MORE-VIOLENT-SOBBING

Random HC #26 (Continuation of #4 - #25)

Memory?!

“…You said that you moved to LazyTown from Iceland…along with your parents when you were four years old…” Sportacus is sitting on the bed, across Robbie, his legs crossed, and watches the villain carefully, knowing that he has to take slow, careful steps in this subject. Robbie, propped up by pillows in his back, so he’s sitting, as well, his legs bend and slightly pulled up against his chest (despite the hero’s short protest that he worries whether he won’t get stomachaches because of this again), is still busy keeping himself from falling asleep and nods weakly now. “…But…when I asked whether you’ve ever experienced any kind of love… I also asked…”
“They didn’t love me,” Robbie’s voice is low but steady and after a short pause, he continues with a weak shrug “…They never helped me against Number Nine. They didn’t care one bit why I was crying and all alone most of the time, starting shortly after he showed up for the first time. Before, I was okay with their disinterest in me… I had found some friends here, shortly after we moved here and I had my hobby: inventing stuff. But…when Nine…motivated my friends to play outside all the time…” he wraps his arms around his knees a little tighter “…Let’s just say…even when I tried to play with them and gave my best…I ended up getting laughed at by them…and…him… But my parents didn’t care. They barely listened to me… And my brother…” he breaks up with a low groan and presses his palm against his forehead, swallowing hard. “Shush…” Sportacus reaches out and gently, soothingly runs his hands up and down the villain’s bare arms. Once Robbie has recovered a little again, the hero asks softly “…You have a brother?…”
“Yes…” Robbie calms himself again “…He was older than me by five years… We never got along that well, but when Nine started with all these sports…it became worse… He was his biggest fan, you could say… And he was one of the older kids in town, so he quickly became their leader… When Nine wasn’t around, he was the one, ordering the others around, ‘motivating’ them to keep practicing and playing even when they were tired… And he…” Robbie lowers his eyes “…He even slapped me once…because one of my schemes against Nine…went wrong and turned out to be a little more dangerous for him than I intended… You know how this is sometimes…” he forces a laugh but at the same time quickly wipes a tear from his cheek. Sportacus gently cups his cheek, wiping the next tears away for him, his voice soft but firm “But he though mustn’t have slapped you! I know that you would never hurt anybody with purpose! And I…never approved of Nine’s methods, anyway… I don’t know much about him, but when I was in my last semester at school, he visited the students and told us about his…adventures… I realized at once that I didn’t like him. That’s why it didn’t really surprise me when I met you and saw that you are not evil, like he claimed, but incredible…lovable…” he blushes and clears his throat “…But tell me more about your parents, please…”
“There’s not much to tell… As I said, they didn’t care at all… Never told me why we left Iceland, either… And one day…they and Ray, my brother, were…gone…” Robbie shrugs again, a small part of his mind tells him that he should react on the hero calling him ‘lovable’, but he can’t… “Gone?” Sportacus quirks a brow “What do you mean 'gone’?…”
“Well, I mean that they left me!” Robbie clenches his hands into fists “Like one day, they’re still there and when I wake up the next morning, I’m alone in the house! Like they left me behind! No letter! No note! Not even a single word before!” he’s never talked about this with anybody before, but now he feels something deep down inside him shatter into a million of pieces and he can’t help a sob “I-I mean, it’s not like it made a huge difference! I was able to take care of myself at this age, after all… I-I was just surprised… Although it only proved what I already knew - that nobody wants to live with me… B-But…”
“Robbie. Robbie! Hey,” Sportacus gently lifts the other’s chin up to look into his teary eyes “This is NOT true. You hear me?! This had absolutely nothing to do with you!…”
