Requested: Anon ‘Good luck with your last exam! When you can, could you please write something about being clingy and wanting to touch Simon all the time? Like whether it’s by hugging him or playing with his hair or rubbing his shoulders or anything but he never minds because he’s used to it and he does it to you too when he’s in a cuddly/clingy mood? Thank you! I just need some extreme Simon fluff x 😂😅’
Warnings: Cuteness, fluff
A/N: Thank you anon! Enjoy x
You have always been a ‘clingy’ person, whether it’s holding hands, hugging or cuddling; it makes you feel warm, safe and loved. People think that being clingy is annoying, there’s nothing wrong in showing affection towards your loved one. Simon doesn’t mind at all though, he is a very affectionate person himself (although you wouldn’t think of it). The boys constantly tease him for it, he doesn’t care one bit, he loves you and you love him - what’s so wrong in showing it?
Simon was sitting in his gaming chair, finishing up his latest video. You came up behind him, rubbing his shoulders.
“You’re touchy today.” Simon commented, turning around in his chair. You climbed in his lap, wrapping your arms around him.
“When aren’t I?” You questioned smiling, making Simon chuckle.
“True.” He agreed, cuddling you back.
“Are you nearly done?” You asked, playing with his shirt.
“Soon.” He replied, making you pout.
“I need my cuddle buddy.” You told, snuggling into his chest.
“I just need to finish this last bit and I’m all yours.” He reassured, kissing your forehead. “You can stay in my lap until I’m finished, yeah?”
“Alright.” You smiled, happy that you can cuddle with him shortly.
After Simon completed his editing, he picked you up bridal-style and plonked you down on the bed.
“What do you want to do?” Simon asked, climbing into the bed and wrapping his arms around you.
“I was thinking about watching a movie and cuddle. If that’s alright?” You suggested, looking at him.
“That’s fine with me.” He smiled, turning the TV on and selecting movies, finding a random comedy film and selecting it, knowing that you’ll both argue what to watch.
“You give the best cuddles Si.” You noted, laying your head in his chest.
“Do I now?” He smirked, playing with your hair.
“Yep. You’re like a tall teddy bear.” You giggled.
“Is that why you’re with me is because I give the best cuddles?” Simon joked.
“Of course. It’s the only thing you’re good at.” You stated nonchalantly.
“Hey! I’m good at a lot of things and you know it!” He faked hurt, putting his hand where his heart is.
“Aw I’m sorry, did I hurt your feelings?” You teased him more, battling your eye;ashes.
“Yes.” He pouted turning his head the other way.
“I’m sorry Simon, you are good at so many things. Somethings I won’t mention out loud.” You purred, putting your hand on his chest.
“That’s what I like to hear.” He smirked, watching the movie.
What if Todoroki fell in love with the same girl as Bakugou??? Would they fight over her and how?? :D
Ohohohohohoooo this is juicy
sorry if I took like an eternity and a half to answer this, I suck, I know I do.
Ever since that day, that damn day at the locker rooms, a simple, ordinary bunch of feelings, hormones and pride turned into a merciless, blood-thirsty war. Ok, not that drastically, but almost. It was a simple conversation, the guys trying to convince Todoroki into telling them who his crush was by constantly bothering and insisting. Their plan was to be annoying enough for him to give in and spill the truth already, it was always funny to tease someone so socially inept, and they wanted the rest of the boys to explode with laughter.
However laughter wasn’t everything that exploded in the room as soon as he pronounced your name.
A loud, deafening boom was heard and one of the benches was suddenly bursting into the air next to a steaming Bakugou Katsuki. Everyone turned to look at him with widened eyes and about 100 heart attacks queuing inside their chests.
“Kacchan! What’s wrong!?” Deku asked, following him to the corridor as he stormed out the room “Kacchan!”
But he didn’t answer. And no one found out what was actually going on until the very next day, when it was to late to stop the happenings, and the war had began.
“[name]-san” Todoroki whispered as not to interrupt the lesson, as he tapped your shoulder and bit the back of his pencil with nervousness “I don’t quite get this…could you explain it to me?”
False, he truly was really good at the subject. In fact, he had already solved all the exercises, but hidden the answers inside his backpack. And although he wasn’t fond of lies, it was worth it to see you turn around with a smile and willing to help him.
“Sure!” you offered your help kindly, turning your chair slightly to check what he was having trouble with. What you didn’t know though, was that the only problem he had was the amount of words he had stuck in his throat and the unbearable need to kiss you as you scanned the paper with your beautiful eyes. Gosh, you were so distracting. So distracting…he didn’t even notice the way Bakugou was staring daggers into his neck from his seat.
“Oi! Todoroki!” he exclaimed, awakening the other from dream land and having the audacity of forcing him to unstick his eyes from you “thanks for letting me copy your answers, man”
Todoroki didn’t understand what he meant at first, but his face paled in embarrassment as the guy abruptly placed the complete sheet of answers, HIS complete sheet of answers, on his desk, right in front of you, with a devious grin on his face. When had he…? How did he even took it from his…?
“Oh, well…it seems you understand quite right, Todoroki-kun” You frowned, returning to your place and giving him your back “tell me when you need real help, I need to finish my own work”
He clenched his fists, biting the inner part of his cheek to prevent himself of punching that bastard right in the face. What the fuck was his problem?? It wasn’t fair!
However, as he stared at him leaning over your desk and openly flirting with you, he knew two could play this game.
“Hey, are you heading to the cafeteria?” Bakugou followed you down the hall, he had been talking to you the whole morning, and you couldn’t quite get his motives “wanna sit down with me?”
Todoroki stared from afar, disgusted. How he DARED to talk to you in that tone? He wanted to frickin murder him, but he knew it wasn’t the best option. If he burnt him into ashes then there would be legal charges…and judging stares from people…and it would probably scare you. So he had to be sneaky, and find a way of ruining his flirting without spoiling his own image.
And he happened to know exactly how.
As Bakugou kept talking to you about how amazing his quirk was, he wasn’t aware of the fact his bag was open, or maybe he didn’t care. Whatever the case, Todoroki saw it as a priceless opportunity, and immediately turned to Mineta to ask him for a little favor…
“And so I was fighting this super, strong enemy” meanwhile, you were still listening to the other guy’s tale “Yet he was not a worthy rival, that fucker had no fuckin clue of what he…”
“Bakugou! Wait up!” Todoroki called, approaching both of you with something in hand “close your bag! Your stuff is falling! Here, you dropped this”
Doing his best to conceal his smirk, he handed him quite a flashy, totally explicit porn magazine, leaving it in his hands as if it were the morning paper.
Bakugou stared at it for a few seconds, paused by the confusion and the huge pair of tits on the cover, but as soon as he acknowledged the situation and realized you were there, his immediate reaction was crushing the magazine against Todoroki’s chest and blushing furiously.
“WHAT THE FUCK!?” He screamed, hiding his panic with a rage quit “THAT’S NOT MINE!”
“But I just saw it falling from your backpack” the other returned him the magazine, even though he could see the nitroglycerin beginning go drip from the tip of his fingers “take care of your belongings next time”
“B-BUT! THIS…I…!” he turned to look at you, desperation taking over him as he saw your disgusted face.
“I…I have to go” you said, turning around to leave
“No! [name], wait!” but it was too late, you were already gone, and Todoroki had already won the round by offering to accompany you to the cafeteria “Fuck!”
Todoroki enjoyed gym class. It was a nice break from the studying, a good practice for his quirk…and also the perfect time to stare at you. Girls and boys, although they took clases at the same gymnasium, usually did different activities, meaning he was at the perfect distance to watch you without you noticing. It was stupid, he was aware of that. But there was something so beautiful in the way you tied your hair, in the way your brow frowned when you were making an effort, even in your smile when you achieved your goal…and don’t even let him get started on how great the gym clothes looked on you.
Sometimes, he got so distracted by you that he failed some of the exercises and, of course, Aizawa was disappointed. But this time, he didn’t care about the teacher noticing his distraction…he was more concerned about certain potty mouthed boy.
“Todoroki!” he shouted, almost making him jump from his skin since he was way too lost in your image “You are such a pervert, you fuckin idiot! Stop staring at [name]’s ass!”
His cheeks became instantly red as soon as you turned around and stared at him, your face obviously morphed with embarrassment, as you covered your butt with your hands instinctively as if you weren’t wearing pants. Todoroki almost panicked, he wasn’t staring at that, he swore! Well…maybe a little bit…but he was not a pervert! He wasn’t like Mineta!
“N-no!” he blurted out, trembling “I swear I wasn’t…!”
“How lewd, Todoroki!” Aishido interrupted, staring at him with anger “I thought much better from you!”
“Yeah, stay away from her” Bakugou chuckled lowly, bad at concealing his mischievousness as he snaked an arm around your shoulders “come on, [name], don’t pay attention to him, he can’t control his hormones”
“Hey!” Todoroki was furious, his face beet red, half from the shame and half from the blood-thirsty anger “I did not…!”
“Welcome to the club” Mineta tried to high-five him but he was obviously ignored. The guy had no intention of joining the pervert club, and even less intentions of letting Bakugou win this round.
So as he stared at him, getting closer to you, talking nonsense and obviously trying to woo you, he knew he had had enough.
