even hungover he is a babe


-facetimes when he’s on tour but no too often bc jetlag

-he’d “babe” you a lOT.

-always texting you even when you’re in the same room

-a cranky asshole when hungover or in the mornings

-not a morning person at all and sometimes he’s accidentally take that out on you

-”can we have another lizard babe?” “no” “pleeease he’s so cuteee”

-he would be very shy at first but months later he couldn’t stop talking

-he would take you lots of pictures and add snapchat filters on your face

-you asking yourself why the fuck are you in love with that idiot

- 90% of all your dates would probably be netflix and chill or just a nap of 4 hours

-he’d shout at you when you fight and his neck vein would explodE and obviously you shout at him back

-the boys making fun of how their little con has a girlfriend and he would blush and “fuck off guys”

-when he’s drunk he’d be very funny, always laughing and screaming and swearing

-he would write a song about you (and obviously the boys would make fun of it)

- he’d be the most annoying drunk ever, after the party when you two get home he’d be like “baaaabe i love youuu” and “i dont want to sleep yet” and “you look very sexy let’s kiss” and obviously “I’m hungry can you bring me some chips, love?”

-always trying to make you laugh

-lots of cuddles because you two loves them

-neck kisses

-you tracing his tattoo

-him being home from tour would mean that he’d stay in bed for three days straight and he make you staying in bed with him

-both of you being too lazy to cook most of the time

-he’d buy you cute gifts from around the world now and then (and sometimes he forget about them in the hotel room bc hey he’s human and he forget things)

-he’d be very shy when in interviews ask about girlfriends bc he and the rest of the boys can’t talk about it

-but he would like and rt your tweets

-he would love to kiss you and bite you and you two would end up with your lips all red but who cares

-sometimes he would be super cute and sweet and cheesy even if it’s not his type

Spray It, Don’t Say It: We’ll Paint the Moon

A weekend of Netflix and Chinese takeout leaves Shiro with a new roommate, Allura with no regrets, Lance with blackmail material, and Keith with the biggest revelation since his gender.

At least Pidge, Hunk, and Shay had a good time.

Takes place after “Banksy-Ass Wannabe.”

Yes, hello, I have returned! And with a full length fic, no less. I hope you’re ready for a copious amount of fluff and plotless rambling…

Special thanks to @cubanbisexuallance (and the rest of the Lancecord), @7imothysucks, @lightoflunaris, and @screwitanddoitanyway!

Songs that helped inspire this fic:
“Don’t Threaten Me With a Good Time” by Panic! At the Disco
“Seal It With a Kiss” by Prince Royce
“Wouldn’t It Be Nice” by The Beach Boys

Rest of the fic: https://n00dl3gal.tumblr.com/tagged/series%3A-spray-it-don%27t-say-it
AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10874760

Keith didn’t think too hard when Shiro said he’d be out of town for the weekend. He just invited Lance and his friends over and ordered takeout.

“Did he tell you why he’s skipping town?” Hunk asks, scooping another serving of General Tso’s chicken on his plate.

Keith shakes his head. There’s a beer in his hand and his boyfriend’s feet in his lap. “Nah, but he’s a cop. Something might have happened  in another town and they needed his help.”

“I wouldn’t worried too much, honey. If Keith’s calm, it’s probably fine,” Shay says. Behind her, Pidge sets down her eggroll to gag.

Lance swallows the last of his dumpling and raises his bottle. “I agree with Shay. Keith isn’t freaking, and he freaks out over everything.”

“I do not!”

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Rosa comes back looking very annoyed with a basket of freshly done laundry in hand. "Here. I even fucking folded it. Now let me in the track team." She looks hungover

“HA!  Good morning, sunshine!” he said, hopping out of bed and grinning.  “Wow, you went the extra mile!  All right, all right, just a sec.”

He grabbed his sandman and tapped her once on each shoulder.  “I dub the officially a member of the track team.  Good freakin’ luck by the way, it’s like herding cats out there; all we do is hang out and fight.

“Oh… speaking of fighting.  Were you in any rush to battle me?”

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"Mmm, you’re warm.” CALUMMMM

Ahhhh sorry this took so long!!!


“Its my birthday tomorrow.”

Calum looked down at his girlfriend with an amused smile. “Did you think I forgot?”

She lifted a hand to smack him from where she was laid across his chest. “No,” she laughed. “But that means it’s my turn to get smashed, Cal, and have you take care of me for once.”

Her boyfriend scoffed. “You never have to take care of me when I’m drunk.” She whipped her head up to look at him with raised eyebrows, and he squeezed the hand that was interlaced with hers over her shoulder, unable to keep a straight face. “Alright, alright.”