“B-But why did they leave me then when I was only fourteen years old?? What did I DO to scare off my OWN family?!?” Robbie’s sobs become more hysteric and he buries his face in his hands. “You did nothing… Oh, Robbie…” the hero shifts on the bed, until he’s sitting next to the villain and carefully wraps an arm around his shoulders “…Robbie, please, calm down… You didn’t scare them off…”
“They LEFT me, Sportacus!” Robbie turns his head to give the other a pained, desperate, and slightly angry look “What other reason can parents have to leave behind their fourteen year old son, besides feeling nothing but hate and disgust for him?!”
“…Robbie…”
“No! Let’s be honest! I…” he gets cut off by strong arms, pulling him into a tight embrace. “I AM honest. And I tell you, it’s not YOUR fault, Robbie!” murmurs Sportacus against the villain’s neck, gently running his hands over the other’s tensed back and seconds later, he can sense the body, pressed flush against his own, convulse with more violent sobs than before and Robbie returns the embrace, clinging to him so tight, as if his life depended on it “Hush. It’s okay. Let it go…”
“…Th-They hated me…” repeats the villain with broken, by Sportacus’ crook of the neck muffled, voice. “Stop saying that.”
“But it’s TRUE!”
“No, it’s not.”
“How could YOU know?! Have you ever met them!?” Robbie’s voice isn’t angry. No, Sportacus can hear the desperation in it and…maybe even a trace of hope?… “…No… Of course not…” the hero gently runs his hand through the tousled black hair “…But I do know…that there’s no chance that any parent would leave behind their child like this! Not when they first took you with them when they moved! And not if they took your brother with them when they left LazyTown!”
“But that’s exactly what they DID!” whimpers the villain lowly and swallows hard. “Robbie…”
“No… It’s okay, Sportacus…” Robbie squeezes his eyes shut and realizes just now that he has been digging his fingers into the hero’s back and quickly stops this now, mumbling “…Sorry…”
“What?”
“…I hurt you…” his voice breaks and he tries to free himself from the other’s embrace. “Nonsense,” Sportacus shakes his head and lets Robbie pull back, but holds him at his shoulders, searching his gaze “You didn’t hurt me. You held on to me for comfort. That’s normal.”
“…Normal?…” Robbie furrows his brows. “Yes,” the hero cups the other’s cheek again and smiles sadly “…So you…never got hugged or comforted by your parents, either?…”
“No, I…” Robbie’s expression changes to slight confusion “…I don’t…think so… I…” he takes a shallow breath in “…M-My…head hurts…”
“I know, Robbie, but you have to focus. Do you REMEMBER that your parents NEVER hugged you?” Sportacus cups his other cheek now, as well, searching his eyes. “…I…” the villain’s eyes grow wide for a moment, then he suddenly starts shaking his head “No, they didn’t!”
“Are you really sure?”
“Why do you keep questioning my memory?! I’ve got a headache, but I should be able to remember my own childhood, shouldn’t I?!” Robbie winces at his own yell and covers his mouth with one hand for a moment, gasping with now muffled voice “I’m… I’m so sorry! I-I didn’t mean to…yell at you like this! I…”
“It’s okay, Robbie!” Sportacus gently pulls the villain’s hand away from his mouth, squeezing it gently “It’s okay.”
“N-No, it’s not!” Robbie wildly shakes his head “You’re only trying to help me and I freak out like this! No wonder that nobody…” he gets cut off again. This time, by lips, pressing on his own. Seconds later, Sportacus pulls back again, smiling broadly at Robbie’s stunned expression “…Well… Now I found a way to stop your panic attacks…” he lovingly strokes through Robbie’s hair “Hey… It’s okay. Really.”
“But I yelled at you…”
“That, as well, is completely normal. You’re under immense pressure and stress right now. And you’re still sick and tired… Robbie…” the hero sighs lowly “Listen. Take deep breaths and just listen now. Okay?”
Robbie nods weakly, barely noticeably and instinctively grabs Sportacus’ comfort offering hands. “Good… So… I just wanted to know whether you’re completely sure that your memory is correct because…” Sportacus takes a deep breath in now, himself, trying to find gentle words “…Because…there’s a chance that…you get a headache now, when you think about this because…your memory got…manipulated…”

Confessions

Prompt: Reader and Dean are living the apple pie life and have big plans for the future. That is until Dean comes home one night, and confesses something the reader never thought she would ever hear.

