighed laying my head in my hands.

“Yeah, I guess it does,” he nodded hesitantly.

“sorry.. I’m sure there are about 10 other girls in this house who are ready to have sex with you, either way, it was nice to have an actual decent makeout session.” I chuckled, sliding off the counter and dusting off my pants.

“I’m not saying I don’t want to fuck you.. Like holy shit have you seen yourself recently?” He motioned to your body, you smiled embarrassingly at the ground.

“Why don’t we just go back to my house.” He smiled gently before I could get a word out he interrupted me, “And I want to play 20 questions with you, sober.” His slid his tongue over his gorgeous lips, he seemed nervous.

“I’d like that.”


I had found myself feet dangling in a hot tub head leaning on Michael’s shoulder, his watch dangerously getting closer to midnight.

“What was your first pet?” I asked hearing the late summer crickets chirp happily, as he chuckled, I felt his chest vibrate at the lovely sound.

I’d do anything to hear it again.

“The dog I still have now actually, I got when I was about nine, she’s a small poodle mix and something’s wrong with her jaw so her tongue constantly just hangs out of her mouth.” I giggle at the answer realizing I just asked the 20th question.

“Last question Clifficonda.” I laugh, he face lights with an embarrassed smile, Apparently, he got called that because of his ding dong.

“Do you want to drink so hot coca? seeing as it’s both of our favorite drinks.” I was surprised by his answer, but Nodded, he swung he’s feet out of the hot tub splashing me in the process on accident.

“Hey!” I giggled but didn’t splash him back, He laughed and held out his hand so it was easier for me to get off the edge of the hot tub.

My feet landed on the deck surprisingly smoothly, normally I was a clutz with everything I did, I looked up at Michael smiling happily, I tiptoed bringing my lips to his, for the few seconds of heaven.

He broke apart hands gently resting on my hips, “How about you go start making the Hot coca while I close the hot tub lid?” He hummed bringing his chapped lips to my Neck making me shiver in delight.

“Hmm, okay,” I said out breathily trying to focus on his words.

He turned away from me, and started to turn off the hot tub on his dads loft, because he was living with him when his parents got divorced, he lives with his dad In Australia in the school year, and with his mom in the summer in America, apparently America wasn’t that great from what he tells me.

I opened the sliding glass door, the lighting to the comfy loft was dark but I was able to see where I was going.

I hummed looking through each cabinet for the coca powder or instant hot Cocoa, finally opening one of the top cabinets I saw the hot coco on the very top shelf. I tiptoed, feeling my top go up a little as I reached my fingers just grazing it.

I stuck my tongue out of the very corner of my mouth in concentration, trying not to push the coco further Back into the cabinet, Curse you tall males!

“Having trouble Kitten?” I was shocked by the closeness of the whisper in my ear behind me, as Michael reached with ease and grabbed it from me, I turned around met with the dark green eyes a smirk on his pink chapped lips.

“Nope, perfectly capable thanks.” I grabbed the coco from him and set It next to the mugs I already set out.

“Hmm, that’s not what I saw.” He grabbed my hips from behind, pressing hard against me from behind, I want to grind on him but I refrained myself, biting my lip.

“Fuck it,” Michael whispered and turned Me around suddenly, I dropped the coco that was in my hand, as his lips slammed onto mine, My back digging into the counter behind me as I moaned in content at the sudden intimacy,

Letting my hands go back to his hair my tongue finding it’s way into his mouth in a matter of seconds, he lifted my thighs up on to the counter and my legs inclosed around his figure,

“God dammit your so hot.” He groaned breaking from the kiss to litter kisses down my jaw, I put my hair the other side of my neck and leaned so I have him more access.

His swollen lips adulterated my neck leaving heavenly bruises in his wake, my legs wrapped tighter around his frame feeling his hard man hood beneath me, “Michael.. Please.” I didn’t know what I wanted but the warm knot in my stomach told me something.

“Please, what?” I felt his smirk on my skin, his hot breath fanning on the fresh bruise making me shudder in pleasure.

I didn’t say anything just moved my right hand to his pants right over him I felt him through his jeans making Michael groan in pleasure his neck titering back as he looked at the ceiling in uncontrollable pleasure.

I slipped my hand into his jeans, and then carefully into his boxers, feeling how thick and hard he was, the pre-cum making my fingers wet, as ran my hand up and down his large length, and I realized why they called him clifficonda.

“Fuck.. ” He hissed, I removed my hand from his pants and brought my hand wet with pre-cum to my lips as I licked the cum that was on my hand hopefully looking sexy.