He looked upwards, and saw the gymnasium’s roof was filled with irrigators in case there was a fire, and gosh, did he have fire to offer. Without thinking about it twice, and after checking everyone had turned their attention to something else, he put his hand on fire and let out a subtle, yet potent cloud of steam that wasted no time in reching the smoke-detectors.
In less than a second, all the irrigators were activated and rained on top of the students without a warning, creating a huge chaos of ruined hairstyles and cold, wet clothes.
“My uniform is soaked!!”
“Oh my…oh my…goodness!”
Everyone kept screaming and running around like idiots, and Todoroki couldn’t prevent his mind from questioning human stupidity. However, he had other things to worry about.
He spotted you in the middle of the crowd, shivering, and Bakugou ineptly trying to keep you warm and failing miserably. Yes, you were freezing, but that didn’t mean you were going to risk your life by submitting to Bakugou’s explosions.
You sneezed, making the boy beside you desperate, since he though he was losing the chance to prove he could be “gentle” and “protect you”…even though he thought it was stupid. He knew girls liked that kind of stuff, and he wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip…or that’s what he thought, but he literally slipped into the ground because of the wet floor. That was a low blow.
“Here” Bakugou raised his head, and his teeth clenched at the sight of Todoroki standing next to you, offering his jacket to protect you from the falling water “Are you still cold?”
“Well, then I guess I must offer my help…” Acting innocent, but slyly looking at his enemy deviously with the corner of his eye, Todoroki opened his arms and warmed up his left side, offering you the necessary heat the other boy couldn’t give you “this will also dry your clothes faster”
Almost immediately, you jumped towards your classmate’s embrace, feeling the relief of his hot chest as he wrapped his arm around you, and letting a content sigh escape your lips.
“Bakugou, It’s not the right time to play on the floor” He mocked, taking the chance to caress your back, and making the other furious “If I were you I would find a way to get out of here…you will get sick”
And, with no more words to say, he guided you towards the gymnasium’s crowded exit and took you outside with a triumphant smirk adorning his face.
He knew the war wasn’t over, he knew this was just day 1 on what would probably be an eternal battle of pranks and misdeeds, and that revenge would bite him in the ass as soon as he turned around…but he didn’t care. All he cared about, as he deafened his ears from Bakugou’s insults at the distance, was the way you were softly breathing on his neck and the fact he could smell the nice fragrance of your hair as he hugged you.
And he knew, from the feeling of holding you within his arms, that he was willing to fight all the upcoming wars if that was the reward.
What Will Probably Happen when Kevin finds out Joaquin and FP are playing him
Joaquin: Hey Kev-
Kevin: So what are you gonna say at my funeral, now that you’ve killed me? Here lies the body of the love of my life, whose heart I broke without a gun to my head. Here lies the mother of my children, both living and dead. Rest in peace, my true love, who I took for granted. Most bomb pussy who, because of me, sleep evaded. Her god listening. Her heaven will be a love without betrayal. Ashes to ashes, dust to side chicks….
Pairing: Malum + Reader Requested: Yes! Read request guidelines here, and request here! Summary: Malum threesome in a pool/hot tub, Double Penetration Word Count: 3105 Rating: M A/N: Got carried away, as per usual - Grace
“Come on, Mia, tell me who it is,” you whine, drawing out that last word as you struggle to tie your bikini straps without getting your hair tied into it as well, standing in front of the mirror in your best friend’s bedroom.
“Nuh uh,” she says, concentrating as she pulls her hair up into a tight ponytail. “If I tell you, you’ll get all nervous and be awkward and sweaty around them,” she explains. “Or worse,” she says, “You’ll freak out about them seeing your body and back out.” She pauses for a moment, “Which, by the way, as absolutely banging today, not that it isn’t always.”
You smile “Thanks, babe,” you say and she slaps your ass lightly as she walks by, getting her towel.
You jump a bit “Hey!” you squeal, “What was that for?”
“Well if you’re going to get with any of these guys, you’ve got to get used to it rough,” she says, laughing, “I’m just preparing you,” she smiles. “Catch,” she says, throwing you a towel.
“Can’t you tell me anything about them?” you say as the two of you head out to her car.
“They’re in a band, a band you know, and like,” she says, “And that’s all you’re getting.”
Thirty minutes and several Taylor Swift songs yelled in unison later, Mia’s car is pulling into the driveway of a nice house, and there are people walking around and talking everywhere.
“Wow, this is quite the party,” you whisper to Mia as the two of you walk in together.
“Yeah,” she sighs, “They’re kind of party animals-” she keeps talking but your focus is pulled as you recognize a bright red head of hair in the backyard, making you freeze in your tracks.
“Y/N?” Mia says, snapping her fingers in front of your face. “Hello, earth to Y/N” she says, and you quickly snap out of it.
“Is it 5sos?” you whisper in disbelief.
“Yeah,” she says, “I know you like them” she says as the two of you walk to the bar, grabbing beers for both of you and handing you one. “And I also happen to know that you think they’re cuuuuuttteee,” she says in a singsong voice, taking a drink. “I’m guessing you saw Mikey over there,” she says, “Go talk to him, he doesn’t bite” she pauses for a second, “Unless you want him to,” she laughs. “Go, babe,” she says, nodding her head over toward him, and you take a deep breath before walking over and tapping him on the shoulder.
He turns around and looks you up and down quickly, smirking to himself. “Hello gorgeous,” he says, “Now what is a beautiful girl doing over here, talking to me?” he says as the group of friends he was talking to before dissolves and leaves you talking to him one on one.
You blush and smile, looking down at your feet, “My friend told me the guy with the bright red hair was one of the guys hosting the party,” you say a bit shyly, “And I thought I’d come over and introduce myself.”
He smiles, “I am indeed one of the hosts,” he says starting to walk with you toward a patch of shade, “I’m Mikey, and you are..?”
“Y/N,” you say, smiling.
He shakes your hand, “Well it’s nice to meet you, Y/N” Mikey says just before a blur of a dark-haired boy you can only assume is Calum tackles him from the side, both of them falling into the pool and making a huge splash, the water hitting your legs and feet.
“Oh my gosh,” you say, laughing hard as the two boys resurface and Mikey crawls out of the pool, muttering, “Always interrupting me when I’m talking to a pretty girl…” he scowls and walks back over to you, dripping with water and sighing. “I’m so sorry, Y/N, my bandmate is an asshole sometimes,” he says laughing and shaking out his hair.
You laugh “It’s alright,” you say, smiling at him, “You’re cute when you’re wet, anyway.”
He smiles, “Anyway, this is Calum,” he says motioning to him as he crawls out of the pool, the water soaking his clothes and making them cling to his toned body.
“I’m the asshole,” Calum says laughing, and shaking your hand, “And you are very pretty”
You blush and smile, laughing a bit at his joke, “Wow, two hot boys complimenting me in one day, without even being graphic about it, I think this is a record!” you say laughing.
“Well we generally don’t prefer to start off conversations with girls by telling them that they have a nice ass,” Cal says, laughing.
“Even if it is true,” Mikey says, biting his lip a bit as his eyes traveled downward again on your body.
“It’s definitely true,” Calum says, his eyes following the same trail as Mikey’s.
“Y/N, how would you like to stay for an afterparty with us?” Mikey says, and both boys smile at you hopefully.
“Well I came with my friend, but..” you say, looking for her absentmindedly.
“She can stay too, she can hang out with Ash or Luke,” Calum says, responding to you instantly.
You nod “Sounds good,” you say “But what about you two?”
“Oh, I have a feeling we’ll be busy,” Mikey says, A smirk forming on his lips as Calum gives him a knowing look.
A few hours later, the party is over and the people have cleared out, you’re in the living room with Mia, watching Luke and Ashton play just dance, laughing both of your asses off as Luke trips over his own long limbs while trying to do a turn.
“Hey, Y/N,” you hear a voice whisper, hands wrapping around your waist from behind, and you turn your head to see Calum with mischievous smile on his face. “Me and Mikey want to go skinny dipping, want to join?” he whispers.
You drag your bottom lip slowly through your teeth, “Hmmm, do I want to see two incredibly hot guys naked? That’s a hard choice.” you say, giggling.
“Mmm, and their dicks both hard for you,” he whispers, his puffy lips starting to lightly suck on your neck, making you let out a low, whimpering moan. “Well if you decide you want us, we’ll be out back,” he whispers, lightly nipping your ear before he walks away.
You take a long, deep breath in and sigh out, “Okay, Y/N, don’t be shy,” you whisper to yourself, taking slow steps toward the backyard and pushing open the sliding glass door, stepping out.
“I’m glad you found your way out here, beautiful,” Mikey says, smiling as he looks at you, his pale body reclining in a poolside chair, completely naked; slowly stroking himself.
“Holy shit Mike-” you whisper, your eyes glued to his massive cock, his tip bright red and dripping precum.
He smirks and chuckles a bit, “Like what you see, baby?” he says, “Come here, Y/N,” he says, and you bend down, flipping your hair over to the side as his lips brush against your ear, “If you like one cock, you’ll love two,” he says, pointing over at Calum, who’s getting out of the pool, buck naked as well, his tan skin glimmering with droplets of water, and his thick cock flat against his stomach, hard as a rock.