Character: Dean x Reader
Reader Gender: female
Word Count: 1.7k
Warnings: Language, ANGST (or at least I tried), mentions of blood, mentions of alcohol use. if I missed anything, please let me know!

Part II // Part III

A/N: I had this idea floating around in my mind for a very long time now, and I just knew there was a story in there somewhere. It’s based on the first part of Usher’s Confessions, bc I adore him. BIG thanks to @balthazars-muse and @aprofoundbondwithdean for letting me babble on and on. You girls are simply amazing.

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Only One

Character: Jaebum (GOT7)
Genre:
angsty fluff????
Request:
A scenario with JB using the song ‘Only one-BoA’ but with a happy ending?
Authors note:
I’m so sorry for such mediocre writing, but this one was just really hard to write guys. LOL. I’m not too sure why, but I just found it extremely difficult to write anything and come up with anything. :( Please forgive me!!


- Admin T

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Voicemails (Kellic)

A one-shot in the form of a series of voicemails from Kellin to Vic. It was supposed to be cute/funny, I swear.

June 5, 2014


Voicemail #1:
“Vic Fuentes, I can’t see you right now, but I bet you look hot as hell. You’re probably still sleeping, which means that you’re probably almost naked, which begs the question: Why am I not in your bed with you right now? Call me when you wake up, you adorable bastard.”

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anonymous asked:

Hey^^ Could You write an imagine with Jacky Vincent from fir? you're his girlfriend and you live together and one night you wake up because he keeps tossing and turning. then you hear him murmur sth and the he says that he loves you. first you smile but then he begins to beg (like 'please, please, don't ' or sth) and eventually starts to sob and says that he doesn't want you to leave. but you wake him up 'cause seeing him like that hurts too much. It would be awesome if you could write that <3

A/N: I hope you enjoy in and thank you for requesting this, I really enjoyed writing this! 

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It was late at night & you were in the bed you sharedwith your boyfriend Jacky Vincent, happily asleep; the two of you. You were a light sleeper as Jacky knew quite well from you waking up in the middle of the night due to Jacky’s snoring or him having to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, but most of the time you were used to waking up because of Jacky.

Tonight wasn’t any different, you woke up because of Jacky, but the only thing that was different was that Jacky was tossing and turning in his sleep. You turned to face him and he was quietly murmuring; you couldn’t hear what he was saying so you ignored him, turning back to the original position you were in and shut your eyes trying to go back to sleep.

Jacky started to murmur louder which was irritating you more, you still couldn’t hear what he was saying. You focused more on trying to make up the words to his murmurs, you could make out one word; love.

“I-I love you Y/N” Jacky murmured quite loudly, you smiled at him saying that; it never got old hearing Jacky say that he loves you

“No, no… I love you. Please don’t, please don’t” Jacky cried out, you creased your eyebrows in confusion, you turned around to face him again. He started to sob;

“Please don’t leave me Y/N, I love you so much. Please don’t leave me” you could hear Jacky say as he was sobbing. You couldn’t deal with this anymore, you started to shake Jacky which he didn’t budge out of his dream state. You shook him more violently; Jacky’s sobs and pleads were starting scare you quite a lot, after more than a minute of violently shaking him he woke up, saw you next to him and flung himself onto you and started to sob again.

“Shhh, shhh. I’m here Jacky, I’m here” you said comforting the guitarist while rubbing his back in a soothing way

“You-you left… In my dream. It was so horrible” he said through his sobs. You lifted his head so you could look into his light blue eyes that you loved and said;

“I will never leave you Jacky, it was a dream but that dream will never come true. I love you too much to ever leave you, and I promise to never leave you” before passionately kissing him. You both laid back down, holding each other in each other’s embrace, feeling the love the two of you shared for each other.