“Oh, that’s not fair baby girl.” His eyes filled with lust,

“Then why don’t you do something about it.” I felt him shiver from between my legs.

and with one swift moment, he carried me to his living room couch, the closest/softest item to fuck me on in his loft,

I landed beneath him with a bounce, I smiled, and began to take my shirt off, Michael doing the same, butterflies were everywhere in my stomach I didn’t have any regrets but I was nothing but excited.

“Are you sure?” He moaned not taking his eyes off my chest.

“Yes, please Mike.” I was tugging at his jean button wanting them to get off his legs and away from his body forever, he looked so hot naked.

“Someone’s in a hurry.” He laughed tugging off his tight jeans, especially in his down stairs area, he seemed pain by the little friction of his jeans, I tugged off my own jeans and eventually my bra was somewhere across the room.

Michael didn’t even notice my bare chest yet because he was struggling to get his jeans off, I giggled, Michael looked over at me his mouth going agape at my bare chest as he fell over.

I burst to even more laughter, Michael was back on me in a matter of seconds his milky things holding me to the couch, his eyes a dark color then before, He leaned closer more slowly attaching my lips to his, I wrapped by legs around his waist my feet resting on the back of his bum.

My hips bucked at the sudden movement of Michael leaning over me, our hips his crashing together, I moaned in his mouth at the contact feeling the wetness soaking out of my panties, Michael noticed holding one hand above my head as He slipped his long fingers into my panties.

“Hmm, so wet Kitten.” I nodded enthusiastically his rubbed slowly over my folds, spreading the wetness.

I hissed out as one of Michael’s cold fingers slipped into me, my back arched off the couch as my legs spread further apart giving him more room, “More.” I mumbled high off of just one finger, he added another and my hands went to his hair tugging harshly.

“Are you ready?” He asked,

“Fuck yeah, Please I just want your cock inside me.” I was surprised by my filthy honesty.

“Enough said.” He licked his lips taking a moment to take off his boxers quickly and reach for his jeans which his front pocket held a Condom.

He was taking his time looking through each pocket I slipped my own fingers into my pulsing pussy that was soaking at the thought of Michael fucking me roughly on the couch.

“No kitten.” He took my hands away, Condom on, Junior Clifford ready to go, he slapped my pussy making me moan, I wanted him so bad.

He crawled back over me, lips colliding with mine, I tugged on his bottom lip with my teeth gently, and then let my tongue slip inside his mouth exploring him, his tongue soon fighting with mine as I heavily made out with him.

Having enough of the restless teasing, I lined his thick cock up with myself, one leg over his hip as He pushed into me, I stopped kissing him surprised by this new feeling, it hurt, I closed my eyes, letting out a puff of air, not knowing if I could do this, after I adjusted for a second I nodded for him to go.

A few thrusts later it began to ease the pain but each time he pushed into me it hurt like a mother fucker, a tear slipped from my eye, He kept going , but slow as he moved his mouth to my breast, sucking harshly on the left nipple,  I moaned at this feeling, his tongue twirling teasingly.

Realizing the agonizing pain in the down stairs area had disappeared, I wrapped another leg around him, “Faster.” I groaned as he pumped slowly and in and out of me I felt every vein and hair on his pink flaccid cock, he sped up and I raked my hands unconsciously down his back.

Starting to speed up, His head buried in my shoulder blade, He let out a deep load moan, making me buck my hips, as his pretty cock hit my G-spot.

“Michael!” I yelled holding onto his bicep, my legs were shaking as the knot in my stomach got bigger and bigger, but I didn’t let go of this feeling as much as I wanted to.

“I-mm close” I whimpered,

“Hold.. On babe.” and leaving a love bite on my shoulder blade, my nails dug into his bicep positively leaving half-moon shapes in an irritated red.

“On the count of three.” His thrusts were getting slower, but he tried to speed up anyway.


“2.” He let out quickly, I could tell he was having trouble himself of not letting go.


I let go and it was as I was swarmed in complete euphoria, my legs shook uncontrollably, As I still felt myself clinging to Michael’s pale skin, his heavy breathing becoming unclear as I began to want to feel it again.

It was like an entirely new universe exploded through out my body, leaving me touching the sky and just barely seeing the world below me.

This universe was: Michael Clifford, A universe where you’re not so attached, but you fall in any way because that’s just what he makes you feel.

His breathing had slowed, and the sweat between us felt disgusting and unnecessary, and my body hurt, but felt good.. something I don’t think I’d ever have the words to describe.

I opened my eyes seeing his green eyes staring at me, his thick eye brows blinking staring at me, but there were no words between us, His hands still above my head holding himself up.

A smile fell on his lips, not a smirk, just a light smile, something that killed me instantly, his hair was matted with sweat making his light brown roots show, and there was a little scar above his left eye brow that was beautiful and every way, and studying the quirks of his lips the way the two sides lifted noticeably, but looked so much more.. He was a whole new way of beauty, and I don’t think I’d ever get tired of it.