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How Will I Know

Author’s Note: I call this “How Will I Know” (yes, after the Sam Smith song!) The words in between these ’ ’ are sing lyrics. I couldn’t italicize them cause I’m on mobile. Anyway, enjoy, and as always if you like it reblog and share your thoughts! A few of you lovely people in particular always do and it makes me smile when - like today - I’m having/had (it’s 12:28 now…I got a late start…) a particularly bad day. So, thank you. :)))

The frost shimmered in the morning daylight, its fragility cracking with each footfall along the grass.

Rubbing her eyes, as though to remove any leftover makeup from the night before, Janel sighed emphatically.

It was another day, and another rehearsal; she found herself dreading that moment of climactic silence, one unfamiliar to her and him, as much as she looked forward to it.

She and Val had a huge blow up yesterday, their second major one since having become an official couple weeks prior. What the fight actually centred around, she couldn’t recall but it had been something abnormal of their nature.

He stormed out, and this time, to her disappointment, didn’t come back for the keys. She had waited, a few minutes longer than she really should have- hopeful to the greatest extent- but he had left, had actually driven away, according to Witney, right then.

Once having gotten home herself, Janel decided she wasn’t going to be sad, wasn’t going to wait for him to call, wasn’t going to waste away - on Friday night no less - while watching various romantic comedies and stuffing her face with the entire kitchen.

She was going to party her pain away, allow those few glasses of wine to loosen its insufferable grip on her throat.

After she got a few people together, they’d arranged to meet at a nearby bar. There, Janel was hit on numerous times by obstreperous, drunk men and she recoiled, even now, at the thought.

The night had lasted until the wee hours of the morning, ending with Janel - unable to drive herself home - stumbling into her dark house, alone.

She’d garnered, upon waking up in a slight disorient, her whereabouts only after a glass of water, one that had been left - with a note that said, “Drink this :) ” on her coffee table.

She’d wondered briefly who had left it, and then clapped a clammy hand to her forehead, the severity of a sudden headache almost unbearable.

“Rehearsal,” she murmured, still a little dazed, “fuck.”

Now, she was in her car, delighted to see that Tyler had left another note: “good morning J. Hope it wasn’t too rough. Last night was fun :)”.

Smiling, Janel turned over the ignition, waiting patiently as the car hummed to life and then drove off.

She was halfway to the studio when she realized she’d forgotten her sweater. “It’s warm inside anyway,” was her reasoning as she shrugged her shoulders and increased the volume on the radio.

The song “How Will I Know” came on, the Sam Smith version, and her hand was quick to change it. However, something in her heart told her to go back and she did, listening to whatever it was - that warm, sentimental feeling.

‘How will I know that you really love me? I say a prayer with every heart beat…’

At the song’s end, Janel turned into the Dancing With the Stars lot, parking in her respective space. She sighed as the last few mellifluous notes rang in her ears, smoothing her frayed nerves some.

Taking a deep breath and exiting the vehicle, Janel mentally prepared herself for what was to come. Silence.

That’s exactly what she received when entering their practice space and smirked at his predictability. “Hey V.”

Val turned around then, his expression staying true to is present emotion: anger. “Janel.”

She jokingly rolled her eyes, giving him a tiny smile. “What? No babe, or baby or, better yet, baby J?”

Val shook his head, facing away from her. “Nope. Not today Janelybean.”

It was like his arms were really around her in that moment: his tone so tender and soft.

“Oh V, I’m so sorry.”

“I know you are, and so am I. I overreacted when it clearly wasn’t your fault.”

In response to her reaction - brows furrowed, creating chasmic wrinkles along the bridge of her nose - he cocked his head. “Do you not remember?”

“I- I- no…”

“J, how can you not, it just happened literally, yesterday…Are you okay?”

He was peering at her face, squinting as though trying to place it, as if it was unrecognizable. “Are you hungover?”

She bit her lip, tasting that metallicity of blood, as a red hue spotted her pale cheeks, making her melanocyte count seem unbalanced. “Maybe…?”

He sighed, conveying to her his disappointment.

“Babe. It’s week 10 in the competition. Semi-finals. You don’t have time to fuck around.”

“Not even with you?” she asked, her gaze averting his as a small, guttural moan escaped his lips: desire inly stinging his resolve.

“Okay, that we can make time for.”

“I thought so.”

She smirked as he came towards her, his hands grabbing her face as he smashed his lips against her own.

She actually had to push him off of her, but, due to her ‘lacking’ physicality, it took a few tries and when she finally did manage to free herself, she was left breathless.

“Babe. As much as I would love to spend today having crazy, unhinged make-up sex, we have to rehearse.”

His bumptious grin remained as he reached for her again, hands moving around her hips this time. “Screw it. I missed you last night. That side of the bed was cold without you. Not even Sleep would lay down. He was waiting for you.”

“Awe, my two night time babies couldn’t’ sleep without me? How tragic.”

He placed a light kiss on her chin. “It really was.”

Janel sighed contentedly as he moved her hair away from her neck, allowing himself access to the flesh there. “Babe. What - what is this?”

