might do the other girls tonight too

Milkshake | A Valentine’s Day One Shot

I know it’s a day early but here we have one in which Harry fucks up because I hate Valentine’s Day and we don’t need any extra sappy-ness, ok? It’s hard enough being permanently single without having a special day to rub it in my face.

“Date night Tuesday, yeah? For Valentine’s Day?” Harry says as you lie your head on his chest. There’s a show on the telly at the end of the bed but neither of you are really paying attention, more interested in the whispered conversation you’re having. He’s been home for a while but soon he’ll be gone again and you wish you could keep him by your side like this forever so he could never leave. But Gucci clothes don’t buy themselves, do they? Oh but yes they do, you reason, when they’re sent to him for free.

“Gotta be seen to be wearing ‘em, makes everyone money,” he justifies with a small giggle.

“Yeah but I still don’t understand why they give the free stuff to the very people who can afford to pay for it? This is how rich people stay rich, you know? They don’t have to buy anything for themselves. I read that Lady GaGa got given a £10k place to stay for the Super Bowl for free by Air BnB, I mean, what the fuck?”

“Are you saying you don’t like the dress YSL sent you?”

“That is completely beside the point, Harry. Entirely. I can’t afford it, you can.”

“Oh, of course, sorry, I forgot you can’t afford anything with your multi-millionaire fiancé,” he rolls his eyes.

“Nope. What’s yours is yours until you get that ring on my finger,” you tease.

“Still think we should skip the big wedding and jus’ go t’ Vegas.”

“Your mother would kill us both,” you laugh. “And why Vegas, of all places? Could go anywhere in the world on our own and you choose Vegas?”

“When we’re in LA sometime…quick flight to Vegas, married an hour later, done.”

“Gosh, remember when I thought you were romantic?”

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Cherry Lips (Negan x Kimi)

Word Count: 2,762
Genre: Smut
Fandoms: Negan, The Walking Dead, Jeffrey Dean Morgan
Pairings: Negan x Kimi (Original Female Character)
Rating: Explicit
AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10910652
Warnings: Language. Confrontation. Firearms. Shooting guns. Near car accident. Inappropriate erections. Writing on skin. Oral sex. Blowjob with teeth. Vaginal Sex.

Summary: Written for Ash’s Negan Writing Challenge. Negan picks up a haul from Alexandria and is then held at gunpoint by a rival group. He meets his match in their bold red-lipsticked leader, Kimi, who demands a private meeting to negotiate a naughty trade.

Negan and his men were headed back to the Sanctuary from Alexandria after a very successful pickup. Negan didn’t need to be there but he went along to indulge in his favorite pastime of antagonizing Rick. Driving along the wooded path, his truck first in the line of vehicles, he smirked to himself and tapped the steering wheel to the beat of a song that only he could hear.

“You’re in a good mood today,” Simon said, side-eying the boss man a bit. Of course, while there was respect between the two men, Simon didn’t think of Negan as his boss, but more of an equal. For the most part, Negan felt the same, and that was why their relationship went on so smoothly compared to the way things were with the other Saviors.

Negan whistled and slapped the steering wheel. “You’re damn fucking right I’m in a good mood, buddy boy! There is nothing I love more than getting under Rick the Prick’s skin.” He laughed, picturing what the scene back at Alexandria must be like after he left Rick emasculated once again. “Did you see him squirming back there? Fucking priceless.”

“That I did, boss. That I did. I think we got ourselves the ideal whipping boy.” Simon nodded his head with satisfaction and took a swig from the can of orange soda that he had pilfered from their haul, wiping the neon liquid from his thick mustache. “Goddamn, life is good.”

Just as Negan was about to agree with him, the front tire of the truck was shot out. The truck skidded and came close to wrapping itself around a tree before Negan could get the brakes to do their job. “What the shit? Lucille, give me strength!”

In front of them, partially concealed by the dense growth of the woods, was a band of survivors outfitted with a respectable arsenal. Negan’s men were already out of their trucks and aiming their weapons at this new group when Negan stepped out and commanded them to hold their fire.

“Weapons down,” he said assuredly, directing his words to both his men and theirs, approaching these newcomers without apprehension. “If you wanted us dead, you would have shot us by now. I’m a man who likes to negotiate. What is it that you’re after?”

