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Just Roommates (Part 3)

Originally posted by jensen-jay

Summary: Sam calls reader back to the bunker for an emergency and things come to a head…

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,400ish

Warnings: lots of language

A/N: Sorry, not sorry…


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anonymous asked:

Heyyy I'm sorry if you don't do these things but,,,, if you ever have time maybe could you write some more killugon with Ging involved?? Your writing it to good!!

No, its okay!!! I definitely do these things haha

I’m actually not too confident with my Ging but I tried my best ^^; I hope this is okay!

This is canon universe still, the boys are 18 here! This takes place a few days after the last part of this story. Previous parts of the ‘Gon and Killua deal with an intrusive Ging Freecss’ saga: one & two


It was supposed to be a peaceful evening, just him and Killua spending the night out exploring Whale Island like they used to when they were younger- just two kids with stars in their eyes and no understanding of things like spiders and ants and separations that left holes the size of canyons in the center of their chests.

Gon had wanted to go because there was going to be a meteor shower, and it was the first really clear night since they’d arrived here. Killua hadn’t said why he’d agreed to come along besides the undeniable fact that he would follow Gon everywhere and anywhere in the world.

But Gon knew the truth: Killua wanted to get away from Ging for a few hours. And Gon honestly didn’t blame him.

Ging wasn’t…as horrible as Gon had been worried he might be upon meeting Gon’s most important person. But he wasn’t exactly making the visit easy either with the snide remarks and suggestive commentary that left both Killua and Aunt Mito shrieking.

So a change of scenery and some distance would have done some good. If not for Ging somehow magically popping out of the underbrush behind Gon and Killua’s makeshift camp halfway through the night.

“Oh.” Ging straightened as Gon gaped at his father. “Ah. Its you two…”

“Oh, god,” Killua groaned and pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes. His head was currently resting in Gon’s lap, starlight hair pushed off his forehead in a way that was just begging Gon to play with the silky strands.

“Please,” Killua begged. “Please, Gon, tell me I’m hallucinating and that’s not your father over there.”

Gon winced. “I, uh, can’t tell you that, unless I’m hallucinating, too. And I don’t think I am.”

“Then push him off the cliff.”

Ging snorted. “I’m taking it I’m not exactly wanted here?”

“No shit!” Killua spat out and Gon curled his hands in Killua’s hair to keep him from hurling himself at Ging. “Leave! How the hell did you even find us?!”

“If you think you know Whale Island better than I do, you’ve got another thing coming, kid. This place isn’t exactly a secret.”

Then, to Gon’s shock, Ging began to make his way over to their campfire. Gon watched as the older man dropped gracelessly onto the cold ground opposite them, folding his arms and legs immediatley. The disgruntled expression on his face told Gon that Ging would rather be anywhere than here.

So, why was he?

“This is a good place for star gazing,” Ging said in the tense silence.

“…that’s why we came here,” Gon said awkwardly. Killua hadn’t moved an inch away from his current position- Killua was kind of weird in the sense that he wouldn’t get embarrassed around people that irritated him, like Ging- and his thin lips were pressed together tightly. It was obvious he wasn’t going to acknowledge Ging’s presence from here on out.

Gon wasn’t too upset by that. It meant he could keep running his fingers through Killua’s incredibly soft locks without Killua voicing a word of protest. He liked it best when Killua was like this: pliant, easy, subdued. And the pink hue on Killua’s cheeks was more than enough to fill Gon’s chest with a bursting warmth.

Ging didn’t comment on their current pose. Instead, he just said, “Did you know that I used to bring Mito up here?”

Gon blinked. “You did?”

Ging nodded. He squinted up at the sky, saying, “She used to make a big fuss about it, too. She didn’t like going out at night. But she always stopped complaining the second she saw the view.”

“Did you explore Whale Island a lot with Aunt Mito?” Gon asked as he continued to play with Killua’s hair. He could feel his friend slowly relaxing under his touch and Gon couldn’t help the gentle smile that tugged at his lips. Killua’s eyes were closed, so he couldn’t see the look on Gon’s face, but that was okay.