Val’s warm breath stimulated the fine, baby hairs along her neck, and they stood erect as he spoke.

“It looks like…a bruise? But I don’t remember you ever injuring yourself, at least, never in rehearsal…Or is it…god, Janel is that…dare I say, A hickey!?”

He was now looking her in the eyes, searching their depths for any disingenuous sparkle or glint.

“I - I don’t…” she reached up and grazed the redness of her neck, fingers frolicking along its shape.

Suddenly, she remembered: remembered a pair of lips moving down her neck, sucking on one spot in particular, as her lips emitted intimate sounds.

“Val I- I was so drunk I don’t -”

“I can’t believe you. We have one little disagreement and you go and cheat on me!”

“Val, I just said I was -”

“Yeah. I heard. That just makes it that much better. We had a fight, so your solution is to go get fucking shit-faced and hook up with some random dude.”

“No, that’s not what happened! We didn’t have sex!”

“Yeah. Sure. Not that you would remember anyway. That creeper could have raped you Janel.”

His voice got quieter then, and he lifted her chin with his finger, forcing her to look up at him.

“He could have raped you…” he said again, a gasping breath embedded within the blatant insinuation.

Tears filled her eyes, and when she shut them, they immediately cascaded down her face.

“No…no…I - that’s not what happened…”

She looked away from him again, all of the sudden shy, her hatred of confrontation justifying these actions.

“Then what did happen, Janel? Please tell me the real story.”

She remained silent, speech hindered by his accusatory tone.

“Yeah, you have nothing to say. You can’t defend yourself. However, I don’t blame the alcohol, I blame you. You cheated. Not the bottle of Merlot you consumed. It doesn’t have hickies on its neck. You do. And they’re not from me.

He scoffed, almost amused, “that’s not even your spot.”

Val grazed his lips atop the skin just below the insignia of her infidelity and smirked when her body shook inadvertently. “This is.”

"I can’t believe you don’t believe me. I didn’t do it on purpose! I was impaired!”

“Well, you were obviously still self-aware, at least enough to get yourself…home? Who drove you?”

“Tyler. Skylar was with us too.”

“Not the point. By the way, nice friends you have. They just let you go off with some asshole.”

Janel crossed her arms. “My friends are amazing, thank you, and he may have been a perfectly nice guy.”

“Yeah sure…taking advantage of girls who are alone at bars and drunk as all hell…how nice.”

“Reserve your judgement.”

“And you’re wearing my bracelets too!” he picked up her wrist for emphasis, letting it slap against her thigh a second later and without warning. “You’re just the greatest.”

“Whatever Val.” Janel pushed a stray hair away from her flushed face, hot from anger. “We have nothing - no relationship - if you can’t trust me.”

“Fine. Then I guess we don’t have one.”

“Okay by me!” Janel screamed, having no handle now on her emotions as she tore the bracelets from her wrists and threw them at him.

“I don’t want them,” she spat, stomping out of the room and out the double doors.

It was eight pm, that much she could tell from just briefly glancing at the clock on her bedside.

Janel had went straight home, and curled up in bed, pouring her heart out to the one person she could really trust: Oreo, her dog. “Maybe I was out of turn…what do you think baby?”

Oreo just barked in response, running to the door as another, louder, rap sounded.

“V -”

“Oh babe, I’m so sorry. Come here.”

Val took her in his arms and kissed her, without so much as asking if it was okay. It was, but a little preamble would have been nice.

“Val… Oh god V…”

Val was now kissing her neck, and proceeded to suck gently on the spot in which the hickey - now considerably faded if not totally gone - has/had been. He moved downwards a bit, to her actual spot, and smirked when she let out a startled gasp.


“There,” he spoke in her ear, his voice a promiscuous whisper, “it’s mine now. And you’re mine…you know…if you want to be…”

Janel smiled, kissing his cheek. “Of course I do V. I’m so sorry for everything.”

“Don’t apologize Janelybean. I’m to blame for all of this. If I hadn’t started it - started yelling at you to merge into the left lane and accusing you of not knowing how to drive - then maybe you wouldn’t have felt the need to hit me and I wouldn’t have called you a…a…”

“V, you don’t have to say it…” she told him, stroking his cheek with her thumb.

Val shook his head. “a fucking bitch.”

“I know you didn’t mean it…now…everything was just happening so fast…”

He hadn’t seemed to have heard her, too busy beating himself up.

“And then you wouldn’t have left and felt the need to get drunk…and this whole thing could have been avoided.”

“V. It happens. Couple’s fight. They break-up and get back together. It’s a natural progression. This may have actually brought us closer.”

“You think?”

“I do,” she confirmed, chastely kissing his lips.

Suddenly, the clock radio from her bedroom just down the hall began playing a familiar song.