You gulp, “Both of you?” you whisper in disbelief.
“That’s right, princess,” Calum says smiling, “Only if you want to, of course,” he adds, reaching out and gently moving the hair from your face.
“Y-yes, I want to,” you say shakily, still staring at Mikey’s cock, unable to tear your eyes away from it.
“Don’t be shy, baby,” Mikey says, smiling, “You can suck it if you’d like,”
You lean down slowly, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock, squeezing it lightly and kitten licking his tip slowly, making sure to lick along his slit, tasting his precum and moaning softly as Mikey lets out a shaky moan “Damn baby,” he says “It’s not even in your mouth and you’re making me feel so good,” he whines out.
At the same time, Calums hands are rubbing up and down your thighs, over your hips and waist, reaching under your bikini top and groping your breasts, kneading them slowly in his hands, then pulling on the strings and freeing you of it, casting it to the side. Mikey wraps his hand around your hair, pulling it into a loose ponytail, just as your wrap your lips tightly around him, slowly sucking your way down his length and moaning around him.
Mikey lets out a soft gasp, moaning out as Calum’s hands travel back down your body, feeling every inch of it as they move, then kneeling down at your side, using his teeth to untie your string bikini bottoms, letting them fall in between your legs on the floor.
You start to bob your head up and down on Michael’s cock, fast as you can, making it a little bit sloppy and wet for him, swirling your tongue around his tip each time you come back up, making him moan and groan, cursing and throwing his head back.
Calum’s hand presses against the small of your back, making you arch it for him, and he lets out a low groan, “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you Y/N?” he says “You must be, only a dirty, horny girl would get this wet sucking cock,” he sighs and shakes his head disapprovingly, “And you haven’t even been in the pool yet”
You whimper softly, feeling Calum’s eyes on your center as he squats behind you, his rough hands spreading you open as you feel yourself start to throb, as if your heat had a hearbeat of its’ own. Suddenly, you feel his tongue making contact with it, licking up and around, then unexpectedly pushing into your entrance, making you pull off of Mikey’s cock and gasp “Holy fuck,” you whisper.
Mikey smiles and laughs a bit, “You like Cal’s tongue in you baby?” he says, “So wet and wide and soft, does it fill you up baby, soothe your aching pussy?”
You whimper softly “Yes it does, so fucking good,” you say as Calum roughly tongue fucks you, his calloused fingers spreading you wide as you go back down, licking along the vein on Mikey’s shaft, gently kissing his balls and sucking on them as your hand, tiny in comparison, pumps his cock as fast as you can.
Mikey lets out a long stream of curses, accompanied by whiny moans “Fuck if we don’t do something else I’m gonna cum” he says, and you stop your actions quickly, smiling, proud of yourself.
“Then let’s get in the hot tub,” Calum says, withdrawing his tongue from you and placing a kiss on your clit before standing up and slapping your ass hard, making it shake in his hand, both him and Mikey going over and getting into the hot tub.
You go and find the switch to turn on the jets, sliding in between the two of them and moaning softly as the water hits your skin and soothes you.
Mikey smiles and presses his lips to yours, “Don’t worry baby we’ll make you moan a lot louder than that” he whispers in your ear, trailing his lips down to kiss your neck.
“In fact, I think we’ll make you scream,” you hear Calum’s voice in your other ear, their whispers surrounding you.
“Okay baby, I’m going to take your pussy and Cal’s going to take your ass, if that’s alright with you,” Mikey whispers “We have waterproof lube, don’t worry” he says, looking at you and kissing you softly, making sure you were comfortable.
You nod “Sounds good baby,” you whisper, and he nods, both him and Calum getting up and going inside for a minute, which you assume is to lube up.
You sigh to yourself, sitting alone in the hot tub, trying to prepare yourself emotionally. You weren’t a virgin in any sense of the word, but you had never had two guys in you at once, never even been close to being in a threesome before.
Before you had time to think about it too hard, they’re back, each completely lubed up and sliding into the water on either side of you.
“Miss us?” Calum says, attaching his lips to your neck and sucking hard until he was satisfied with the hickey he left behind, then picking you up effortlessly in the water, moving you to the middle of the pool as Mikey came up in front of you.
Calum’s arms hook under your legs, holding them wide apart and making you moan softly as he kisses and licks at your neck, his wet tongue grazing over and soothing the massive hickey from just moments before.
Mikey smirks as he looks at you “Damn, Y/N, so open for us, you want these both of these big cocks, don’t you?” he says, pumping himself in the water, just looking at you.
“I do, I really fucking do,” you whine out, throwing your head back impatiently.
Before you even finish your sentence, you feel Mikey’s hands grab your legs, and his huge, thick cock thrusting into you, making your head snap back up, your back arching as you let out a high pitched moan, “Fuck, Mikey!” you yell out.
He grunts a bit and lets out a breathy moan, “Holy shit, such a fucking good pussy” he says, pulling out for a second and then slamming back in, pounding into you, your legs and arms starting to shake.
“My turn,” you hear Calum growl in your ear behind you, trying to brace yourself but finding it impossible to concentrate on anything other than how good Mikey felt deep inside of you.
Before you know it you feel Calum’s thick cock push into your ass, feeling a bit like he was tearing it in half as you winced and let out a loud moan, his hand kneading the back of your thigh as he started to thrust in and out as well, soon getting into a perfect rhythm with Mikey’s thrusts.
Your body shakes and writhes, but you’re unable to really move at all, pinned completely between their bodies, moaning uncontrollably, whimpering and whining, every sound of pleasure streaming out of your mouth.
“I was right, you’re a dirty, dirty girl, Y/N” Calum hisses in your ear as he pounds into your ass, “You like being stuffed with cock, don’t you?” he says, groaning and grunting directly into your ear, Mikey’s face burying itself in between your tits, his tongue and lips roaming over them, leaving dark purple bruises in his wake.
You moan and whimper, feeling yourself edging up to a massive orgasm, “I don’t like it, I fucking love it,” you breathe out and your words give both boys a surge of energy, their hips snapping as they thrust wildly, moaning and yelling out, bouncing your body faster and faster on theirs, meeting their thrusts and intensifying the whole thing for you.
You can tell that they’re both getting close by the sounds coming out of their mouths, getting whinier and whinier by the second, and you feel Calum’s hand sliding around your waist and then down, “Cum.” he orders, rubbing your clit in a few harsh circles before bringing his hand down, slapping it.
You scream out and a loud, pained whimpering noise comes out of your mouth and you cum just as ordered, even harder than you expected, your whole body taken over by pleasure, everything around you but the sound of their moans fading away.
Mikey pulls out, pumping his cock as fast as he can, then shooting cum into the warm water, throwing his head back as he moans your name.
As you’re recovering from your orgasm, you feel Calum’s rough hands bend you over the edge of the Jacuzzi, fucking your ass with a vengeance, more intense than you’ve ever had it, grunting in your ear and groaning until he fills you up with his hot cum, “Just what you wanted, huh, Y/N,” he moans out, his body bent over yours.
Your heart is beating faster than ever and you pant, half of your body laid over the edge of the hot tub, hearing one of the boys getting out and the water splashing a bit, the other moving towards you as you lay there immobile in a post orgasmic trance.
“Can you stand, baby?” you hear Mikey’s voice whisper in your ear.
“I don’t think so,” you whisper, shaking your head and you feel his hands wrapping around your waist, lifting you up and into his arms. He lets you bury your face into his chest as he carries you inside and to a bedroom, which you assume is his. He lays you down gently on the bed and pulls over a pillow, placing it under your head and adjusting it until he was sure you were comfortable.
“Be right back,” he whispers, kissing your forehead gently and getting up, going over to the bathroom before coming back with a towel.
“Can you sit up, love?” he says, and you nod, letting him help you up and drape a towel over your shoulders.
“You’re not going to want to put your swimsuit back on, are you?” he says, standing up and getting you a pair of his boxers as well as one of his T-shirts. “Will these work?” he says, holding them out to you and you nod, smiling weakly and letting him dress you, then wrap you in his arms.
After a little while spent cuddling with him, you whisper, “It’s really late, Mikey, I should be getting home.”
He nods and gets up, and you can’t help but notice a little flash of disappointment and sadness on his face as he lets you go, walking out and finding Mia asleep on the couch, one leg draped over Ashtons.
“Mia,” you whisper, shaking her arm a bit.
“Huh?” she says, waking up and wiping a bit of drool from her chin. “Oh, Y/N, you’re done, how long does it take to get double-teamed?” she says standing up and walking outside with you to her car.
Both of you get in and drive in silence for a few minutes before she turns and looks at you at the stoplight, “Who’s clothes are those, Y/N?” she says, “They’re definitely not yours.”
“You’re right, they’re Mikey’s” you say sighing slightly, “He was really sweet to me after, really took care of me.”
“Really?” she says, a bit surprised.
“Yeah,” you whisper, “He was almost sad when I left, maybe he wanted me to spend the night,” you say, fiddling with his boxers a bit.
“Maybe he loves you,” she says, glancing over at you for a second.
You look at her in shock for a second, trying to process your thoughts, and all the small, caring moments between you and Mikey that night flood your memory.
“Yeah,” you whisper, barely believing your own words, “Maybe he does.”