Just being with Killua again was enough. And the fact that they were dating- that Killua belonged to him, that Killua had still chosen Gon after everything that happened, that Killua loved him- made everything ten times better.

“Nah, not too much,” Gon heard Ging said distantly in the background. “She was younger than me. That made it hard for her to do some of the things I would go after. Plus, I was stronger so I went off on my own most of the time. Still, she was pretty upset when I left.”

“Well, duh,” Killua spoke up suddenly, startling the other two. “Saying goodbye to someone you care about is never easy. How did you think she’d react?!”

Ging leaned back on his hands. “I never thought much about it, to be honest.”

“How could you not think about that?!” Killua snapped and Gon’s heart twisted. He knew what goodbye Killua was thinking about, and it wasn’t Ging’s departure with Aunt Mito.

“I just didn’t,” Ging said flatly. “I don’t think about stuff like that. I have myself and what I want to do in life; Mito has her own life, too. We’re different people with different priorities. That doesn’t mean I never thought about her, though.”

Killua seethed quietly. He looked like he was about to say more but Gon pressed his hand over Killua’s fist before he could open his mouth.

Blue eyes met brown. Gon shook his head slightly and Killua deflated with an annoyed huff.

“You’re crazy,” Killua said to Ging. “You do know that, right?”

“If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be a Freecss,” Ging shot back.

Gon laughed out loud at that as Killua scowled. Trust Ging to be brutally honest.

They spent the rest of the night like that, exchanging banter and random facts about their lives. Ging told them several stories of his and Mito’s adventures while Killua complained about some inconveniences during his travels with Alluka around the world. Gon didn’t say much for the most part. He simply listened to the grin in Killua’s voice, the obnoxious lilt in Ging’s, and kept brushing his hands through Killua’s fluffy locks.

He didn’t remember falling asleep. But when he woke up, eyes bleary from hours-long rest and muscles sore from sitting up all night, Ging was gone.

“Where did he go?” Gon asked as Killua crouched next to the spot where Ging had sat just hours earlier.

“Dunno…oh, wait. There’s a note.”

“Really?!”

Gon lurched to his feet and scrambled over to Killua. 

Together, they read the words written in scrawly handwriting:

Its been fun. See you two soon.

“There’s no signature,” Gon said. 

“Well its not like there’s any doubt who left it, you know?” Killua stretched his arms over his head with a yawn. Gon had to tear his gaze away from the tiny strip of white skin that appeared above Killua’s waistband as Killua’s shirt rode up. “And its Ging we’re talking about, here. Out of all the crap he’s pulled, leaving Whale Island in the middle of the night isn’t the weirdest.”

Gon grinned, cheeks warm from his blush. “True. Last night was fun, though.”

Killua shrugged but Gon could still see the hidden smile in the corner of his mouth. “I guess it wasn’t too bad.”

Happiness bubbled up inside of Gon. He was glad. Killua hadn’t hated Ging in the end, and Ging hadn’t hated Killua. Not that it would’ve mattered much, because he wasn’t going to part from Killua’s side any time soon, but still. It was nice to know that his whole family knew each other now.

“Ready to head back?” Gon asked and held out his hand.

Killua’s eyes softened. He wrapped his fingers around Gon’s and squeezed them lightly.

“Yeah. Let’s go. Maybe your aunt will have lunch made by the time we get back.”

And off they went.

Jihoon- Red Lips

Who’s ready to get fucking wrecked with 3149 words of pure Jihoon porn? Someone prompted me to write a fic based off my red lipstick and what it might do to him and how lovely he’d look with it all over his cock so-

HERE WE GO.

Warning: Contains blowjob

(Written by your’s truly)

You watch, again, as Jihoon attempts to nonchalantly stare at your mouth. Your lips were a luscious dark red- your absolute favorite lipstick painted on them. It wasn’t the first time you’d worn the lipstick and it certainly wasn’t the first time your lover Jihoon had noticed. Every time you wore the lipstick you watched him as he nearly drooled over your full, red lips.

You usually ignored it but this time around it was getting hard to resist teasing him.