'How will I know that you really love me’

Janel smiled, as did Val and when he took her in hold, that feeling returned to her heart - the same one she experienced in the car that morning.

They began to sway slowly back and forth on the spot, marinating in the feel of each other’s skin.

The couple danced like that, lost in each other’s eyes, as the soft beat played around them.

“Wanna come lay with me?” she asked tentatively, gesturing to the bedroom as the song reached it’s crescendo.

“You don’t have to ask me twice babe. I’ll keep you warm.”

She smiled, taking him by the hand as he lay his other one on the small of her back.

“We’ll keep each other warm.”

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53 with Derek lol? Love your writing btw :) x

53. “Did you just quote Nicki Minaj?”

“I’m… just gonna go.” I said, keeping my shit together before I was going to beat the crap out of my boyfriend.

Last night he thought I’d be funny to take shots out of some girls’ boobs, who weren’t mine. “Come on babe, you didn’t even complain when I did that last night.”

“Because I was off this damn world.” I said while rubbing my hungover head.

“What happened to the y/n last night?”

I sighed, grabbed my bag and headed to the door. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry, baby.” He groaned behind me.

I opened the door, but it quickly closed closed by the arm that was lingering over my head. “I’m not living if you’re not by my side.” Derek whispered.

“Derek…” I started off, “did you just quote Nicki Minaj?” I said while turning around.

He tried to keep his laugh in but then laughed out loud. “I’m sorry, the song has been stuck in my head the entire day.”

I pursed my lips, trying to keep my laugh in. “You fucking dipshit.” I laughed.

Written in honor of Draco Malfoy’s 35th birthday, and dedicated to my darling mangoapplepie who needs some fluff right now. (photos are not mine)

Harry enters the bedroom quietly, hovering the tray of coffee and croissants to the nightstand. Smiling, he notices Draco has kicked off the covers since he left the bed, and he takes a moment to admire his boyfriend in the soft morning light. They’d all thrown Draco a wild birthday party the night before, mostly coordinated by Pansy and Hermione, who were quite dangerous when they combined their efforts. There had been loud music, lots of friends, and a terrifying amount of alcohol. He’d been sure to set a Tempus Charm for the morning, so he could sneak out to Draco’s favorite bakery and get some breakfast and flowers. Setting down a handful of white gerbera daisies on the pillow next to Draco, Harry leans over to press a kiss to a pale shoulder.

Draco stirs and moans loudly. “What did you let me do?” Stifling a laugh, Harry nuzzles the blond hair. This is why he made sure to not drink too much last night. He knew Draco would be horribly hungover from the outrageous amount of firewhiskey he consumed.

“Happy Birthday, babe,” Harry murmurs, pushing Draco’s hair out of his face. His boyfriend rolls over to glare at him with bloodshot eyes.

“You arse. I can’t believe-” he stops when he notices the daisies, and his eyes soften. Draco loves daisies, even though he often pretends to be above ‘such a common flower.’ "You’re such a sap,“ he declares, but Harry can hear the teasing love hidden in his haughty tone.

"I’m also brilliant,” Harry replies, pushing a bottle of Hangover Potion to Draco, who beams at him and tosses the vile back in one go. Harry hands him a cup of coffee from the breakfast tray, which Draco sips on to rid his mouth of the aftertaste.

“Please tell me I didn’t do anything incriminating last night.”

“Um, actually-”

“Oh, Merlin,” Draco groans. “Just tell me.”

“Well, you did stand up on a chair and demand I give you a birthday blow job.” Harry grins at the memory. “Said that you ‘deserved some quality cock sucking.’”

“I did not.”

“You did, love. Everyone thought it was hilarious.”

“Bloody fuck. Blaise is never going to let me live that down.” He pushes his cup back at Harry. “I shouldn’t be allowed to drink that much. I’m old now, clearly my aging body doesn’t handle it well anymore.”

Harry laughs, “Oh shut it, you. Thirty-five is not old. You’re still young and you know you’re hot as fuck.”

Smirking at him, Draco stretches out his lithe body and Harry’s eyes dart to watch the contracting muscles. “Well, that’s true,” Draco drawls. “I’m still gorgeous.” The blond perks up suddenly and flashes a lazy smile at Harry. “You know, what I said last night was true. How about a nice blow job for the birthday boy-”

Harry cuts him off with a fierce kiss and Draco immediately wraps his fingers in Harry’s dark locks. Biting down on Draco’s bottom lip, Harry begins to slide his way down his lover’s body, sucking and nipping at every perfect bit of bare skin. Draco whines at him when Harry teases above his briefs, all pompousness gone from his voice. Harry revels in the needy sounds and sets about giving his boyfriend a teasing, languid blow job, ignoring every plea to hurry it up. After all, Harry remembers as he thinks about the little velvet ring box hidden in his robe pocket, They have all the time in the world.