~ Syn 

Phan: Those Who Trust - Part 35

Wordcount: 5.8k
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: past non-con and abuse
Summary: Dan used to be a submissive and now he’s just a broken shell of a man.
Beta: legendarygalaxydragon
A/N: This one’s unbeta’d but honestly it’s been so long that I just need to post it or the guilt would kill me. Also the dick joke in there? I came up with that myself and I’m stupidly proud of it. Hope you enjoy. :) x

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“Dan,“ Phil muttered after he had parked the car, worry clouding his features as he looked at the building looming in front of them, “why are we at a prison?“

Dan didn’t answer him. There was no need for that. Surely Phil was smart enough to figure out by himself why they were here.

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Light-Part 9

Part 1-6

Part 7

Part 8

Description: Y/N is Tony Stark’s Daughter and the light of his dark world. She is brilliant, beautiful, and talented beyond measure. She has always been dedicated to the work she does for the Avengers and the world, she never really thought much about boys or men, just her work no matter if it was in science or art her work always was more important to her than dating. She went on dates once in awhile but love really was not on her agenda until she and Pietro Maximoff slowly creep their way into each others hearts.

Word Count: 1,751

Warnings: Sad…Very Very Sad reader…

A/N: So to add this part and the next part together but decided that this part was best on it’s own so now there is only 3 parts left then an epilogue…Wow getting down to the bitter end…I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I have enjoyed writing this. I am getting so nostalgic about it! Anyway sorry to hold you up. Enjoy!

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Christmas was right around the corner. Really just days away and the tower was abuzz with excitement. The Avengers Christmas party was the highlight of the year for many of them and the closer it got to Christmas Eve the more excited everyone seemed to get.

The tower was decked out from top to bottom in decorations for the season. Red, green, blue, silver and gold dripped from every available spot they could find. A tree occupied every room and it felt like the most wonderful time of the year, truly. Mistletoe hung from the ceiling in plain sight and Y/N had been actively avoiding it. She had had her fill of kissing. Or that’s what she told herself.

She spent more time in her lab than ever, finding things to do away from the team and away from Pietro. When she wasn’t in the lab she was in her bedroom playing Piano and trying to keep herself in the Christmas spirit. With the Christmas party only 3 days away there had been a lot of people in and out of the tower to help with decorations and she just wanted to keep out of their way. Her fingers danced over the cold ivory keys as she played ‘Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas’. She played song after song until her fingers were stiff. She noticed how dark it was outside and decided to get some dinner and head up to her lab for a few hours before bed.

She held a plate with a sandwich in one hand and her notebook and flash drive in the other as she made her way to the elevator. When the doors opened she noticed Pietro standing inside she stood looking at him for a moment before walking inside the elevator.

“Hello Pietro.” She had a sad smile that was breaking his heart.

“Hello Y/N. How are you?”

“I’m okay. How are you? Excited for the Christmas party?”

“I suppose, it is hard to be excited when you are busy missing your best friend.”

It was quiet for a moment as Y/N looked down in guilt.

“I’m sorry.” They spoke at the same time, making themselves giggle.

“I am sorry Y/N. I did not mean to hurt you. I care about you so much and that is the last thing I would want to do.”

“I’m sorry too Piet, I didn’t mean to come off as harsh as I did. I care about you too and I like being your friend and that is the most important thing to me. Your friendship. Hey, why don’t you come with me to the lab, I have some prototypes for you to check out.”

“I would like that very much.”

They smiled at each other as the door opened to the floor with Y/N’s lab. They stepped out and made their way down the hall and around the corner to her lab’s entrance. Though once they rounded the corner they came upon something unimaginable. The contents fell from Y/N’s hands as she bolted for the doors. The plate shattered when it hit the floor and the notebook strew papers across the floor but she couldn’t care less. Pietro had been shocked into stillness, he was so still he didn’t even know if he was breathing.