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  • Sherlock: ...
  • Molly: *panting; sorting out her clothes*
  • Sherlock: Shhhh...
  • Molly: *frowns; whispering* Shut up...we were almost caught...
  • Sherlock: *smirks*
  • Molly: *still whispering* Are they still out there?
  • Sherlock: *listening* I can hear John...Mary...Anderson...jesus, that's all we need.
  • Molly: We could just...go out there.
  • Sherlock: *frowns; looks around the destroyed room* Oh, yes, that would be fantastic; we both step out of the supply cupboard at the same time looking like this. I think even John would be able to deduce what we've been up to.
  • Molly: Well, we can't stay in here forever...they're going to go looking for us.
  • Sherlock: *peering through the keyhole* Oh.
  • Molly: What?
  • Sherlock: *squinting* They've found your bra.
  • Molly: *mortified* Oh, great.
  • Sherlock: Odd. I thought I had it with me when you dragged me in here.
  • Molly: *pushes him out of the way* Let me see.
  • Sherlock: *shrugs* Tell them you planned a shower after your shift.
  • Molly: *looking* Yeah but that's going to be a little harder to explain.
  • Sherlock: ...the riding crop?
  • Molly: ...and the handcuffs sticking out of your coat *stands up; smiling* Handcuffs?
  • Sherlock: In case we had time.
  • Molly: *mumbling; wraps her arms around his neck* You're a kinky sod...at my work?
  • Sherlock: I don't care about location, Mrs. Holmes *kisses Molly passionately* I like that our marriage is secret.
  • Molly: You get off on it, more like. You just-
  • Mary: Are you guys coming out or not?
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Molly: ...
  • Sherlock: I told you you were loud.
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Murphy- Beyond The Butterflies

Childhood Bully Part Four



“That was…something.” Bellamy says from the corner of the drop ship, sighing and rubbing his face. His eyes were weary and tired, a running trend with everyone in the drop ship. Clarke remained at your side, taking note of your condition.

“What the hell was that?” She whispers, mainly to her self. You sigh and lay back down fully, relaxing on the cold metal table.

“I’ve uh, I’ve always gotten hot easily, causing me to pass out. Maybe my body reacted to the new heat of being on earth poorly; maybe it was just the sun.” You reply, closing your eyes and trying to calm down. All you could see was the pain in Murphy’s eyes; it bothered you how rude you’d been to him after he helped you. It worried you that you may have actually hurt him.

“Alright.” You say, suddenly getting up. You gently push Clarke’s hands off and stand, walking to the door. Bellamy steps in front of you, a hand outstretches to stop you.

“Where are you going? You need to sit down for a bit.” Bellamy says quietly, gently placing his hands on your shoulders. A new found kindness was in his voice, everyone was being so nice to you today. It was weird.

“I have to go apologize, for the first time Murphy wasn’t the asshole.”

“You can apologize later, for now-”

“No, Bellamy,” You say sternly, removing his hands and stepping past him. “I have to do it now. Besides, I’m fine.” You add a smirk at the end, earning a chuckled from him. You push through the makeshift curtain and step into sun; squinting harshly while you try to find the wayward boy. You spot him eventually, violently tossing logs in an attempt to look busy.

“Murphy!” You shout, walking over to him. Everyone was so used to hearing his name be yelled out, no one even looked up. Except him. His harsh glance locked on you for a millisecond, before fading and looking away.

“Murphy, can we talk?” You ask, he still didn’t look at you. He continued bending over and picking up logs and tossing them closer to the wall.

“Isn’t that what we’re doing?” He remarks, sarcasm being his only defense. You smile to yourself and look down, momentarily defeated.

“Murphy please, this is the only time in human history that I’m actually going to apologize to you.” This, of course, grabs his attention. He stands up, dusting off his hands and looking at you.

“Go on then, this should be good.” He says in that irritating ‘Holier than thou’ voice, a smirk permanently fixated on his face.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you, you were just trying to help. I was wrong for being an ass after all you had done for me. I’m sorry.” Your tone proved genuine and he smiled, looking away for a moment before returning his gaze to you.