Surprise || Diall

It’d been a long and rowdy weekend for Nialler. He was exhausted and felt like he’d been hungover for a week straight even though he’d most likely been drunk for a week straight. After all the Master’s celebrations, he washed up and checked out of his hotel room and flew to LA. After landing and picking up some gifts for his girlfriend, he made his way home and opened the garage door. He pulled his car in and got out, leaving all his luggage and stuff for later, only bringing in her flowers, chocolates, and their dinner he picked up. “Babe?!” He hollered loudly so he wouldn’t scare her at all. He walked in and saw her in the kitchen. “Hi baby doll. Surprise.” He smiled fondly, setting everything down and walking over to her, wrapping his arms tightly around her and just holding her close. “I missed you so much, beautiful.” He said in her ear as he took in her essence, turning his head in to kiss the top of her head. 

December 2014, D-3 (ft. Lay)

A/N: Soundtrack to this drabble: ♩♪♪♩♬♫ ♩ ♩

It wasn’t often that you got to go out with your friends. After all, you were settled and happy in your relationship. But you didn’t want to be that friend. The one that mysteriously disappears once she gets a boyfriend.

So when your friends suggests going out to a bar to support your friend through her recent breakup and to celebrate the day before New Year’s Eve, you couldn’t say no. Except one bar turned into two, three and the next thing you know, the bar hopping was a trip to a club.

And five shots in, you remembered exactly why you hated clubbing.

The music was irritatingly loud and practically nothing but beats pounding through your head over and over. The club was overwhelmingly crowded, giving you limited space for movement or air to breathe. And the place was teeming with guys giving you leering smiles and inappropriate remarks. As if.

You were dating Zhang Yixing. You didn’t have any interest in these sleezeballs. 

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#83 Fight and Make Up

Calum: My eyes were getting heavier, but I needed to stay awake for Calum. He was coming home late nearly every night and I didn’t get to see him very much. I heard the front door open and shut with heavy force. He was obviously drunk again, “Calum where have you been?” I snapped when he came into view, he leaned on the wall. “I was out with the boys.” He slurred. “Ugh, I don’t even know why I stay up late every night waiting for you!” I yelled, he suddenly sobered up a bit. “Sleep on the lounge tonight.” I said, storming off into the bedroom. 

I fell into bed, tears streaming down my cheeks. I didn’t want to do this to Calum but I had to. 

– The Next Morning – 

I walked into the kitchen finding Calum casually eating his breakfast. “Morning Y/N.” He said happily, I glared at him. “Now I exist do I?” I snapped. “Babe what’s gotten into you?” He asked, clearly not remembering last night. “Don’t ‘babe’ me.” I said mocking him.  I turned away from him while I got my own breakfast. “Calum, I am so sick of waiting up for you every night for you to come home drunk. Your band mates see you every fucking day of the year and you can’t seem to give me even five minutes.” I ranted, when I looked up again he was scrolling through his phone. I ripped his phone from his hands, he looked up at me shocked. “Look, I’m hungover I really don’t want to deal with this at the moment.” He said tossing a harsh look in my direction. “Fine take your phone and your shit and get out! If you can’t spend more than five minutes just with me then I don’t think we should be together.” I said my voice slowly fading. I handed him his phone and took my breakfast and left him on his own. I didn’t want to end my relationship with him but he wasn’t giving me any attention

Ashton: Tears stinging in my eyes, staring at the TV in front of me. Pictures of Ashton going into the hotel with some girl on his arm. I know he was coming home today but he wasn’t going to be staying. 

I heard the front door open, Ashton came into the house with a big smile on his face. It faded as he saw the sad look on my face. “What’s up babe?” He asked softly, I looked at my hands in my lap. “Don’t bother unpacking.” I said coldly, he frowned at me. “Why?" 

"You cheated on me! I saw the videos, you and some groupie went to your hotel!” I yelled standing up, his walked closer to me. I smacked my hand on his chest, pushing him back from me. “You think I cheated?! Don’t you trust me? I have given you so much and this is how you repay me? By accusing me of cheating!” He yelled back, I cowered back from his large frame. To be frank he scared me a little, tears pricked in my eyes. “I need some air.” I sighed. 

I went out the back and sat on the swinging love seat. It was dark outside so I could cry in darkness. Tears rolled down my cheeks, all I could think of was our good times and that they were for nothing.

I sat out there for ages, Ashton’s voice startled me. "Y/N?“ 

"Go away Ashton. I don’t want to talk to you.” I said, he sat on the swing beside me. “Just listen then, she wasn’t a groupie first of all and she’s my cousin. She lives in Vegas and mum told her to come see me, I haven’t seen her in years.” He explained his hand gently on my arm. My heart raced in my chest, I knew I was wrong and so did he. A sob ripples through me. “Oh baby, I’m sorry I didn’t want to upset you.” He whispered, I looked at him, hardly catching his face in the minimal light. “I’m sorry Ashton. I shouldn’t have doubted you.” I whispered softly, his arm slid around my back. My body pressed into his side. “It’s okay sweetheart, I saw the photos and they do look a little bit suspicious.” He said softly, I nodded. “Come on, let me show you how sorry I am.” He said tugging on my arm, I stood up and went with him inside.