Through the glass doors and walls you could see the inside of the lab. It had been all but destroyed, every last inch of it. Once the doors were pushed open and she stepped foot inside it was worse than she ever could have imagined. Computers were smashed apart, tables were tipped over, papers were ripped apart and thrown haphazardly across the room. The sight of her corner ripped her heart to shreds. Every book looked as if it had been taken apart meticulously and the pages crumpled up and thrown about like balls. She hesitated to look across the room, she knew what she would find, and she was right. When she glanced towards her years of work she saw nothing but a pile of scrap metal. Project S.W.A.T. had been destroyed beyond recognition. At first she felt nothing. Then she felt everything.

It crashed over her like a wave and she screamed out in horror and pain. Her body crumbled in on itself as she started to fall to the floor, Pietro had finally moved from his position in the hall and ran to catch her sobbing form. She wailed out, devastated for her work, for everything she had lost in that moment. Pietro sat on the floor, holding her in his arms as he rocked them back and forth in a futile attempt to calm her.

It didn’t take long for Tony to come racing towards her lab. He had always said he could hear his daughter’s cry from any corner of the earth, Father’s instinct, and he whenever she cried he always seemed to come running. Her cries were few and far between, even as a baby, and so when she cried he knew it was serious. Tony ran down 6 flights of stairs to get to her and once he made it to her his soul focus was on the pain his daughter was in and how he could sooth her. He was so distracted that he had yet to even notice the destruction surrounding them.

He sat down next to his daughter and Pietro, taking her from his arms and pulled her into his lap as if she were a small child again. He ran his hands over her hair and whispered soothing words to her. Pietro stood to walk around the lab and inspect the damage, running his fingers over the cold metal of the machine that had saved his life. He couldn’t imagine who would do such a thing to this wonderful women.

Tony’s focus was still solely on his daughter. Like tunnel vision, all he could see or focus on was her.

“Sweetheart. My little Light. What’s causing you to hurt like this?”

“D-don’t you s-see Daddy? E-e-everything is GONE!” She wailed out again and buried herself into her father’s chest. It was only then that he finally looked up and saw what was causing his Light’s pain.

Tony prided himself on the tower being on of the most secure places in New York if not the World so to see the destruction that had been caused, he know that security had to have been compromised.

“Oh my sweet Light. I am so sorry. Here let me take you downstairs. We have to tell the team.”

He picked up his daughter as she continued to sob quietly onto his shoulder. Pietro opened the door and followed them to the elevator and then to the living room. Tony placed Y/N into a chair, draping a blanket over her shoulders. Her cries and stopped and now she just looked numb. Staring across the room like it was a void. Tony turned and spoke quietly to Pietro.

“Hey kid, can you go make her a cup of tea? Use the mug with the octopus inside. It always makes her smile. I’m gonna go collect the team.” Tony walked away as Pietro slowly stepped towards the kitchen. He didn’t want to disturb her and risk her crying again. Though the more he thought about it the more he preferred to violent sobs to this quiet. Though the sobs practically tore his heart in half, this silence was deafening. At least when she was crying he knew she was feeling something. Now it looked like she didn’t feel anything and that scared him terribly. He had never seen her look like this and it made him hurt for her.

When he finally walked back with her tea Tony had the team gathered up and sitting around the room. Y/N was still staring off into space as if nothing was going on around her. Pietro walked up to her and held out the tea to her, she took it and looked up at him with pain in her eyes. “Thanks Piet.” She tried to smile but it was hopeless. He just nodded to her and sat on the arm of her chair and rubbed circles on her back. Once everyone was situated and looking at Tony he began to speak.

“Security to the tower was compromised today.”

“Well Stark, you did let about 100 people in here to decorate.” Nat pointed out looking over at Y/N who now had her head resting on Pietro’s thigh.