“I’m serious, Murphy. Thank you for everything, it could have been a lot worse if you’d just left me there.” You say quietly, your skin started to heat up and your fingers began twisting together. You’d never been this close to him for so long, let alone in a docile manor.

“I’d never leave you, Y/n.” His voice was low and soft, like a sinner in confession. “I’m not a complete asshole.” He retorts quickly, throwing up his famous stone cold smirk to save face. You chuckled and nodded, you slowly turned to leave getting a few steps away before stopping yourself.

“Hey Murphy?” You grab his attention again.

“Yeah?”

“Um…Octavia told me about this like, florescent butterfly field, I wanted to go but I don’t have anyone to go with. Do you maybe…wanna go with me tonight?” You try your best to stay calm but your nerves were racked. Why the hell were your nerves racked? He smiles, genuinely smiles, at you and nods.

“Yeah, sounds fun.”

“Perfect! I’ll uh; I’ll see you tonight then.”  With that he nods and you turn to leave

“Why do I feel like this?”

“Why am I nervous around him?”

“Do I…do I like him?”

All these questions race through your mind as you head back to your tent. You couldn’t deny that fact that he was attractive. He was also pretty funny when he wanted to be, and strong. The metal strength of that boy was mind blowing; it’s a damn miracle he hasn’t chosen to…you cringe and push the morbid thought away. You push into your tent and sit down on your cot, your elbows resting on your knees as your mind contemplated today. You kept thinking about him, about what the hell could be going on between you two. You smiled at the memory of him, god the smirk…

“Ah fuck…” You groan, flinging down onto the cot. You liked Murphy.

As the sun began to fall and the moon peaked over the mountains, you grabbed your knife and headed for the gate. People had finally turned in for the night, guaranteeing Bellamy wouldn’t catch you sneaking out. You jogged up to the gate and found Murphy there, leaning against the wall playing with his knife.

“You look ominous standing there like that.” You comment, making him look up at you. He pushes off the wall and smiles.

“I always look ominous.” He says quietly and winks at you, turning around to pull the gate open. You catch yourself smiling but you quickly force it away. You follow him into the woods, only getting a few feet before he motions for you to go in front of him.

“Lead the way, Princess.”

“I thought Clarke was the Princess.” You remark, leading you both deeper into the woods in the direction Octavia had pointed you to.

“She’s Bellamy’s princess.”

“Then whose princess am I?” You ask, laughing lightly at the idea of actually being a princess.

“That’s up to you.” He replies. You don’t have to see him to know he’s got that cocky look, his hands in his pockets as he follows behind you. You smile but don’t reply, leaving his remark to hang in the air like a dream catcher. His voice filling the darkness that crept in all around you both. The walk was quiet but not uncomfortable, the kind of silence shared by two people who can enjoy someone’s presence as much as their company. The field wasn’t far but truth be told walking in woods always felt longer when it was at night. Finally, you see the soft blue glow off in the distance. You grin and grab Murphy’s hand, tugging him along as you walk faster. Now only a few feet away you slow down, gently pushing through the remaining bushes and stepping into the clearing.

“Oh my god…” You whisper, taking in the beautiful sight. The butterflies floated on the wind like fairies, hundreds of them coating the trees. You slowly walked to the middle of the clearing, stopping to truly take it all in. A feeling of tranquility washed over you, something about the bright butterflies gently coating in the air made you feel free. Your grin stretches ear to ear; you slowly raise your arms to be outstretched like a bird. One by one, the butterflies begin to land on your arms and shoulders, you let out a soft laugh. Giggling, you look at Murphy. He stands leaned against a tree with his hands in his pockets, smiling at you.

“It’s so beautiful, Murphy.” You whisper in awe “Come here!” He complies, walking up to you. He stands directly in front of you, smiling. You two stare at each other, your eyes saying more than words could ever attempt. Then, like a touch from the gods, a small butterfly patters up between you two and lands on his nose. You fight back a giggle trying to not scare them away. Murphy smiles and remains still, he tries to look at the butterfly and ends up crossing his eyes. You burst out laughing, all the butterfly near you go flying away as you double over.

“The hells so funny?” Murphy asks through his own laughter and you try to catch your breath.