Luke: I was sitting at home in tears because of Luke. Everyday of his week off he’s gone out to see the boys and it sounds selfish but I want some time alone with him. 

I jumped hearing the door open and close. I wiped my face free of tears. I expected to just see Luke but Ashton was with him too. "Hey Ashton.” I said nicely, he grinned at me. “Hey Y/N long time no see.” Ashton said hugging me, I nodded. “I know.” I said stepping back from him. Luke looked at his with jealous eyes. “I’ll leave you boys to it. Actually I’m going out.” I said suddenly getting an idea. “Where are you going?” Luke asked, I shrugged. “I’m sure you don’t want me here so I’m just gonna do some shopping.” I shrugged, I went and grabbed my bag and jacket. 

I left the house and drove straight to Victoria’s Secret. I knew that if I had to get noticed I needed something to get me noticed. 

I picked a pair of red and black lace panty and bra sets, along with a white pair. 

I wandered back into the house, and made sure my bag was noticed… But by the wrong person. “Y/N since when do you shop at Victoria’s Secret?” Ashton asked, I shrugged. “Since now.” I said, I looked at Luke who just kept his head down. I rolled my eyes and went into the bedroom. I sat on the bed and looked at my new lingerie, tears pricking in my eyes. I heard a gentle knock on the door. “Go away.” I snapped. “It’s Ash." 

"I said go away.” I said again, he ignored my protests and sat across from me. His eyes drifting over the underwear. “What’s going on with you and Luke?" 

"I don’t know ask him. He seems to have the problem.” I replied sharply, Ashton took no notice of it at all. “He’s being distant isn’t he?” He said softly. “Yes, because he spends all his time with you guys and then he comes off tour and doesn’t even acknowledge me because you guys are more important!” I cried, Ashton’s arms wrapped around me. “Is this why you bought this stuff?” He asked pulling back. “Yeah, I thought that if I wore this stuff he might take notice but nothing.” I said, Ashton smiled. “You know what I’m going to leave, because I agree with you. He should be spending time with you." 

"Okay, thanks Ash.” I said hugging him again. He got up and left, before he turned at the door. “Make sure you’re wearing something you bought today.” He said cheekily and then left, I laughed lightly and shut the door. I quickly changed into the black and red lace set. 

I laid on the bed and waited for Luke… I waited and waited… 

An hour had passed and no sign of Luke. I changed out of my lingerie and into my trackies and a t-shirt. 

I went to see Luke playing on his xbox. “Did Ashton leave?” I asked, he just nodded. I stood in front of the tv. “Y/N can you move?” He asked harshly. “I’m not moving until you tell me why you haven’t been talking to me.” I snapped, he rolled his eyes. “I’m just bored.” He shrugged. “Bored with what? Me?” I asked tears pricking in my eyes. “Kind of. The sex isn’t too great either." 

"You shallow bastard! And the sex how would you know we haven’t had sex this break you’ve had off. All you’ve done is hang out with your bandmates, who don’t have to miss you three hundred days of a year!” I yelled, he just sat there and watched me. “Whatever." 

I stormed out of the room, slamming the doors on my way. 

I curled up in bed, tears streaming down my cheeks. I hated fighting with Luke but I hated being ignored. 

– The Next Day – 

I avoided Luke all day. I found him in the bedroom holding the lingerie I had discarded yesterday. "Y/N what’s this?" 

"It’s my underwear.” I said taking the lace from him. He grabbed my forearm pulling me against his torso, I shoved him off me. “Now you want to talk to me?” I snapped, he looked at me stunned. I threw the lace at him, he caught them quickly. “Y/N I’m so sorry. I’m sorry that I haven’t been talking to you, I guess I was just so caught up in everything.” He said, my heart fluttered, I couldn’t forgive him just yet. “Luke that’s not good enough. I am your girlfriend, I shouldn’t be a last thought.” I said softly, he wrapped his arms around me. “Can I prove how sorry I am?” I nodded at him to continue. His hand drifted to the waist band of my shorts.

Michael:  His POV

I scrolled through my twitter seeing pictures of my girlfriend with some guy. Rage built up inside me, I wasn’t usually jealous but seeing her with some guy made me so annoyed. 