“I know but I hand picked and did background checks on every one of them. It couldn’t have been someone I hired.”

“Well what happened? If you don’t mind me asking.” Bruce spoke up directing the last part to Y/N.

She lifted her head from Pietro’s leg and spoke up. “My lab has been destroyed. Everything in it is useless. They took apart S.W.A.T. and even ripped apart my books. This wasn’t an attack on the Avengers. It was an attack on me. A few weeks back I had a date with an old Summer fling who happened to be in town. Before we left I caught him snooping through my purse, looking for the flash drive I carry with me, the one with S.W.A.T. information on it. I said that I would pretend it never happened and that would be the end of it. I wouldn’t tell you, he would live to see another day. I figured he didn’t get it so there was no harm done. A few days later, I noticed someone had tried hacking into my system. Obviously it didn’t work, I have a set up so hack proof that Ultron wasn’t even able to get into it. If you so much as poke my firewall it wipes and crashes every computer on your server so I wasn’t worried. I figured they were too busy trying to fix their stuff and they learned their lesson. I was never prepared for a break in. If it is who I think it is, then I know exactly what they were looking for and they destroyed everything as a warning, not to deny them again.” Everyone stared at her, awestruck, unsure of what to say. Finally Wanda asked the question that was on the tip of everyone’s tongue.

“Who is it?”

“The people I worked for the Summer I was abroad, the Summer Vince and I spent together.”

“And who is that?” Tony spoke up, unaware of his daughter’s activities that Summer.

“HYDRA.”

Free! Eternal Summer Episode by Episode Summary

Episode 1: tHE SWIMMING HOMOS ARE BACK

Episode 2: NEW BISHIES

Episode 3: LOL SEE YOU GUYS REITER (im terrible)

Episode 4: SouRin and strawberry cocaine

Episode 5: REIGISA INTENSIFIES

Episode 6: Makoto being a  F U C K I N G  sweetheart

Episode 7: SAMEZUKA TEAM ANGST

Episode 8: MAKOTO HOLY SHIT

Episode 9: SOUSUKE HOLY SHIT

Episode 10: *VIOLENT SOBBING*

Episode 11: *MORE VIOLENT SOBBING*
Episode 12: I CAN SHOW YOU THE WORRRRLD
It's my bed... *5sos fluff*

Anonymous requested: Can you do a 5sos blurb where your stepmom makes you cry and you call them? -this might sound weird but I kind of need it now

A/N: I hope you’re feeling Ok! :) I hope this is what you wanted, also, I turned it into an imagine more than a blurb! ;)

It was Friday evening. You just spent the day out with your Dad before he left for a business trip, strolling around town, getting some coffee. After you saw him off at the bus stop, you went home.

As you opened the front door, the faint smell of alcohol hit your nose.

“Y/N? Is that you?” a familiar voice called out. Your step-mom came out of the kitchen holding a beer.

She wasn’t very nice, harsh, and nothing to your actual Mom, who you still saw.

“Yeah, what’s up?” you put your bag on the couch, shoving your phone in your pocket.

“Why wasn’t  I invited on your little fun day today with Y/F/N?” she put the beer down, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“I kinda wanted it to be just me and Dad, ya know?” you tried moving passed her into the kitchen to get something to eat. She stopped you.

“Well, maybe I wanted it to be just me and him last night watching that movie, but no! You just had to watch it, too…” her voice was harsh as she stared down at you. You gulped.

“S-sorry, I didn’t think it was an issue…” you were getting scared now, as she slowly started to back you against the wall.

“Well, you little bitch, you should be sorry” you felt tears prick your eyes.

“I am” your voice was barely above a whisper. Her face was starting to go red.

“You think just because you’re his daughter you can do whatever you want in this house, don’t you?!” her face moving closer to your. Tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill. You shook your head, afraid to speak.