“Your…Your oh my god.” You say, trying to talk while laughing, you stand back up and look at him, causing another fit of laughter.

“Your eyes crossed, oh my god your fucking eyes crossed!”

“Oh god” He chuckles, laughing at himself but mainly at you. Finally your laughing dies down and you stand straight again, look around.

“Awe I scared them all away.” You fake pout, your smile breaking through. Murphy hums quietly in response, taking a step closer. Your chest is almost touching his, you can feel him breathing as he looks down at you. You remain quiet, watching him stare and contemplate. Slowly his hands raise up to cup your face, his breathing stops for a split second before he brings your lips together. The kiss was so soft and gently, like you yourself were a butterfly and he was terrified of scaring you away. His hands slowly move down to your hips, tugging you closer to him. Your bodies press together in that single moment in time, one hand tangles itself in his hair and your other places itself on his cheek. All you can feel in that moment is his chest pushed against yours, his skin beneath your hand. The soft pressure of his hands on your hips, even the butterflies stop to ponder this curious but extraordinary moment. The feeling went beyond your bodies; it felt like your souls were tangling together. Pushing and pulling, flowing like a body of water. Your moment was a creature in itself, taking you both into a world unknown. Your bodies shifted perfectly together, your souls melding like two long lost lovers. This was a moment shared by two forces of nature, two broken beings building together as one. This was the moment you knew you’d found something special, beyond the butterflies.

Love to Hate - 6

Summary: Is it possible? Are you actually falling for Sam Winchester? The more time you spend together, the more you like him. At this point, there seems to be nothing he can do to make you hate him.

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four] [Part Five]

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Warning: Bit of angst.

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  • *Sherlock's bedroom, 221B Baker Street*
  • Molly: *rummaging in the chest of drawers, wearing Sherlock's shirt; muttering* Where is it?
  • Sherlock: *in bed, propped on his elbow; watching her* You have your own drawer.
  • Molly: *distracted* You said I could.
  • Sherlock: One drawer isn't enough for all of your possessions.
  • Molly: *rolls her eyes* One drawer is plenty for some spare clothes and underwear. Mostly the underwear.
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: All. Of your. Possessions.
  • Molly: *confused* You think that's all I own?
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *throws himself back; frustrated* Forget it.
  • Molly: *approaches and crawls across the bed until she's hovering over him; grinning* Ask me.
  • Sherlock: *stubborn* No.
  • Molly: *leans down to kiss him*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *mumbles* Do you want to move in with me? I'll give you another drawer.
  • Molly: *giggles* Yeah, okay.
  • Sherlock: *narrows his eyes* What were you looking for?
  • Molly: *dismissive* Oh, never mind. I remembered I'm wearing it under this shirt.
  • Sherlock: You're not wearing-
  • Molly: *smirking*
  • Sherlock: Hmmm *playing with the shirt buttons* I think I'm going to enjoy living with you.

When we were soldiers || A Dwalin & Thorin fanmix

Listen to it here.

Tracklist:

1. When we were soldiers - Trocadero || 2. Unkown Soldier - Breaking Benjamin || 3. The Enemy - Mumford & Sons || 4. Departer - Katatonia || 5. This is For - Matt Elliott || 6. Iron - Woodkid || 7. Dante’s Prayer - Loreena McKennitt || 8. The Dogs of War - Pink Floyd || 9. Farewell - Apocalpytica || 10. Remember - Josh Groban & Tanja Tzarovska

MATT SMUT (requested)

Request:
“Can you do a Matt dirty mostly but cutest well imagine pls, I’ll love you to bits”

/it was yours and Matt one year anniversary. Your parents where out of town for the weekend so you decided it’d be the perfect time to have some quality alone time with him, but it wasn’t at all the evening you had planned\
||light SMUT||

Y/Ns POV

You finished putting on your mascara and confidentially walked out of your bathroom, looking at yourself in the reflection of the mirror one last time.

You had just invited your boyfriend Matt over and wanted to look nice considering it was your anniversary.
Matt had made a reservation at your favorite place to eat and said that he could come early so you guys could hang out before going to the restaurant.

The doorbell rang and you jumped off the couch to go answer the door.