THERE! Right there! Look at that tan well tinted skin! Look at that killer shape she's in! Look at the suit to boot she's in, Oh please she's gay, totally gay!
I'm not about to celebrate, every trait could indicate, the totally straight not expatriate. This girl's not gay, I say not gay.
That is the elephant in the room. Well is it relevant to assume? That she who's never dated a dude, is automatically medically fay?
But theres a chance she could be bi?
But look at her million dollar tie!
There's an eternal paradox...Look at what we're seein.
What are we seein?
Is she gay-
Of course she's gay!
....Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Gay or European? It's hard to guarantee. Is she gay or European?
? Well hey don't look at me!
You see they bring their kids up different, in those charming foreign ports. They play peculiar sports in shiny shirts and tiny shorts!
Gay or foreign gal? The answer could take weeks. She could call a girl just a pal, yet kiss her on both cheeks!
Gay or European? So many shades of gray.
Depending on the time of day, the French go either way.
Is she gay or Euro-
THERE! Right there! Look at that condescending brow! That devious smirk and leering prowl! Thats a metro hetero gal! That girl is not gay, I say no way!
That is the elephant in the room. Well is it relevant to presume? That a hottie wearing a suit is automatically, radically, ironically, chronically, certainly, genetically, medically, gay? Officially gay? Officially gay gay gay gay-
*laughs at something the male guard says*
DAMN IT! Gay or European? So stylish and so slick. Is she gay or European.
She uses cherry chapstick!
But they bring their kids up different. It's culturally diverse! It's not a fashion curse if she wears some slacks, but bares a purse!
Gay or just exotic? We still can't crack the code!
While her accent is hypnotic, her nails aren't long though.
Gay or European? So many shades of gray!
But if she turns out straight, Im free at eight on Saturday.
*glares at guard and shakes her head*
Is she gay or European, Gay or European!! GAY OR EURO-
Wait a minute! Give me a chance to crack this gal. I have an idea I'd like to try.
? The floor is your's...
So Ms. James. This alleged man you were seen shopping with. How long were you too going out?
And your first name again is?
*clearly annoyed* A-U-R-O-R-A
And your girlfriend's name is?
MC- WAIT sorry I misunderstood. I thought you said best friend! Mc is my...best friend.
MC from across the room:
YOU BASTARD! You lying bastard!
That's it I won't cover for you anymore! Everyone I have a BIG ANNOUNCEMENT! This girl is GAY and EUROPEAN!
The truth is written on her face! You have to stop being such a complete closet case! It's me, not him, she's seein! No matter what she say! I swear she never ever ever ever swing the other way. You are so gay you big parfait! You flaming one woman cabaret-
How do you know I'm gay?
Cause I was with you yesterday. So if I may, Im proud to say!
She's gay and European! She's gay and European! She's gay and European! And-
I rose my eyes from the old book to find the store owner – a
middle aged lady smelling of powder and cold green tea – looking down at me.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I was just –”
“These books are not for sale. You shouldn’t be
Yeah, no shit. I should be at home watching the game. But
it’s Valentine’s Day in a couple of days, and Jill has dropped so many hints as
to what she wants as a gift I could make an Agatha Christie novel out of them.
So here I am.
“I’m looking for a book,” I said. “An old
edition of The Unbearable Lightness of –”
“Did you read anything on that book?”
I looked back down at the book I was holding. It was an old
collection of nursery rhymes, pages all yellow and flaky. That’s a problem I have with bookstores – especially used
book stores – I get lost in them and I browse and I forget what I was there for
“I – I don’t know. I’m sorry, I didn’t know –”
you read this?” She asked again, laying a pointy finger over the page
the book was open on.
“Yeah… it's… nice. But I’m not interested in buying.”
She closed her eyes. Then opened them again. “You’ll be
able to see them now.”
“I’ll be able to what, now?”
She took a deep breath, like it pained her to say the next
words. “Don’t make eye contact with them. Whatever you do. If they don’t
know you can see them, you will be fine.”
Okay, this lady’s was giving me the creeps. Time to go.
“All right,” I said. “So that’s a no on the
Unbearable Lightness of Being thing?”
She shook her head. “Don’t look them in the eyes.” She took the book from me and placed it back on the shelf.
“Don’t look them in the eyes, got it,” I said,
applying my theory that it’s always best to agree with crazy people.
I turned around to leave and stopped. Standing just by the
door, under the little bell that announced new customers, was a little girl in
a gown that looked like it was sewed around the time Louis XVI was decapitated.
I paused for a second. The kid was scanning the store with a
weird, adult-like expression on her face. Something off about her.
Then I went past her and gave no more thought to it.
a Ring O’ Roses… A pocket full of posies…
the way home, I couldn’t get the rhyme out of my head. It was like a song,
stuck there, except… I didn’t know the melody. But there was a
melody in my head, as soon as I read it. Almost as if I knew that song from
somewhere, or as if the music was written within the words of the book,
What is the name of the song playing at the end of the episode to usward.
Hey anon, I gave it a listen and checked in to Tunefind’s Queen Sugar list and, I couldn’t pick it up and they don’t have it either right now. Ash and I will still keep a look out and post it if we find it, but if you have twitter try reaching out to the writer’s room or the show account. They both do well about replies so they just might help us all out on this.
Warnings: some curse words and a bit of mentioning sex
Luke/ Ashton: You were on tour with your boyfriend and currently watching them soundchecking (without fans) from beside the stage. After a few songs they were finished and come back in your direction. Luke being the first come of stage wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his chest, his chin resting on top of your head. “I’m gonna shower, you wanna join?” he smirked. “Maybe next time” you giggled. He pouted but didn’t try to convince you. He kissed you on your forehead an walked away. You went on stage seeing Ashton still sitting on his drums. “Hey you” you yelled over his drumming. He stopped and smiled at you “Hey. Luke finally decided that he can leave you for 5 Minutes?” he joked. You laughed and thought about asking Ash what you always wanted to ask him since you meet him. “What are you thinking about?” he wondered. You bit on your lip and smiled, being a bit embarrassing. “I actually wanted to ask you something” “Okay and what?” “You know you’re such a amazing drummer, thoughtyoucouldteachmesomething” you said, the last part quite fast. “What was that?” he asked confused. “Ugh. I asked if you could teach me something on the drums” you asked him shyly. “Yeah sure, come here” he simply answered. You smiled at him and walked around the drums. He suddenly pulled you on his lap (friendly not sexual) and put his handy over yours while pressing the drum sticks in your hands.”Okay let’s start”…. To say that you had fun was an understatement. You and Ash laughed uncontrollable. “Okay I think I hurt your ears enough for today.” you said making him laugh. “You’re not that bad actually” He told you but you didn’t believe that at all. When you saw that the twirled the drum stick with his fingers, you literally were fascinated. “How do you do that?” He pressed the drum stick back into your hand and showed you what to do. While you both were distracted you didn’t see Michael and Calum watching you both for a while. And when Luke didn’t saw anyone in the dressing room he also went looking for you , going back to the stage and seeing Michael and Calum looking at something what he couldn’t see yet. “Hey what are yo-” but he stopped talking when he saw You and Ash on stage. You sitting on his lap. your hand in his and you both just too close to each other for his liking. “ Calum saw the look on Lukes face. If stares could kill. “You know there is nothing more than friendship between them.” Calum told him. “I know” Luke answered “but their body’s are still to fucking close to each other” he said before walking over to you two. You noticed him finally and grinned at him “Did you kno-” but he interrupted you “Having fun?” he asked in a hard voice, making the situation quite awkward.You stand up from Ashtons lap and walked over to him. “I better get going” Ashton sensed the tension between both of you and walked backstage.”Why do you have to be like this” you asked annoyed. “Well I wasn’t the one who was sitting on your best friends lap pretty much dry humping.” “DRY HUMPING?? You can’t be serious right know” “Oh please I saw it with my eyes” “You know what, you can talk to me when you can get over yourself asshole.” And with that you walked away, leaving him standing there.
Calum/Luke: While your boyfriend Calum and Ashton were giving an interview, you were staying at the hotel with Luke and a sick Michael who was sleeping on one of the beds. You and Luke were on the other one, leaning on the headboard. Deciding that you both should be quite because of Michael you just watched some TV. After a few hours you started to get tired because all of the touring around was having an effect on you. You didn’t wanted to know how the boys must feel. Not wanting to leave Luke alone you tried your hardest to stay awake but you still fell asleep, unable to keep your eyes open for any longer. You woke up a few hours later by the door of your hotel room being slammed closed. You tried to turn around by couldn’t move because of something heavy on your waist. Just then you realize that Luke also fell asleep and was now spooning you from behind. one of his arms tightly around your waist while his head was buried in your neck, making you feel his hot breath. Suddenly Luke was pushed off of the bed and dropped to the floor. Finally you could turn around and saw Calum at the end of the bed looking down at look at him with a smirk.”What the hell?” you heard Luke say from the floor. “Don’t you dare to touch my girlfriend again” Your obviously jealous boyfriend said, his smirk now turning into a glare. He turned around and walked out of the room. Confused you get up from the bed and walked after him, after you looked over your shoulder apologizing to Luke. “I could have saw that coming” he said while laughing. You walked out of the room and saw Calum walking in your shared hotel room, slamming the door shut behind him. You knocked on the door and waited but he didn’t open. “Calum let me in” you begged him. After waiting for 30 minutes, you were annoyed and started to knock on the door without stopping. After doing that another 2 minutes, the door finally opened showing your boyfriend. “Can I help you?” he asked making you even more mad. You didn’t answer him and just walked in, brushing his shoulder on your way. At the corner of your eyes you cold him see looking at you. “What” you asked without emotions. “No I’m sorry?” “Why would I say that?” “Oh I don’t know, maybe for you sleeping with my best friend.” “I didn’t sleep with him. We were just watching TV and both fell asleep till an arrogant jerk had to push his best friend off the bed.” “So I’m the bad one know? HE was fucking touching something that’s MINE.” And that was enough for you to snap. “I’M NOT AN OBJECT AND I’M DEFINITELY NOT YOURS.” You looked one last time at him before walking out of the room and leaving the hotel.