I scooched over so he could rest his weight on the little room we had on his dad’s couch, the leather making the sweat still very unbearable, Michael tore off the Condom, tying it off and throwing it across the room where a trash can was, nearly missing.

It made me wonder how many times he’s done it..

I wanted to blurt all my inner thoughts, but I think I’d just freak him out.

Closing my eyes for a second my head just resting on the pillow below me, my core ached but I’d do it all over, I opened my eyes again seeing Michael getting up, A little whimper barely audible left my lips, I didn’t want him to leave the couch..

“I’m just getting a blanket.” his voice hoarse, and butt naked as his finger tips trailed down my leg as he got up to go to a closet near the kitchenette.

He came bath with a fluffy sleek blanket, that surprisingly fit over both of us, laying next to me for maybe a solid minute he was out like a light, his snores making me feel content.

I of course stared at the beautiful blonde next to me, never in my life did I think I’d loose my virginity to Michael Clifford, but the weirdest things happen, his lips were parted as he slept on his side, one of his hands laying lazily on my side, I looked towards our bare feet seeing the windows of the loft lit up the main downtown of Syndey, the windows fogged up from our activities.

I smirked, We caused that, if this was a dream I don’t think I’d ever want to wake up.

Looking back at the beautiful male next to me, his face was relaxed; peaceful even, not mean or cocky, just vulnerable and soft, was this the real Michael? Would he ever really love someone?

The 'to the moon’ tattoo made me really believe maybe he would, somewhere he must have felt loved, or ever loved something so tightly, My painted finger nails barely grazed the tattoo, tracing it with my hand.

Michael didn’t move, but good bumps burst up on his skin like a disease, was I just going to be a one night stand? is this even a one night stand?

The anxiety’s in life began to absorb me but as I stared at him, the problems in my life began to fade, he was like a drug.


I tugged on my jeans, glancing every so often at the Him, the blanket just reaching his waist line as the blanket was tucked under his feet, Something told me I was supposed to leave.

That’s how this worked, and dear Lord I wish it didn’t.

I couldn’t find my bra, so I just threw on my baseball-T, the darkness of five A.M making it impossible to see, but I stubbled around the loft quietly, slipping on my converse that were still by the Hot tub.

And memories from last night came back perfectly.

“You turn.” I smiled after answering what my favorite hobby was.

“Hmm.” He hummed his own teethe tugging at his lip, looking towards the water trying to come up with an interesting question.

“If you could be anywhere in the world right now where would you be?” He asked Michael seemed so proud of his question.

I wanted to answer with: “Here.”

But that would be weird, “Well. If I was in love I’d probably want to be next to that person, but right now. Probably America.”  

I remembered the way he smiled and told me about his family and how America wasn’t that exciting but being with someone you like is always amazing.

It made me think about if this would ever happen again.

Probably not.

Walking back into the loft I saw him sleeping away easily, swallowing the lump in my throat I walked towards the front door, seeing paper laying on a little table against the wall in the neat hallway.

And began to write.

Thank you, Michael. Have a nice night.

I felt like an idiot, for writing that so I but a line through and just put.

Have a nice night.-Y/N

Better, more simple.

I looked behind me to see the back of the couch, but from here it still looked like he was asleep.

Opening the front door I left the loft, which was a lot harder then I thought it was, and I began my walk of shame.

Hair a mess, smelling of sweat, and I guess sex? if so then sex had an odd smell.

{Part two.}

My first ever smut, plz don’t judge, I’m such a virgin.

Bad Boy Meets Bad Girl Part 12

New school, new people, new country. Will Y/N be able to keep up her bad girl image or will she fall soft for the schools bad boy?

Road Trip 


Masterlist // PT1 PT2 PT3 PT4 PT5 PT6 PT7 PT8 PT9 PT10 PT11 Epilogue


Saturday morning, a time to catch up on sleep, or so I thought. My bedroom door creaked open slowly, pulling my out of my dream, in protest I groaned and moved away from the door hoping whoever it was would get the hint and leave me be. Nope. There was silence for a while before the only thing that could be heard was “dog pile!” then four heavy, dorky guys took it upon themselves to one by one throw themselves onto my bed and on me, making me sink further into the bed as laughter filled the room.