Matt was in a blue button up and some nice khakis. He shot you his signature smile before walking inside.
“Hey babe. You look gorgeous,” he said giving you a quick peck on the lips,“as always.”
“You look not too bad yourself.” You teased.

Since there was about an hour until your guys reservation you decided to watch some Netflix movies.
You let Matt pick out the movie and once it started playing you found yourself struggling to pay attention.

You stared up at Matt as he continued to focus on the movie.

He looked so perfect today. His hair neatly gelled up. His cute brown eyes looked so innocent as he looked up at the tv.
It was driving you crazy.

You slid your hand up his leg, still looking directly at Matt.
You saw Matt smirk at you as your hand moved up to his package.
You started to palm him threw his boxers making Matt let out a soft moan.
You felt him grow under you and removed your hand.

“Awe come on Y/N. You can’t just tease me like that.” Matt said turning to face you on the couch.
“Then what are ya gonna do about it Espinosa.” You suducively whispered in his ear.

That was all he needed to hear before smashing your lips to his.
You moved and sat on his lap, not breaking the kiss.

His tongue scraped the bottom of your lip asking for an entrance. You gladly parted you lips letting matts tongue in.
After a five or so minutes into your little make out session, Matt picked you up smashing your back lightly to the wall, making sure not to hurt you.
He unbuttoned his pants letting them fall to his ankles
You could see the bulge in his boxers and pulled away from your make out session.
“We’ll miss our reservation.” You moaned as Matt moved kissing and sucking on your neck.
“I’ll be quick.” He replied his eyes growing dark with lust.
You felt one hand go up and slide your panties down your legs and letting them fall to the floor.
Matt took off his underwear letting his dick slap onto his stomach.

It was times like this where you where especially thankful you where on the pill.

“Ready babe?” Matt said positioning himself at your entrance, still holding you to the wall.
You wrapped your legs around his waist and nodded.

He slid into you slowly causing you to let out a loud moan.

“F-faster Matt. F-faste. OH MY GOD.” You moaned as Matt started to slide in and out of you faster.
“Oh god Y/N! You’re so tight babe!” Matt yelled.
“Oh god Matt- Im gonna-”
“Hold on babe.” Matt said as his thrusts become sloppier.
“Y/N!”
“On three baby. I want you to scream my name.” Matt said and you nodded.
“One-”
“Two-”
“MATT OH GOD.”
“Three.”
“AH MATT OH MY GGOD.”
“Holy shit! Babe that was amazing.”
Matt set you down tossing you your panties and pulling on his boxers and khakis.
“Come on babe. We don’t wanna miss our reservation:” Matt winked and walked out the door leaving you a smiling mess in the hallway.


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Running Lines

because:

anon- can i like request a one-shot with dylan running lines with -insert lady character of your creation - for posses!stiles and her being like wow you’re so talented and also really hot when you’re all dark and shit. and him enjoying that and bringing that like dark confidence into the bedroom for some gloriously rough sex? I feel like you of all people can write this magnificently. pls and thanks tho. 

and

Likeacaliforniagypsy: get on that demon!dark!stiles shit smut rn, I need it in my life.

that. I hope it’s kind of good. 

“So this is the Teen Wolf 3b script?” She asked, waving it by him.

“Yup, yup,” he nodded a bit rapidly, crossing and uncrossing his arms in front of her.

She smiled, “Calm down, it’s fine; you’re fine, swear it’s all good.”

“Yea, but I know I’m okay at drama-”

“Really good, don’t put yourself down.”

“Jeez, let me dog on myself, don’t interject, I have to get this out. But, we’ve filmed the first few episodes of 3b, and now we’re rolling onto this one- two, ah- shit, look. Oh my god..”

“Do you need help, or something, because you know me, I’m on set because of you.”

“And because you train the dogs, do you remember that, or am I the only one?”

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anonymous asked:

Au where you have a competition with the boys? A no swearing competition? That lasts for a week? Thank you

asdghfk; This is cute Anon, sorry if this is really, really, reaaaaalllly late. Also, I hope you don’t mind that I combined all the parts into one?It sorta made sense in my head to combine it.