Michael/Calum: You kissed your boyfriend Michael one last time and wished him good luck before he walked on stage, fans screaming when they saw the boys.You walked into the arena and sat down besides Michaels parents who were visiting him for a few days.In the middle of the show they were reading a few signs that fans were holding up.You watched how Michaels smile fall replaced by a kinda hurt expression. You looked into the direction that he looked and saw what caused the mood change. One fan was hold up another kind of sign.Written on it was “Y/N and Calum get together already.” and a picture of you and Calum hugging really tight which was taken when you and Michael had a rough time a few months ago. You looked back at Michael and saw that he tried to cover up his sadness by a smile and telling the crowd which song they were singing next. The rest of the concert he avoided any eye contact with you which was really unusually for him, normally always checking if you were enjoying the concert.Their show ended and they went behind the stage. You also started to walk backstage and searched for him. When you walked into the dressing room you walked right into the chest of Calum, losing your balance but he wrapped one of his arms around your waist just in time so you wouldn’t fall. “Thank you “ you smiled up at him. “No problem” he answered you, still having his arm wrapped around your waist but suddenly it was ripped away from you and Calum being pushed away by Michael. “Are you both serious?” he shouted. “What are you talking about” calum asked him confused. “Do you have to touch each other right after what happened on stage. Can’t wait to fuck each other without even caring if I’m in the near or not?” “Michael it’s not like that” “Well sorry that I’m having a hard time believing that” “Do you seriously think that we both would do that to you?” you asked him angrily. “Give me a reason not to” he glared at you. “So you literally don’t have any trust in me. You think I’m not in love with you and that whenever I tell you that I just lie and sleep with your best friend behind your back? Because when you do think like that and believe that, maybe that’s exactly what I should do then” you screamed at him before grabbing Calums hand and pulling him out of the room with you.
Ashton/Michael: After a long day at the studio and fucking things up the whole time, Ashton was happy finally coming home to you. Not even expecting cooked food or anything , he just wanted your arms around him and cheering him up. When he opened the front door he heard your giggles from the living room expecting you to watch TV or seeing something on you phone but what he actually saw wasn’t that great in his opinion. You were sitting between Michaels legs on the couch while his arms were wrapped around you helping to play on the guitar which was resting on your legs. His head resting on your shoulder near you neck so he could see something. MIchaels hand laid over yours to show you how to put your fingers on the strings.. “Hey” Ashton tried to sound friendly. “Hey babe” you smiled up at him “Hey” you heard Michael say from behind you. “Michael is teaching me his skills” you laughed. Ashton tried to smile but the situation how you both were sitting made that kinda hard for him “I see that”. “I wanna show you something” you bit down on your lip and got ready to show him what Michael taught you. Ash watched as Michael scooted even closer to you and helped you to play the song. After you finished, ashton gave you a tight smile”that was great”. You sensed that something was wrong with him. “As much fun I had today, I better get going” Michael hug you and said goodbye before he walked out of the house. “What’s wrong” you asked your boyfriend. “You know that I can play guitar too, right?” “Yeah I know that why are you telling me this?” “Why did you had to ask Michael to teach you something that I could have done too?” “you were recording the whole day and Michael came over and then I just asked him. What is your problem?” “ Oh so as soon as your boyfriend doesn’t has time you just search for someone else? “ “He was only teaching some things on the guitar. calm down!” “what if it isn’t teaching you how to play guitar the next time I’m gone the whole day. What if I can’t have sex with you because I’m exhausted or something. Are you gonna ask Michael too?” he shouted at you before he went into your shared bedroom, leaving you shocked behind.
Your boots clipped heavily along the worn wooden floor of the bar you’d just entered the dusty and splintered doors of. The Roadhouse, that was the name. You’d heard of it in stories your dad used to tell when he talked about his hunts, and you’d passed by the place a time or two in your own travels, just never had the want to pull over. But the moon was just right tonight and the road too long in front of you to pass up stopping for a drink or two.
Not many people inside, but the ones that were there were a rough crowd, gnarled and road-worn, like the way you felt. You’d all seen a hard day’s night or two you could guess. They may not look the most friendly, but they were still your kind of people and you felt at ease as you strode towards the bar, taking a seat on an uneven stool there and catching the eye of the long-haired woman working the place.
Hey Ash, for each region you've visited ((for each game played/season of the anime watched)), what is your favorite Pokemon from each?
“I’ve been to so many places and seen and met so many Pokemon that it’s hard to pick just one from each region,” he said before pausing and taking some time to think. “Well, Pikachu is obviously my favorite from the Kanto Region. He was the one that started out with me on my journey. For johto, I’d have to say Celebi! We had so much fun together with Sammy,” he smiled. He paused again, thinking the new few over carefully. “I think my favorite Pokemon while in Kalos had to be Greninja, although a close second is a tie between Goodra and Noivern. and even though I haven’t been in Alola very long, my favorite has to be Tapu Koko. He’s the one who gave me my Z-ring and the electrium Z!”
@katjacson said: When you’re not busy, can you plz do a fic with josh about him going with a movie premiere w/ his dad and he meet the actress from the movie he was working on, few years later they’re close friends and she’s actually there on the night Hannah and Beth disappeared?? Except this time Josh actually wakes up and helps herself and Beth find Hannah.
I’m never busy, I’m just lazy. lol Thanks for asking
"I t-thought I was doing great, A-ashton." I sob into his muscular chest while he holds me into his arms. After I got home from finding out that I got let off from my job, he took me upstairs and made me lay down with him. That's when the water works came. "And you did, baby," Ashton whispers to me, rubbing my back in a calming manor. "You did wonderful." My chest shakes as I try to find my breath. "I wish I w-would've known what I could've d-done better," I admit in whisper, my voice cracking. "I'm f-fucking terrible, Ash." Ashton presses his lips against my forehead. "You're amazing, (Y/N)," He whispers gently as my sobs quiet down. "You are absolutely amazing." I sniff and move closer towards him and try to focus on his gentle and sweet gestures. "Just breathe, sweetheart," He breathes quietly, giving my forehead a kiss. "Just relax, I got you."
"Hey, hey, what's that matter?" I ask, gently, after Luke rests his head on my lap without answering my usual "how was your day" question twice. He shrugs and just looks at the ceiling above us. "Well something's on your mind." I whisper, my hand playing with blonde locks. "I should quit." He admits in a whisper. "What?" I ask, my fingers running through his hair. "It's too much, (Y/N). The band is." Luke mumbles. "I'm no good." I shake my head. "Nonsense." I say back. "You should've heard me today, (Y/N). I playing all the wrong chords and was off with everything. I don't belong-" I stop his babbling by leaning down and kissing his lips. "You're speaking like you're crazy, my love." I whisper to him before kissing his cheek. "But-" "Hush." I say then kiss his lips. "Today just wasn't your day. But tomorrow will be. Don't say that craziness because you and I both know that you don't mean it. You belong and I love you. Okay?" I finish and Luke nods. "Okay." He whispers before smiling and I kiss his lips.
"Oh C-Calum." I cry hard into his shoulder, holding onto him for dear life. "Shhh, darling. It's okay." He whispers to me as he runs his hand down my back gently. "No, i-it's not okay!" I yell into his shoulder, my hand smacking his chest. "I-I feel so...so b-broken." I say in defeat. "It was not your fault, baby." He says softly to me. I pull away from him and sit back on the passengers seat, wiping my eyes with my fingers. My heart sinks more every time I think of the blood and the pain. "I want a b-baby, Cal." I whisper as my eyes well up again with tears. "And we'll have one, darling," He whispers to me, taking my hands. "One day, we will." Tears run down my face and I sniff. "I feel terrible." I sob shakily. He pulls me into his chest again and I lose it. "Baby, you didn't do anything wrong. This is a natural thing." Calum reassures me. I sob into his shoulder and hold onto him again tightly. "We'll have a baby one day. I-I promise." He reassures me again, his voice breaking while he tries to hold back his own tears.