I went over to Y/N’s house, I knocked on her door. She opened it quickly. “Hey Mikey.” She said innocently. “Don’t hey Mikey me! How could you cheat on me?!” I yelled at her, tears welled in her eyes. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her voice wavered, tears spilled down her cheeks. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. I saw the pictures of you with that guy!” I continued, she cowered back from me. “Oh… Michael! He’s my gay friend from school!” She yelled back, I frowned suddenly upset with my mistake. “Just get out!” She muttered, we both looked at the floor. “No.” I protested, she shook her head. “Michael! Just get the fuck out of my house. You thought I cheated on you, don’t you trust me?” She yelled, I looked at the ground. “Of course I trust you! I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that.” I said softly, she shook her head, before she almost collapsed on the floor. I caught her arm, standing her up again. I stepped away from her not wanting to push my luck. “Michael you’ve never spoken to me like that before and I don’t want you to distrust me again.” She whispered, I hesitantly moved towards her. I wrapped my arms around her shaky body, she hesitated before relaxing into me. “I’m so sorry. I will never speak to you like that again.” I whispered into her hair. “How can you be sure?” She asked quietly, I smiled at her. “I love you too much.” I whispered, she slightly smiled. “Prove it." 

A/N: First of all sorry these were late and they were all over the place. This was kind of requested, I got a request for a fight and then they make up which will be part 2 :D 

Hope you like it!

~ Lucy xx

Gone Bad

Part 2 

I know your type
Yeah daddy’s lil’ girl
Just take a bite
Let me shake up your world

“Yeah,  i’m really sorry I couldn’t make it tonight ”, Val apologized over the phone later on that night with his would-be date Sara. Truth be told, he was glad to have an excuse to bail on the date.

He’d been casually dating for the last couple of years and after awhile the women  all blurred into each other.

Val ended the call walking back to his bedroom to get ready for bed. Pushing his bedroom door open he flopped face first into the softness of his king sized bed not bothering to flick the lights on or kick his shoes off.

A million thoughts were racing through his head, keeping an eye on Zendaya full-time was already giving him a hair splitting headache. 

He sighed  rolling  onto his back to get more comfortable and nearly toppled off the bed when he realized someone had been lying beside him. Wasting no time he flicked on his bedside lamp. 

“Zendaya!” He screeched high-pitched and grabbed a pillow to his chest like he was naked. 

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Badboy? Luke Hemmings Imagine - Part 3

So here is Part 3! :)

It’s kinda short so I apologise

I’ve gotten so many nice comments and requests for part 3 so keep it up if you want a part 4. Also if you do want a part 4 could you please give me some suggestions on what you want to happen?

So anyway I hope you enjoy :)

Part 1  Part 2

“Wait, come back!”

I ignored Luke’s calling and walked right through the party until I was sitting in my car and driving home. I still had a smirk sitting on my face as I walked into bedroom as I was quite proud of my achievement. Later that night I was lying my bed trying to fall asleep but I couldn’t help but smile at the effect I had on Luke at the party. Monday should be interesting…

Once Monday had rolled around, I was back to dressing as my usual self and didn’t feel any different as I walked through the school doors following my usual routine. I could see some of the people who were at the party we clearly still hungover, I just silently laughed and walked to my first class. The whole day had gone by in a blur and I hadn’t even thought of Luke once.

Until I was walking home like every other day and I could sense someone walking next to me. I turned to look up at a smirking Luke, dressed in all black as usual “So what are we working on today babe?” he asked. “First of all, don’t call me babe, second of all, we’ll be working on chemistry and a bit more on English” I said looking straight into his eyes, trying not to get distracted by his teasing lips. “Sounds good to me Princess” he smiled and I rolled my eyes.

We arrived at my house and walked into the kitchen, we had something to eat quickly before walking up to my bedroom to start studying. Luke seemed to understand chemistry once it was explained in a simpler way. “I’m surprised, you’re actually doing quite well with this” I said still looking at my book, not noticing that he was looking directly at me. “Well I guess that just means we have great chemistry” he smirked and I turned to give him an annoyed look before looking back down at my text book and pushed my glasses up onto my nose. I moved all my hair over to one shoulder, this was something I always mindlessly did when I was studying. This seemed to get a reaction from Luke though as this left the side of my neck facing him bare which made him lick his lips.

Around a half hour later and Luke had completely zoned out, he just stared at my neck and my lips as I explained the periodic table for the fifth time. I was in the middle of talking when I felt his lips starting to kiss the side of my neck causing me to let out a slight gasp. “Hey we’re supposed to be studying remember” I said as he continued to pepper my neck with kisses “Well you aren’t stopping me” he mumbled against my skin. “Well-” I started before I let out another gasp as Luke found my sweet spot, I could feel his god damn smirk against my skin as he continued to kiss that area of my neck.

An idea came to my mind and I pushed Luke off and opened my English book, Luke let out a groan and I turned to him “We can do more of that if you study for English” I smirked. Luke gave me a surprised look before grabbing out his English book and we began studying. A short while later we were still studying and I looked over to Luke to see if he was paying attention but I was interrupted by him placing his lips onto mine. I gently but quickly pulled away and smiled innocently “Sorry, we aren’t done yet” I said sweetly, “Come on Y/N! We’ve been studying for ages, I can’t take it any more!” he whined. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll quiz you on the book and if you get all the answers right, we can finish what we started earlier” I proposed, Luke nodded eagerly “Let’s do it” he said.