*I don’t usually like swearing in stories but okay let’s roll with it*

Edit Jan 17,2015: I’m gonna kinda sensor the swear words for really personal reasons if that is okay.

C.A.L.M.

“F*ck!” You yelled and threw the game controller into the pillow. Michael laughs and is quite proud of himself that he beat you.

“Yeah! That’s what you fucking get for taking the last slice of pizza.” He says.

“Your name wasn’t on it Clifford.”

“It shouldn’t have to be, it’s was obvious that the last slice belonged to me.” He says but you hit him with a pillow out of the bitterness of losing. “Ah sh*t, (Y/N) you sore loser.” He says hitting you back with another pillow.

“What’s with all the swearing in the house today?” Calum asks.

“What’s wrong with swearing?” Luke asks with a grin, “f*ck you Calum.”

“Well f*ck you too mate.” Calum says laughing.

The noise was starting to get out of hand, and Ashton was starting to get tired of hearing these stray cuss words. He got out of his room and entered Michael’s, “guys, stop swearing, there is really a limit to all of this profanity and noise.”

“You do it too Ashton, I don’t see the big deal.” Michael says before hitting you with the pillow again. You were about to cuss but restrained yourself for the sake of Ashton’s request.

“Maybe Ashton has a point, there should be a sort of limitation to how much we could swear in a day.” You said.

“Thank you, I mean, I know I swear, but as of lately it has been out of hand.” Ashton says.

“Oh really, name one time?” Michael says.

“Oh, I know one.” Luke says, “we were at Starbucks and Michael, you said fuck, and before we left the little kid that was sitting behind us were giggling and kept repeating the word.”

“Awe that’s cute.” Michael says.

“No it isn’t, we’re being a bad influence!” Ashton says.

“Ashton, let’s face it, nothing is going to keep us from swearing, I mean, once you know the word you have that urge to say it.” Calum says, “we have no self control we are young adults with potty mouths.”

“I have no motivation to cut down the swearing. I couldn’t go 5 minutes without swearing.” Michael says.

“Unless…. We bet on it.” You said grinning and the attention turned to you.

“I like this idea (Y/N). Okay, the bet is, no swearing for a week. Whoever swears is out, and even if there is one person standing, if they swear before the week is over then they lose too.” Ashton says.

“What will we wager?” Michael asks.

“Hmm… We bet money in this jar, and whoever wins keeps the jar of money and is treated to dinner by everyone. The losers…. Gotta walk around town in Pokemon onesies, and all you can say, is that Pokemon’s name for the whole day.” You said.

“Hmm, that sounds pretty good.” Ashton says, “alright starting Monday the bet will be in affect.”

“This is gonna be easy, let’s face it, I’m gonna smoke all you bitches.” Michael says with a satisfied smile.

“You just swore.” Luke points out.

“Shut up Luke.”

Monday came around and you visited the boys at their house with a wallet full of money and an empty mason jar. You placed the jar in the middle of the table and pulled out a fifty dollar bill. The boys did the same and placed the money inside the jar and put it on the side to open later. The bet has begun and you all agreed that it was okay to sabotage each other into swearing.

Michael was taking this seriously and had a snarky attitude plastered on his face, however, it was difficult for him to not swear the whole day. “Come on Michael, you know you want to swear.” Luke says with a cheeky grin.

“Yeah Michael, look at his face, you always swear when you look at Luke’s face.” Calum says pointing out a derpy look Luke was giving him.

“I’m not getting out on the first day, that’s so fu—- fudging lame.” He says correcting himself.

“I am surprised with his self control, "Ashton says giving you a smile.

"This is all for good fun.” You said as you started to hear Luke talking to Michael in falsetto and Calum trying to make him crack.

“Oh my god, shut up, f*ck, you two are so annoying!- Ah- F*ck- No!” He says covering his mouth.

“Yes!” Calum and Luke cheered in unison.

“Jesus, the first day isn’t even over.” You said.

“Shut up (Y/N).” Michael says before grabbing a pillow to hit Calum and Luke with.

….