“Guys get off, you’re way too heavy and I can’t breath” I groaned as the laughter began to settle down. “Okay kitten, get up and dressed, we’re going on a ROAD TRIP!” Michael yelled the last part in my ear, dragging out the word trip. Once the boys had dragged themselves and each other off of me I pulled myself up and out of bed, heading straight for the bathroom, grabbing clothes and getting ready. I came out to find the boys quiet, too quiet, I made as little noise as possible sneaking up to my room to find the boys whispering about something. Luke noticed me immediately “hey princess, you ready?” he asked in a sickly sweet voice, gaining all the other boys attention as he did. “Yeah, who let you all you in earlier?” I asked hoping it wasn’t my dad “your mum, she’s a nice lady” Ashton answered as they all slipped past me heading downstairs and to the car. Why are they all acting so weird? I followed them all to the car keeping my guard up in case they decide to surprise me, I’m not one for surprises.“Shotgun!” Calum yelled racing to the car, he was quickly shot down by Michael saying I always ride in the front and to get in the back or he’s not going. Calum’s face dropped at this, looking like a sad puppy as he dragged his feet to the back. “Sorry babe, it’s out of my control” I cooed as getting into the car, his face lit up like a kid at Christmas at the name, of course.

Windows down, music up. The car was filled with loud out of tune singing from us all as All Time Low flew through the speakers and us down the road, heading straight for the Hollywood sign. All my thoughts about the boys leaving were pushed to the back of my mind and for that I was thankful, a day to just hang out cruisin’ down the street with my best friends was more than I could ask for on a beautiful summer morning. “Well they can take, take, take the kids from the summer but they’ll never, never, never take the summer from me. It was the very first time I lost my mind for the week” we all yelled the lyrics at the top of our lungs out of tune but on time with the music.

It only took six stops; three for Michael needing a piss, one for gas and two for snacks but we eventually made it to the sign, just in time to watch the sunset and see the town light up. I was thankful we made it in one piece with Michael behind the wheel. I stood next to the with Michael by my side, looking down at the city “I wonder what they’re all doing down there” I said absentmindedly “living” he mumbled, I chuckled at the comment “that’s obvious, I meant like, are they just starting their day or just finishing it?” he didn’t reply, just continued to watch the world pass us by.“It’s always been you” Michael said, breaking the silence “what?” I asked, not sure if I’d heard him right “I don’t know what it is about you, the way you get embarrassed over the smallest things, from people just looking in your direction, or how no matter what you do it’s always perfect. You just fascinate me, it sounds creepy but I don’t care because it’s true and I know I’m not the only one who sees it, I know from the way that the guys look at you but you never notice because you’re in your own little world, daydreaming.” I didn’t know how to reply to that or what to think but I didn’t have to because the next thing I knew he gently grabbed my cheeks and brushed his lips against mine, I immediately threw my arms around his neck kissing back.

There was no fireworks or sparks like in the movies but that didn’t matter, all that mattered was he was the one I wanted and I was the one he wanted…and the butterflies it gave me.We were brought back to reality by the sounds of clapping and wolf whistles, breaking apart to find the boys cheering, saying things like finally and look who finally grew a pair, I couldn’t help but blush at their comments. I guess they all knew we liked each other but didn’t have the guts to say it. Mike flipped them all off with me in his arms, getting a few chuckles in response and earning a bone crushing group hug. It was truly the best night of my life.


Today was the day, the boys were leaving for London. It was sad but we all knew it was coming, so being the good best friend and girlfriend I am, I drove them to the airport, mostly so I could spend as much time as I could with them all.

After that night by the Hollywood sign the boys spent every minute they could with me, from sleepovers to band practice. Cal even taught me how to drive, he was the only one who knew how to drive other than Michael but nobody thought him teaching me how to drive was a good idea, when I passed my test they were all outside waiting for me with big goofy grins and a bear hug to congratulate me. We often went on midnight runs to that cute little diner, spending three hours at a time there before crashing at someone’s place because we were all too tired to go home and they were being dropped off anyway.

Now here we stand, in one of their legendary bone crushing hugs outside of the airport, nobody wanting to let go and say goodbye. They weren’t leaving for forever but they weren’t coming back any time soon either, I knew this day would come and I hated it.

When the boys let go, the tears came, my four best friends were leaving to chase there dream, leaving me behind. “Oh no kitten don’t cry, you’ll make me cry” Michael said whipping my tear stained cheeks “Michael, that’s not very punk rock” I sniffled, giggling at my big teddy bear. “Y/N, we’ll be back home before you know it! And you’ll be talking to at least one of us at all times, we promise” Ashton said, trying to reassure me, I didn’t doubt him for a second. “I know I’m just going to miss you guys” I replied pulling him into a hug, the others joined with aws and we’re going to miss you too babe.

That was it, the final goodbye. They picked up their bags and headed off into the airport, yelling one more goodbye before disappearing into the sea of people. I said one final good luck that I knew they didn’t hear before getting into my car and going back home, alone this time.

There’s only one part left. I’m actually sad, I really like this story:( but I hope you smol beans enjoyed! and thank you for reading! x