alltimeshan  asked:

For the prompts, 31 with Michael? Thank you!☺️

31. "I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks.“

When Michael and you decided to move in with each it was originally to save money, but after three years living together became less of an excuse and more of a way of life. You couldn’t imagine what your life would be like without the smell of burning pancakes or walking into the bathroom and nearly falling into the toilet because Michael forgot to put the lid down during his three am pee break. 

And Michael felt the same way. He couldn’t fathom what it would be like to have someone else compete in Mario Kart tournaments with him, one’s that usually ended up in a screaming match over who would clean the apartment that week. He didn’t even want to think about what he would have done if you weren’t a room away when he fell into a rut, only your soothing hands on his back making him feel better. 

Michael needed you just as much as you needed him. 

Life together wasn’t always predictable though. Both Michael and you loved spontaneity which is why, often times, one of you would come home to chaos. Sometimes that involved walking into your apartment to find a small duffel bag pack and ready for your mini vacation. Other times it meant waking up to find you entire living room transformed into a glorified ball pit. Whatever it was, it was guaranteed to make both of you smile. 

After working a double shift at the restaurant you waitressed at, you were expecting to come home to a nice quiet apartment. You had planned to kick off your shoes, indulge in some take out, and catch up on the latest episode of How To Get Away With Murder that you had missed that week. But when you opened the door to your apartment to find your best friend sliding across the floor as if it was an ice rink, you knew all plans of having a quiet evening were gone. 

“I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks,“ Michael smiled, offering you his hand to guide you in the direction of your bedroom. 

You came sliding out a minute later, fluffy green socks with Peter Pan’s silhouette embedded in the soft fabric.  Glancing down at Michael’s feet, you couldn’t help but chuckle at his choice in socks, yellow one’s with stitched pikachus in all sorts of directions – one’s you had bought him for Christmas only a few weeks ago. 

“I like your socks,” you teased. 

“Thanks, my amazing best friend bought them for me,” he smiled, before tugging you towards him. The two of you slid around, laughing for a few minutes before Michael stopped in your path blocking you from sliding further into your furniture-less living room. “I don’t know how long this stuff says slippery for so we have to act fast,” he said, moving the both of you towards the middle of the room.

“What are you doing?” you laughed, as Michael twirled in circles around you. 

“Last night you told me you always wanted to be like Michelle Trachtenberg in the Ice Princess so I waxed the floors so you could!” 

“You’re such a dork, Clifford.” 

“Yeah, yeah I know,” he said waving off your comment. “Now come on, you have to recreate the routine!” 

For @alreadymissings and @5sospank‘s roommate!5sos blurb night

alltimeshan  asked:

39, Ashton :)


Your hands tightened around the bat in your head, the cool metal resting against your bare shoulder. You shivered as you stood on the other side of the door, partly from standing on the cold hardwood floor in nothing but your pyjamas and partly from the worry coursing through your veins. The palms of your hands grew slick as you waited in the dark, your eyes never really adjusting to it.

The creak of a floorboard echoed through the house as your breath caught in the back of your throat, panic rising as the endless possibilities flooded your mind. This is why you never really wanted to live alone, too many episodes of Criminal Minds and CSI scared you a little. Okay a lot.

You lifted the bat, ready to swing as footsteps neared you and the sound of someone stumbling into one of your end tables, cursing softly at the noise and the pain probably shooting up their leg, pierced the silence of your house.

Your heart pounded as the person neared, about to round the corner and find you standing there. You shrieked as the tall form stood in front of you, your arms frozen, too afraid to swing the bat.

“Baby!” a familiar voice called. “Baby relax it’s just me.”

Your arms fell limp at the sound of Ashton’s voice, relief washing over you. You dropped the bat as you stepped into his arms, finally calming down. The relief was soon replaced with annoyance as you pulled away from him and slapped his chest. “You! Scared! The! Crap! Out! Of! Me!” you spoke through gritted teeth, each word punctuated with a slap.

Ashton giggled at your reaction, pulling you back in for another hug. “Am I not allowed to surprise my beautiful wife?”

“Not at 3AM!”

“Oh so do you want me to go back on tour then? Because I can, I’ll just grab my bags right now and-“

You leapt into Ashton’s arms, legs wrapping around his waist and cutting him of with a hard kiss. “Don’t you dare.”

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