We sat facing each other and I began asking questions and Luke answered them with ease “Pride and Prejudice was written by who?” “Jane Austen” “Correct, what are the names of the two main characters?” “Elizabeth Bennet and Mr Darcy” “Good, how many sisters does Elizabeth have?” “4” these questions continued for a while until we reached a question that I knew Luke wouldn’t be able to answer since I new he actually hadn’t finished the book unlike what he had told me “What is the name of the woman who tells Elizabeth that she won’t let her marry Mr Darcy” “Lady Caroline” he said and I shook my head causing his face to drop “Dammit I meant Lady Catherine!” he complained “Sorry I guess you’re just going to have to wait until tomorrow” I said as I began to pack up his things. Luke let out a whine before getting up and walking to the door and mumbling what sounded like “See you tomorrow” before closing the door and trudging down the stairs. I smirked at how much the tables had turned and I was now the one with all the power by teasing him.

Later that night, I was about to get changed into my pajamas and go to bed when I heard a faint tapping coming from somewhere in my room. The tapping gradually got louder as I walked over to my bedroom window. I looked out to see a figure and I could already tell from the height and broad shoulders that it was Luke. I opened my window and looked down at him “Luke what the hell are you doing here?” I half whispered-half shouted “can I come in?” he replied casually. “Are you crazy? I can’t just walk downstairs and open the front door, my parents would catch us!” he said staring at him “Okay then” was all he said before he started climbing up the side of the house. My eyes grew wide as I watched, he neared the top and I moved out of the way so he could climb through the window. Once he was in my room I ran over to him “What do you think you’re doing here” I asked still very confused by what just happened. “I couldn’t wait until tomorrow” he said smirking before kissing me passionately.

Drunk Luke (Mini) (Part Two)

You backed away from the door slowly, wishing you would just storm away without a good-bye, without a final shot. But that wasn’t you. And once you reached your all too familiar bed your legs gave, leaving you holding on to the mattress for support. Trying and pining left you weak and the thought of shoving an ultimatum down Luke’s throat was making you nervous.

You took in a deep breath that left you feeling absolutely at ease. It was only a matter of him getting out of the shower. You sat still and silent as you heard him drunk singing through an All Time Low song, still powerfully louder than the shower water pounding. Steam rolled through the cracked doorway and you finally just got up.

You laid down on the couch, he needed to be sober to hear this anyway.

It was eight AM when you woke back up, unable to sleep and prolong this talk anymore. By the door sat your suitcase and you were still dressed to leave. You turned on the coffee pot and waiting for it to wake up Luke like it always did.

“Mmm, what smells so good?” A hint of cheap cologne still hung around his washed and sleepy body. He walked and leaned in for kiss that you dodged. “Y/n? What’s wrong?”

You poured two cups of coffee even though you didn’t drink it and slid one over the counter to Luke. “We need to talk.”

He sat down sloppily still a little hungover possibly still drunk. “You’re scaring me, what’s this about?”

“You. It’s about you. About you and your drinking and coming home at five am and smelling like regret and failed relationships. And I’m done, Luke. I am done being the only one to give a shit about this relationship. Either the drinking goes or I do.” You had said it steady and calmly even when you got loud.

“Babe..I, it’s, uhm, I’m sorry.” He looked into the coffee cup like it held a script of perfect words. “I never meant to- You have to- please don’t go.” He looked up past his long eyelashes showing red rimmed eyes that weren’t from the hangover. Tears fell silently down his jawline as he stuttered for words. “I don’t even know why I am, between the tour and the fame and the fans and trying to balance I’m just so lost.”

“You don’t have to be. I’m right here, I’ll find you, I always do.”

You walked around the counter and pulled him into your arms. Encasing him like he was as fragile as a china doll. His hands found refuge on your hips and his face was in the crook of your neck leaving wet trails flowing past your collarbones.

“Y/n-” his voice cracked and he didn’t finish his words as he pulled you right against his bare chest. Your grip tightened as you refused to let go. “Find me.” He whispered.

“I have. You’re here with me now.” You pulled back and placed your hands on either side of his face. Looking him in the eyes,“I’m not going anywhere because I know we can make it past this.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, Luke.”

You kissed his lips softly, tasting like mint and coffee. Nothing like cheap booze and in that fact, you kissed him again. Until your lips bruised and until the tears stopped. You kissed him til the butterflies felt like they’d rip you open there were so many. You kissed until your lips were dry and his were dryer. And even then that still didn’t stop the sparks.

A/N: Part two was not originally planned but was requested and I had a splendid time writing it. Requests are always being taken. Kisses, J.