“Answer me!” she shouted, slapping you across the face. You fell to the ground, holding your red cheek. The sting travelled around you face, as the redness began to spread in the shape of a hand. Tears freely fell from your eyes as you looked up at her, her hard eyes staring back.

“Go to your room. Now!” she yelled, walking into the kitchen. You scrambled up the stairs, locking the door behind you. You sobbed into your knees as you brought them into your chest, hugging your legs. You tried to calm down, but that only made the sobs more violent. You had an idea. You grabbed your phone from your pocket and dialled your best friend Luke. Hopefully, your other best friends, Michael, Calum and Ashton would be there, too.

“Hey, Y/N, what’s up?” his cheerful voice filling the silence of your room. You heard Michael and Ashton yelling in the back, and Calum was there, too. You knew because Michael was asking him to ‘be on his team’. Probably fifa.

“L-Luke?” your voice shaky, and cracking.

“Y/N? What’s wrong? Are you Ok?” his voice sounded worried. The background fell silent, and you imagined them all staring at Luke, confused.

“My step-mom. S-she hit me…” you stammered out, as you began to sob again. The boys knew you never fully got along with her, but she made your Dad happy, so you managed. No-one would ever have thought she would hit you.

“We’re coming over” his voice stern.

“No! You can’t! I’ll come to you!” you knew that she would never let your friends in, especially this late.

“Alright, we’re in my house, but I’m staying on the line!” you sniffed in response, the fear of being caught stopping your tears. You heard him whisper to the guys, informing them of the situation.

“I’m putting you on speaker” you crept out your door, bringing some cloths in a small back pack. You nearly jumped ot of your skin when you heard the guys speaking.

“Y/N! Are you Ok?” Michael’s voice was loud through the phone. You shushed him, as you tip-toed down the stairs.

“Skip the creaky one!” Ashton called, who somehow knew you were on the stairs. You did just that as you reached the bottom. You began to clear the space between you and the door when you heard her.

“Y/N! What are you doing?!” she screeched through the house. You heard the guys gasp. You slowly turned around to look at her standing in the kitchen doorway.

“I-I’m leaving for tonight” you whispered, ever so slowly creeping backwards to the door. The boys were silent.

“No, you’re staying right here!” she moved towards you, but you spun around and threw yourself out the front door, racing down the driveway.

“Come back here you little bitch!” she yelled after you, but you didn’t stop. You only stopped running a block and a half away when Luke began speaking to you.

“Are you alright? Did something happen?” you almost forgot you were holding your phone to your ear. You caught your breath.

“Almost at your house, see ya then” he acknowledged, and you hung up. You walked towards his estate, tears rolling down your cheeks as the memories and the pain of your face came back to you. You knocked on his door, weakly. You heard thundering footsteps tear through the house and the door was nearly ripped off its hinges. The boys stopped their frantic rush when they saw you. Tears on your face, eyes red and puffy, face red with a hand mark on it, and you were clutching your phone so hard your knuckles were white. You looked up at them through tears, sniffing. You slowly walked through the door as more tears dripped off your face. The first thing Luke said was

“My parents aren’t home, so you can yell if you want” you shook your head. Ash put his hands around your shoulders, bringing you into his chest.

“You Ok, baby?” his voice soft. But that did it. You started sobbing like a baby. Your body shook as Ashton rubbed your back. Your legs were weak from running, and everything that happened, and you collapsed, Ash moving down with you. You sat there, crying, while Ash soothed you. You didn’t notice the other boys had left until they came back into the room; Luke with tissues, Mikey with blankets and Calum with Luke’s dog. You looked up at the tall boys, their hearts breaking at the sight of you. Michael brought the blanket around your shoulders, sitting next to you. Luke and Calum sat, too, handing you a tissue. You wiped your eyes and blew your nose, softly. Calum gingerly handed you the squirming dog.

“What can’t a puppy fix, right?” you giggled, snuggling the puppy in your lap.