The week went on and Michael was pretty salty getting out of the bet first. Calum and Luke teasing Michael wasn’t much help when he had the opportunity to sabotage them. It started with a Keek that Calum was trying to do, but Michael found it as an opening to interrupt him and be cheeky. Out of frustration Calum swore and Michael posted the evidence. You, Luke, and Ashton were the only ones left in this bet.

Thursday came around and Calum changed sides quickly, assisting Michael and his plot to sabotage everyone. Yout took notice of their tactics and found every possible excuse to avoid spending time with them. You sat with Luke in the living room watching TV and heard a distant cuss coming from upstairs followed by Michael and Calum running down with water guns in their hands. “F*ck you guys!” Ashton said from upstairs.

“Hey, no swearing!” Michael says laughing with Calum. They looked at you and Luke with obvious grins, “and then there were two.”

Ashton was slightly mad at Michael and Calum’s antics but that didn’t stop them from trying to sabotage you and Luke. They tried every prank till Saturday but you and Luke wouldn’t budge. “I admire your self control (Y/N).” Michael says as you stare at his failed prank of flour in your blow dryer.

You wiped your face with a towel and forced a smile, “fudge you Michael Clifford, you know, you should check if that Pikachu onesie still fits, you’re gonna be using it soon.” You said patting his cheek and leaving the room.

Calum entered the room and stood next to Michael with an unsatisfied look, “he didn’t budge either?” Michael asked.

“Luke just started giggling.” Calum said and sighed.

“Maybe we need to think of this in a different direction…” Michael says.

Sunday was the last day and you were backstage in the dressing room with the boys who were 2 hours away to their concert. You were set that you and Luke were going to tie, but not until Michael’s last resort kicked in. In the dressing room it was just the two of you. You caught him staring at you, and felt the sexual tension building up in the room. “I’m gonna leave.” You said awkwardly.

“Why?” He asks.

“… Y-You’re just staring at me and…. It’s making me uncomfortable.” You said before standing up but Michael caught up just in time to block the door.

“Am I making you nervous?” He says grinning.

“Oh, is this a plan to make me break?” You said with your voice wavering.

“Maybe…” Michael says continuing to not break eye contact with you. He kept moving closer and closer to you where you could literally feel his breath brushing against your skin. “Michael, cut it out…” You said but couldn’t take it anymore, “f*cking Michael get out of my grill!” You said before reacting and hitting him in the neck.

Even though Michael clutched his throat and went into a fit of coughing, he knew it was worth getting you out. The boys ran in after hearing you yell a string at curses and sorry’s. “Michael, oh my god, I am sorry I hit you. You’re still a f*cking idiot though.” You said making sure he was okay.

“Well then, does that mean Luke wins?” Ashton asks and you all turned to Luke.

“No… He has till midnight.” You said grinning and the other’s followed. You all confronted Luke with sketchy grins, and the 6’4" teen started running around trying to avoid your attacks which included an angry banana, tickle attempts, and taunts. When the show was about to open, Luke accidentally swore thus taking himself out.

“We all lost…” Michael says grabbing his guitar, “what does that mean?” He asks.

“Well then, it’s only fair if we take the punishment together.” Ashton says twirling a drumstick in his hands.

You looked at them and sighed heavily, “I’ll buy the onesies.” You said before wishing them a good show.

Later that night you and the boys walked around the city in Pokemon onesies. Even though it was highly embarrassing you were happy spending this lost with your friends. You stayed at a bar drinking glasses of beer, “you know, we should make another bet. Let’s go, another week.” Michael says.

The rest of you looked at him un-amused remembering that he was the sore loser who sabotaged everyone. You all took some peanuts off of the small plate and threw them at Michael and laughed as he squirmed in his seat. “F*ck bets.” You said before sipping your beer once more.

A/N: Thank you again Anon for your request! I hope you like it? I honestly thought it was lacking (???) I just believe it was kinda cute and platonic, I didn’t really want to do anything romantic about this…??? Sorry again if it is something you weren’t looking for but either way I hope you or someone out there likes it :)

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*You can still send in your request but it will not be done until I get the ones I received before finished so you might have to wait if that is okay :).