"Are you sure you're alright?" I ask Michael before sitting next to him on the couch. He nods his head as he scrolls through his phone. His eyes move across the phone screen, reading something. I sigh and return back to my movie. "(Y/N)?" Michael asks quietly. "Hmm?" I say, turning my head to him. "Do you like my hair?" He asks me with hopeful eyes. I nod my head before looking up at his blueberry hair. "I actually really love it." I admit and he gives me a smile. "You do?" He asks softy and I nod again. "Of course. Why, babe?" I ask, taking his hand. He sighs and lays his head on my shoulder. "I've been getting shit all day from people about it," Michael mumbles. "They say I look even more gross with this color." My heart breaks at the horrible words. "How fucking rude." I admit out loud. "You're telling me." He whispers quietly. "Well I think you rock the color, hon." I admit in a whisper. "Thank you, babe." He says. "In fact," I say before straddling his lap. "I think you look even more sexier, baby." Then he leans into me and kisses my lips as I play with his hair.
title: Four Houses Away author: greyish_sky rating: Explicit relationship: Harry/Louis word count: ~23,000 summary: “Hey, Ash. What are you doing here?”
“Lucy went grocery shopping and I thought we could play FIFA?” Ash blinks his big, green eyes. “I’m tired of playing alone and Daddy said you used to play with him?”
Harry told his son about—again, it doesn’t mean anything. “He told you I beat him every time?”
Ash laughs. “Yeah. He said he sucked.”
“I don’t have an Xbox, though. You’ll have to bring yours.”Ash does a little victory dance and starts running. Louis stops him before he reaches the stairs. “I need to call your dad. D’you know his mobile number?”
“He made me
That’s so Harry. Louis fishes his phone out and hands it to Ash. He types his dad’s number and starts running away. “Don’t run!”
Or, having Harry back in his life wasn’t in Louis’ to-do list.
You had tried getting Ashton out of your mind but no matter how hard you tried you just couldn’t do it. As much as you hated to admit you still loved him even after he did the bet with his band mates. You thought you had a good friendship with them until they did that. The rest of the tour with them had be awkward. Ashton tried hard to get back to you and win you over, while his band members ignored you most of the time. A simple ‘hello’ was all you got from them and sometimes it wasn’t everyday. You weren’t sure if they felt guilty of what they did or if they just didn’t like you. You were glad tour was over and you could focus on your career and not some boy who had played you. You were glad that you didn’t have to go on tour with them again, at least not for a while. You liked being in a complete different country then he was, it made things easier for you and you hoped he would just forget about you, even though part of you wanted him to keep trying.
You made you way down the hallway to the studio and sighed quietly as you walked inside the room. You rubbed your eyes softly as you sat down on the couch waiting to start your recording session. You looked up as your band members walked in sitting down next to you. You stared down at your lap as you tried to listen to your tour manager as he talked about your Australian tour. You only had three months off before you were at it again. You weren’t excited about touring again, you wanted more time off with your family and you surely didn’t want to go to Australia. Being there would bring back too many memories you weren’t ready to deal with again. You played softly with the page sitting on your lap as you stared at the list of songs as you decided which one’s you were going to sing. You tapped your fingers softly and looked up at your manager as he mentioned the boys “I thought we were done” you asked as you looked at him “Just one show” he said as he looked over at you. You sighed and leaned back into your seat. Even if it was one night, you were going to relive that night over and over again. You had been planning this upcoming tour since the last one finished and he never mentioned a night with 5SOS. “We leave tomorrow are you all packed” he asked as he ignored your glared. You and your band members nodded your head as you continued with the rest of the planning
2 Weeks Later
You walked into the venue and sighed quietly as you heard the boys playing their songs. You felt as your band members looked over you. One of them placing their arm around your shoulder as you walked inside more “Hey” you heard Luke shout into the mic as they noticed you. You waved at them as the music stopped and looked around the venue. It was huge, you couldn’t believe how fast it sold out. You looked over as the boys jumped off the stage to go greet you. You hugged them and smiled as you tried to avoid Ashton. He bit down on his lip as he looked over at you. He half smiled at you and you couldn’t help it. You push past Calum and Luke and wrapped your arms around Ashton’s neck. You sighed feeling at home as he wrapped his arms around your waist bringing you closer to him. “I missed you” he whispered in your ear “I miss you too” you replied before you pulled back and blushed as everyone stared at you two. “Um we need to get ready” said your manager. You nodded your head and followed your band and managed backstage. You ran your fingers through your hair and sighed as you sat down on the couch. “Are you okay” asked your drummer. You nodded your head and smiled slightly “Perfect” you mumbled and got up to get ready for your concert.
After the show you made your way backstage and found Ashton sitting on the couch. He was playing with a necklace in his hands. “Hey” you whispered as you sat down next to him. He looked up and smiled slightly before looking back down at the necklace “Are you alright” you asked biting down on your lip. “Yeah” he whispered as he avoided your gaze “Ash” you asked as you scooted closer to him cupping his cheeks softly “Whats wrong” you added as you caressed his cheek softly with your thumbs. “I miss you a lot” he whispered as he stared into your eyes. “I miss you too Ash” you replied. He sighed and shook his head as he took your hands lacing his fingers with yours “I fucked up” he said starting at you “I messed up everything that we had. All because they wanted to make a bet. I didn’t want to do it” he added “You have to believe me. I didn’t want to make the bet. I was so sick of them asking me that I just said yes to get them off my back” he said “At first I only saw you as a friend but when I got to know you more I fell for you. The bet didn’t matter anymore. I had forgotten about the bet until they brought up the fact that they were going to give me the money. You made me forget about the bet. It was all about you. I just wanted to make you happy, I wanted to make you smile. I just wanted to have you in my arms baby” he said. “I miss you so much. Please tell me what I can do to get another chance with you” he pleaded. You stared into his eyes biting down on your lip softly. “It’s going to take some time to trust you” you said as you held his hand tightly “I would love to give you another chance Ashton but, you need to know that right now I dont trust you 100 percent. If you want to we can try this but, I will need some time until I can fully be there” you said making him nod quickly “I can wait until you trust me again” he said as he cupped your cheeks placing his forehead against yours “So does this mean that we are a couple again” he asked as he stared into your eyes. Giggling you nodded your head and pecked his lips “Yes” you whispered, he grinned and pulled you on his lap holding you close to him.
Lately, Ashton hasn’t been paying a lot of attention to me ever since he got back from tour. He has been home for a week now and I swear we have talked maybe three times at the most. I don’t want to beg for his attention because I don’t want to come off as clingy in anyway, my ex used to call me clingy a lot. Ashton promised that he would never consider me to be clingy. Ash is on the phone with the guys right now talking about FIFA while I’m just sitting next to him. I’ve been wanting to go on a date with him all week and today would be the perfect day. As he is hanging up the phone since the guys had to go I figured I would ask to go out.
“Hey, Ash we should go out tonight” I suggest.
“No, not today Y/N. I just wanted to play video games with the guys” Ash says.
“You have been seeing them all week and you just got off of your phone with them. We haven’t hung out, today is absolutely beautiful. Let’s go somewhere” I try to convince him.
“God, Y/N when did you get so clingy. I said I didn’t want to go. Now I’ve got to call Calum and see what game he wants to play” Ash states.
Clingy?! He just used the thing I’m most insecure about against me…. the Ashton I know would never do that, he promised. If time is what he needs I will give it to him. I grab my suitcase from the closet and start packing some clothes, toiletries, anything I would need to stay at someone’s house for awhile. I know that I would end up at Michael’s anyway since he is my closest friend. Once I packed up about a week’s worth of clothes I started leaving. Ashton was too caught up in his game against Calum he didn’t even notice me leaving. I got to Michael’s a couple minutes after I left and explained everything. He offered to yell at Ashton for me. I just told him I wanted to lay low and not deal with anything right now.
*time skip three days*
I haven’t left the bed in Michael’s guest room since I arrived three days ago. I don’t have the energy to get up and do anything. The only reason I have been eating is because Michael has been cooking me food and bringing it to me. Ashton and I have been in a relationship for almost a year and the Ashton I know would have fought for me to stay. There is a knock on the door which I assume is Luke coming home and forgot his key again, that was until one heard arguing. I walk downstairs to hear some of the conversation.
“Mikey, please just let me see her. I’m begging you just ask her to come down,” The all too familiar voice asks.
“No, she doesn’t want to see you. She has been crying for the past three days waiting for you to come to your senses,” Michael replies angrily.
I sneak around the corner to Ash looks like a mess with his hair disheveled, clothes stained, and he looks tired. Ashton gasped when he noticed me there, when this happened both boys just stared at me. Ashton looked at me sympathetically as if I would break if he moved a muscle.
“Y/N, I’m so sorry I don’t know what was wrong with me. I shouldn’t have let you leave-” Ashton starts.
“No you shouldn’t have said that in the first place. The old Ashton I knew would have never done that. He would treat me like the most amazing thing on this world and given up anything for me. What happened to the old Ash that would want to go on adventures with me? I want you to fight for me to stay. I wanted you to fight for me to never leave. I wanted you to fight for this relationship. But now I can see that you may need time to think about what you want,” I say.
I close the door on him, I just need some time away to know what I want as well as him. Michael instantly rushes over to me when he sees the first tear roll down my cheek. He justs holds me until I’m ready….
This piece of fluff is dedicated to the beautiful Kate who is glorious and a very good best friend.