“Come on, let’s go upstairs” Ashton picked you up bridal style, keeping the blanket wrapped around you. You laughed as the dig started licked his face before racing away downstairs. He gently put you down on Luke’s bed.

“Do you want us to get anything?”  Calum asked, giving you another tissue even though your tears had stopped.

“I’m Ok. Some ice-cream wouldn’t hurt, though?” Cal laughed, and he dragged Luke with him to get you some. Michael and Ashton crawled on the bed either side of you. Mikey looked at you, his green eyes full of sympathy.

“Would you like something for that?” he lightly ran his fingers over your red cheek. You almost forgot the red mark was there, now that it had stopped stinging.

“I’m Ok, it’ll be gone by the morning!” he smiled down at you. Ash put his arm over your shoulders and Michael did the same. You smiled, feeling protected between them. Ashton started telling a story about when he was in school, about the stuff he did that he thought was cool. The three of you were in stitches when Cal and Luke came back, armed with tubs of ice-cream, whipped cream, sprinkles, sauces, the works!

It turned into a competition of who could make the best Sundae; you and Mikey vs Cal, Luke and Ash. You and Michael obviously won thanks to your sprinkles (and maybe due to the fact Mike stole their chocolate sauce, but all is fair in love, war, and ice-cream!)

As you all happily chowed down on the ice-cream, Luke decided to play some music. It started off with some Good Charlotte and Green Day, but ended up with Taylor Swift and the spongebob theme song. Before you knew it, it was 3:47 in the morning.

“Holy crap!” Luke yawned, checking his watch. “We’ll be lucky to wake up before 4 o’clock tomorrow!” everyone laughed, as they put their pyjamas on.

You crawled under the covers of Luke’s bed, suddenly realising that he had nowhere to sleep, now. You jumped up.

“Here you go, I’ll sleep on the floor like the guys” you gestured at the boys in their sleeping bags.

“No way! You’ll sleep in here!” he sat you down on the bed.

“Where will you sleep, then?” he thought for a moment. He went to say something, but stopped himself, blushing slightly.

“What is it?”

“I was just thinking, maybe I could share with you?” he looked at his feet, his face turning red. You giggled.

“Of course!” he looked up in surprise.

“Really?!”

“Sure!” you pulled back the covers moving over to let him get in.

“Heey!” Michael whined. “How come he’s allowed to share and I’m not?!” he stood up, putting his hands on his hips. You looked at Luke, and sighed, moving the covers back again.

“Come on, then!” his face lit up as he jumped into the bed.

“Well, that’s not weird!” Calum remarked.

“1: It isn’t weird that friends are sharing a bed, Cal it’s not like we’re going to have sex!” Luke’s innocent face blushed and Mikey giggled. “and 2: You’re just jealous we get a bed and you don’t!” you finished you’re speech with a triumphant nod. He faked a shocked look.

“Me? Jealous? Ha!” he shook his head.

“You know what, mate?” Ashton said, getting up and walking to the bed “I think you are!” he flopped down on top of us, moving around until he was comfy. Calum’s face fell, slightly, seeing that he was alone on the floor. You didn’t want him to feel left out, though, as he was your best friend. You opened your arms wide.

“There’s room for one more!” he smiled, racing over to you. He landed on your lap, situating himself so he was lying directly on top of you, his head on your chest. You laughed as he sighed happily, snuggling into you more. Everyone got into comfy positions; Ashton on his side, his hand under his face, Calum snuggled on top of you, Michael on his stomach and Luke had his arm over Michaels tummy to annoy him. Mikey shooed his hand away, so he lay on his back. Everyone fell asleep pretty soon, except for Luke, who couldn’t get comfortable. Eventually, he was forced to get out of the bed, when Michael moved over, leaving no space for him. He grumbled as he got into a sleeping bag, and began drifting to sleep,

“It’s my bed….”