You woke up and winced as you felt the hammering pain in your head. Propped
up on your elbow, you looked around your bedroom then reached out to find your
boyfriend’s side of the bed was cold. You groaned and wrapped yourself over the
sheets again. You’d been out celebrating Mikey’s birthday and had a little too
much to drink. As you remembered how you were dancing on top of the table to Beyoncé’s
Single Ladies, you sighed deeply. The boys were never going to let you live
“Babe?” you heard your boyfriend’s soft voice croon. “Are you awake?”
“I was dancing on the tables,” you moaned.
Mikey laughed quietly. “To Single
Ladies as well, I’m kind of offended.”
You pulled the cover from off your face so you were able to see him. He held
out a cup of water and some painkillers to you. You took them gratefully then caught
Mikey’s hand before he disappeared again.
“I was supposed to be the first one up and make you breakfast in bed,”
you confessed. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”
He shook his head. “You look cute when you sleep, I didn’t want to wake
“I’m such a shit girlfriend,” you whined as you pulled him back into
“You’re not, babe. You’re
everything I ever asked for.”
You reached into the drawer next to your bed, took out the card and
present then handed it to him.
He rolled his eyes as he accepted it. “What part of ‘don’t get me
anything’ didn’t you understand?”
You smiled and leant against his arm. “See, I am a shit girlfriend
because I don’t listen.”
He opened the card and laughed at the completely unattractive picture of
you both on the front. You’d never been able to take each other too seriously and
that’s why it worked. You talked things through and hardly ever argued except
from when it came to petty things like which game was better. You slid over the
large rectangular gift that you’d spent ages trying to pull together.
Mikey tore the paper off and a crease appeared in between his eyebrows
when he read ‘Here’s to us’.
“Happy birthday, Mikey,” you whispered into his ear.
He opened the scrapbook and found a picture you’d taken on your first
date with him. He’d taken you to one of their first gigs so you’d joked about
being their first ever official groupie and Luke had taken a picture of Mikey
trying to teach you the basic chords on his guitar before the show. You’d also
stuck a flyer from that night and the ticket. He stroked the picture and smiled
at you. You watched as he flicked through the other pages. The first draft of
the song he’d written for you, a picture from your first anniversary, the plane
ticket from the flight to see him on tour the first time around, all of them in
“I know you miss me while you’re on tour so I thought this would ease
things a little bit,” you said with a shrug.
He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your cheek. “I love you so
You rested your head against his shoulder; the headache was practically
gone now which made you feel like getting up.
“So what do you want to do today, birthday boy?”
Mikey climbed out of bed and checked his phone. “I had something planned
already with the boys later on and my parents want to come over but I need you
to pick up a few things while I get stuff ready here if that’s okay?”
You stood up, stretching until you felt vaguely human again then you
pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans. “What do you need?”
He reached into his jean pocket and gave you a small piece of paper with
two places on it. “They’re expecting you.”
You nodded and put the list into your pocket. You walked over to your
wardrobe, threw your pyjamas into the washing hamper, put on a bra and screwed your face up as you tried to decide on what
top to wear. Mikey joined you then pointed to one of his checked shirts you’d
borrowed a while ago.
“Why don’t you wear one of my old shirts?” he suggested as he picked a red
and black one. “You always look really hot with them on.”
You smirked, pulling the shirt on and buttoning it. You turned to Mikey
and draped your arms around his neck. “You think I look hot, Clifford?”
He grinned as he kissed you then he pulled away. “You totally are, babe.”
Mikey held out one of his wristbands and put it onto your wrist.
“What’s this for?” you asked.
“I want you to borrow it,” he said as he fastened it. “You now look like
a rock star.”
You rolled your eyes and kissed him again before doing your makeup.
He waved you off as you drove to the first place on Mikey’s list. It was
a bakery though you wondered why since you’d already bought him a massive
guitar shaped cake that he’d pretended not to see in the basement fridge. You
climbed out your car and walked into the bakery which smelt amazing, the woman
at the counter grinned as she realised who you were.
“Are you here for Mr. Clifford’s cake?” she asked when she placed a white cake
box on the countertop.
“Yep,” you said with a nod.
The woman pointed at the box. “I’ve been given strict instructions to
seal it so you can’t look at it.”
You frowned at her but then shook your head. “I would ask why but I bet
you can’t tell me.”
She laughed and said that you had worked it out.
“It’s probably a pair of boobs or something,” you decided while picking the box
The woman laughed again harder then told you to have a nice day. You sat
the cake on the passenger seat and looked at the second place on Mikey’s list. It
was an old music shop in town that he took you to on lazy Sundays to jam around
the shop. The owner already knew you well enough. So when you finally got
there, you headed inside and hit the bell on the counter a few times.
“Alright, alright!” Jim, the owner, yelled. “I’m coming!”
He walked out of the back room and grinned when he saw it was you.
“My favourite Sunday
entertainment,” he cheered. “I take it you’re here for Michael’s order.”
“It’s another guitar, isn’t it?” you asked as you bit your lip. “Please
tell me it’s not, Jim.”
He shook his head and leaned against the counter. “I’m sorry to
disappoint you, sunshine, but it’s not a guitar.”
“Then what is it?” you questioned as you narrowed your eyes at the aging
“A baby grand,” Jim said plainly.
Your mouth fell open in shock. “A baby grand?”
Jim nodded slowly and stared at you. “That’s what I said. A black baby
grand will be delivered to your house next Tuesday. He said you always wanted one
to play in your own house. Maybe you’ll stop cramping my style by coming in
here and playing awful music.”
You knew Jim didn’t mean it so you laughed. “I guess I won’t be driving
that home then.”
“Go enjoy his birthday, kid. I can’t believe he has you running around
after him,” Jim joked.
You said goodbye then began walking to your car. You heard somebody
shout your name and turned to see Ashton.
“Hey, Ash!” you shouted as you walked over to him. “What are you doing
here? I thought you’d be at our place by now.”
Ashton laughed nervously. “Funny story that. Mikey sent me to get some
balloons and I saw your car and thought I’d stop to see how you were.”
You didn’t believe a word of it but you smiled anyway. “Is he throwing a
second party I don’t know about? I have a cake in the back of my car and now I
have a bloody baby grand coming next week.”
“He said he’d get you one,” Ash mused then he looked behind you and gave
somebody the thumbs up. “We better get back.”
He leant against his car like he was expecting you to find the flat
tyre. You swore loudly. You got the cake from the passenger seat and walked
back over to Ashton.
“Ash, you’ll have to give me a ride back.”
“I can’t, you’ll have to take that,” Ash said as he gestured behind you.
You saw the white horse and cart you’d once taken a ride in for your
birthday last year. You turned to Ash and sighed.
“Tell Cal and Luke they can inflate my tyre since they let it down,” you
Ash helped you into the back of the carriage and winked at you. “I’ll
make sure they do.”
You tried to call Mikey and ask why the hell he’d arranged the carriage
but he didn’t pick up. Instead, you kicked back and relaxed as small kids waved
at you and people pointed at the great white carriage that looked like it
should have a bride in it. Once it pulled up outside of your house, you thanked
the driver who helped you down and followed the arrow that directed you into
Mikey appeared in a beany hat, shirt and tie. He took your free hand and
kissed it. “Did you like that?”
“I can’t believe you had the boys sabotage my car! But I loved it, every
second.” You looked down at your casual outfit. “Mikey, am I underdressed or
He chuckled then took the cake box from you and put the cake down on the
white cloth covered table. “You look perfect.”
Unexpectedly, your family, Mikey’s family, your friends and the
boys surrounded you in an arc. You looked around confused which only made them
laugh. He took off his hat and waited for your reaction to his navy blue hair.
“When did you have time to do that?” you asked, ruffling it.
“While you were out, I decided it was time for something different.”
You nodded in agreement. “It suits you, Clifford.”
“Hey, why don’t you open the cake?” he said.
You followed his suggestion and opened the cake; it was a bright blue
heart with a picture of you two on it. Written underneath was “That’s nice,
babe” which was an inside joke for you and Mikey. The first time he said that
he loved you, you’d responded with those words not really registering what he’d
“Aw, Mikey,” you said. “That’s so sweet.”
You turned back to give him a kiss but he held out his hands to keep you
where you were.
“When I met you, I was
about to go on the biggest adventure of my life and you’ve stuck by my side no
matter how crazy it’s been. You’re constantly there to pick me up and dust me
off if I fall and you’re there to celebrate with me when it all goes okay.” He
took a deep breath as he gave a weak laugh. “I told myself I wouldn’t cry. Babe,
you’re everything I ever wanted and needed. Your smile gets me through the day.
On tour, I miss you like crazy but then I remember I’m coming home to you and
it makes me feel better. I’m living my dream and you’ve always been part of
that dream. I’m in love with you.
I want you to be the girl I marry, I want us to have kids together, and I want
to grow old next to you and then look back and say we did it all together, that
we conquered the world while we held each other’s hand.”
You looked over to your mother who was a teary mess like you were.
“You always said you wanted a tattooed bad boy to sweep you off of your
feet and I hope I’ll be that boy,” he continued. “You’re probably wondering
what the hell this is all about. My mum told me that at a wedding, it’s
traditional to have something old, something new, something borrowed and
something blue. You’re wearing one of my old tops and
you just got chauffeured here old style so they’re your something old. The
wrist band is something borrowed and your mum has already volunteered to find
you some of your grandma’s jewellery. The cake and my hair are your something
blues. Something new is obviously the new baby grand you always wanted. Oh, and
this is your other something new.”
He got down on one knee and produced a red ring box from his pocket.
“So will you marry me? See, this is a two-for-one ‘something new’
because if you agree, you get this really sparkly ring and my last name so it’s
really a good deal–”
You leant down and kissed him. You felt his smile grow against your
32. “I’m so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend.”
ft mali because im in love with her 😇😇
“The party has officially arrived!” you announced, sauntering into your best friends’ apartment.
“Do you ever knock anymore?” Calum asked, coming out of his kitchen with a bowl of popcorn in one hand and two bottles of pop in the other, “What if I’d been naked?”
“It’s not like she hasn’t seen you naked before,” Mali pointed out from her spot on the couch.
“Hey, guys!” you chirped, walking over to the couch adjacent to where she and Ashton were sitting. You stepped between Michael and Luke, who were sitting on the floor, settling yourself down in front of Michael.
“That was one time and I was drunk!” Calum exclaimed defensively. careful not to kick Luke as he sat down beside you.
“And you haven’t gotten that drunk since – I’m so proud of you,” you teased, ruffling his hair.
“You’re insufferable,” he groaned, grabbing the remote and pressing play on the movie he already had prepared on Netflix.
“Hey, if you have a problem with me just walking in, try locking your door every once in a while. That deadbolt isn’t just for decoration, you know.”
“What? So then you can constantly knock on my door and make our neighbors file noise complaints against me?” he rolled his eyes.
“He’s right, Y/N,” Michael tilted his head back on your calf so he could look at you, “He and Ash get enough noise complaints as is.”
“Then I guess one more won’t kill them,” you grinned innocently, your hand moving to his head so you could play with his hair. He hummed in content, relaxing his body against the couch and his head on your legs.
“It might not kill us, but it could get us kicked out,” Ashton stuck his tongue out at you, causing you to grab a handful of popcorn and throw it at him while everyone else just laughed.
Seven hours and four and a half movies later, it was now 1am and the group was nearly asleep. You, of course, were already asleep – curled up against Calum’s side, mooching off his warmth.
He had his arm wrapped around your shoulders, finding himself unable to focus on the movie playing on the screen in front of him anymore. You always fell asleep on Calum during your movie nights, your breath tickling whatever hair was on the skin closest to it, and it never failed to make his heart race.
After the movie was over, Luke and Michael scooted away from the couch so Calum could take you to his room to let you sleep on an actual bed. He pulled the blankets over you after he set you down, pressing a light kiss to your forehead before leaving the room and carefully shutting the door behind him.
“I’m so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend,” he reprimanded himself softly as he walked back into the living room. All of his friends looked up at him, clearly not taken aback by the confession since they obviously already knew.
“Your feelings aren’t mistakes, Cal,” Mali shook her head, “You can’t help who you fall for.”
“But why did it have to be her?” he sunk down in his seat.
“Because she’s nice and funny and smart and her personality matches yours to a T,” Ashton reminded him.
“What’s so wrong with it being her anyway?” Michael asked.
“She’s my best friend, Mike,” Calum stated, “When she says she doesn’t feel the same, she’ll stop coming over and we’ll stop hanging out and stop being friends and I don’t want that to happen.”
“So are you a psychic now?” Luke rolled his eyes, earning himself a small kick from the boy behind him. “What?!” he exclaimed softly, not wanting to risk waking you up, “I’m just saying! You don’t know that she doesn’t feel the same!”
“I always know how she’s feeling,” he said.
“Well, maybe you don’t know how she’s feeling as much as you think you do,” Mali shrugged. And it seemed his sister’s statement struck a cord with him.
What the hell did that mean? Did you feel the same? Was it possible that you really were in love with him too?
So maybe one day, Calum would be brave enough to tell his best friend he’d fallen in love with her.
But as far as he was concerned, that day wasn’t going to come anytime soon.
in this tire swing: There’s a crunching sound disturbing the silence, drawing
closer. Louis keeps his eyes closed, determined to hold onto the peace
that’s hanging in the air of his childhood home. The snap of leaves
underfoot continues, and Louis quietly murmurs, “Mum, please, I’m trying
to enjoy my afternoon.”“It’s uh, not your mum.”-or, the one where louis
comes back after moving away and harry has got new boots. (2.2k)
- Oh, Fortuna : Hey,
Louis,” Eleanor says suddenly, “wasn’t Harry Styles on X-Factor the
same year you auditioned?”
“I didn’t know you auditioned for X Factor!” Perrie gasps, as
Louis sends a death glare Eleanor’s way, who at least has the decency to
look apologetic. “Oh my god, did you meet him?”
“Right, I need another drink.” Louis gets up heavily, ignoring Zayn’s
concerned look and Eleanor’s guilty one. His head is still fuzzy, but he
doesn’t feel warm anymore. (Or,
three years after Louis is sent home at the Judges Houses stage of
X-Factor, and Harry finds international fame as a solo artist, they meet
again at a local pub in London.) (14k)
- Untangle Me
: Louis finds himself out of place in LA, unable to get at an itch
that’s been bothering him for years. He supposes back in the early days,
home hadn’t been a place. It’d been a person. He’d etched it
permanently into his skin for fucks sake. It was always him and
Harry. Stuck to each other like super glue. Pulled together by some
magnetic force, existing in their own bubble. Everyone could see it, but
that was half the problem, wasn’t it?It’s not like Louis can
pinpoint the exact moment in time when him and Harry fell out of sync.
There wasn’t really one at all. It had been a gradual slip, like the
tide wearing away at a sandstone cliff. Chipping the solid foundations
until there was nothing left to stop the structure falling to the waves
below. It’s not like he spends all of his time sitting around moping
over a lost friendship, he’s good at distractions. But LA only seems to
accentuate the distance between them. Two separate planets, not even in
the same solar system. (103k, one of my fav fic ever)
Four Houses Away :
“Hey, Ash. What are you doing here?”“Lucy went grocery
shopping and I thought we could play FIFA?” Ash blinks his big, green
eyes. “I’m tired of playing alone and Daddy said you used to play with
him?”Harry told his son about—again, it doesn’t mean anything. “He told
you I beat him every time?”Ash laughs. “Yeah. He said he sucked.”“I
don’t have an Xbox, though. You’ll have to bring yours.”Ash
does a little victory dance and starts running. Louis stops him before
he reaches the stairs. “I need to call your dad. D’you http://archiveofourown.org/works/know his mobile
number?”“He made me memorize it.”That’s so Harry. Louis fishes his phone
out and hands it to Ash. He types his dad’s number and starts running
away. “Don’t run!”Ash jogs. Or, having Harry back in his life wasn’t in Louis’ to-do list. (23k)
through the jungle through the dark: Louis and Harry were best friends, until they weren’t. Five
years after they last spoke they’re forced to drive cross-country to
visit an injured friend. If they can’t get over the past, it will be a
very long week together.
Home To You
: “If someone wrote that for me I’d probably be a crying mess
before it was even over. I’m crying a little right now actually.”It’s
about you, Harry’s brain screamed. I wrote it about you.Gemma
appeared in the doorway then and dragged Louis away. With one winking
smile he was gone. Harry curled up and stuffed his face into his duvet
so he could cry with no one hearing.**** At fifteen, Harry
wrote his first song for an oblivious seventeen year old Louis
Tomlinson. Ten years later he’s a singer/songwriter who cant find any
words for his second album and Louis is a closeted actor tired of LA.
They both try to run from the things weighing them down and in the
process, they find each other. (54k)
Never Too Late
:Harry’s confused for a moment before it hits him: the little
boy is signing. Harry squats down to get to the boy’s level again and
mirrors the same action.“Dad?” He inquires. Harry learned basic
sign language after having met a fan who was deaf. He made it his
mission to learn signing so that he’d be able to communicate with other
fellow hearing impaired fans.The little boy smiles brightly, his
tears now long gone. He goes on to extend both hands, palms up as if
he’s asking where? Followed by the previous sign which means Dad. Harry
smiles to himself at the amazing little guy standing in front of him.
He stands up taking the boy’s hand, “Let’s go find your dad,” he tells
him making the motion with his hand.Just
having come out of the closet and recovering from vocal surgery, famous
recording artist Harry Styles needs to get away from LA to work on new
music needing to prove to his label that his career isn’t over. Little
does he know that his life is about to change forever when he runs into
an old friend at the city he’s decided to escape to. (18k)
You Drive Me Crazy (but it feels alright)
: Bridget Jones’ Diary AU.“Harry is not short for Harold,”
he corrects, his voice as thick as molasses. He lowers his eyes to
Louis’ sequined lapels, rubbing one between two fingers. “Is this small
or extra small? It looks lovely.”Louis breaks away from his grip with a
petulant huff and pushes him back with two fingers.“You’re mocking me.
Again.”Harry smiles and it’s a real honest swoop of his lips this time.
Louis’ stomach swoops with them. (102k)
:AU. Acclaimed actor, Hollywood heartthrob, and Oscar nominee,
Harry Styles, seems to have the world at his feet, but seeks out an old
friend when he needs a date for his big night. (21k)