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doctrine of fundamentally good/you can be good, part 1

Pairing: Yuri/Natsuki
Words: 1957
Summary: Sayori suggests an exchange - Natsuki reads one of Yuri’s novels, and Yuri one of Natsuki’s manga. Things are softer than you’d expect.
Author’s Note: woweee i said i’d write it!!! i say part 1 bc i hope i’ll write more to this one day. gonna write their bookshop date eventually, and i have more planned after that…but for now, have this.


It’s Sayori who proposes the exchange at first – Natsuki’s used to trading quips and barbs with Yuri; finds comfort in it even, but apparently it makes everyone else nervous (Yuri can give as good as she got, Natsuki insists, but Sayori seems to think Yuri a fair bit frailer than she really is).

“You need to understand each other more! Then maybe you’ll stop fighting all the time!” she declares, to the both of them. It’s a stupid idea, really. There’s no way in hell Natsuki will make her way through one of Yuri’s doorstops, and like hell Yuri will ever pick up manga. Well, not that the idea is unpleasant – there are a fair few manga who make an effort to be technical and difficult to read, but Natsuki has no experience there, and she doubts Yuri has to will to look.

You can’t read Yuri’s emotions from her face, but her eyes – wavering, always wavering – tell a louder truth than any expression she pulls (which is usually some degree of nervousness, bless her soul). Which is why Natsuki knows, as soon as the words tumble out of Sayori’s mouth, that Yuri is about as pleased as she is (read: not in the slightest). There’s a reason they fight – because they have their own niches, and they happen to be contrary. If Yuri wants to read words that give Natsuki period cramps, then she can do as she pleased.

Which was why it knocks the air out of Natsuki’s lungs when Yuri closes her eyes, nods once, and mumbles, “Well, I wouldn’t be opposed…”.

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theseerofdoomisunaltered  asked:

hi, i super duper love all of your erasermic fics. You write both characters dynamically and I really love the way their personalities can both meld together or bounce right off, and your writing style is just stellar, especially with how you handle emotions. And you were the one who introduced me to the trans Aizawa idea--which makes me ask, will you ever write a fic where trans Aizawa is majorly relevant/centered (idk how to word it), or know any others, because its such a bombtastic concept!

ahhh, well i’m glad you like my fic, but i’m not trans, so while i am more than happy to include trans characters in my stories, i don’t feel it’s really my place to write a story about being trans, if you understand what i mean.

however, donniedont on ao3 has written some great trans erasermic fics which focus more on trans issues! for example, i really like his fic Scrappy and Wide-Eyed which is a young!erasermic fic where both mic and aizawa are trans girls. 

and if you’re into ot3 fics, he’s also written some aizawa/all might/mic fics with trans man aizawa (and genderfluid mic!). In Your Arms Tonight is a nice spicy little ficlet, and although i haven’t read You Can Sing Me Anything because i have issues reading about mental health stuff, i’m sure it’s very good too!

oh, and pandapls also has a good smutty aizawa/all might/mic fic with trans aizawa called Unwind!

then there’s the things we do for each other by ali (pwstealldpinchd) which has both trans aizawa and trans mic, and it’s really sweet and domestic! also they’ve written a nice smutty ficlet with trans aizawa and trans mic called motivate which is eventually going to be part of a larger bakery AU they’re working on!! i’m super excited for it!!

lastly (but certainly not least!) there’s an ongoing fic by elwyn (anxioussonic) called Ultra-Mart which includes nonbinary mic and has definitely been a fun read so far!!

so i guess in conclusion there are a lot of awesome trans authors writing for erasermic, haha. enjoy! (also i hope you don’t mind if i post this publicly instead of replying privately, i just wanna rec all these fics…)

Just; C.H. 2

A/N Calum gives me serious feels lately. Let me know what you think xox

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I can’t help but let my excitement show as I take the steps down to the front of the auditorium where my professor occupied the small desk. The room was silent, an occasional pen dropping to erase a word or a sigh leaving someone’s lips when he or she didn’t know the answer. My grin was wide and bright though, my feet slowly thudding along the linoleum down to my awaiting professor. It was the last exam before summer started, in my prospects I thought it went pretty well and within twelve hours I’ll hopefully be so drunk I won’t even know down from up. Life of a college student is great. 

“Ah, miss Y/L/N. Sadly to hear bio informatics isn’t up your alley. I was impressed with your paper. Wouldn’t mind you mastering in this. But still, have a great summer.” She smiles at me over the rim of her glasses as she takes the paper out of my outstretched hand. I didn’t absolutely loathe the course, but it always took place on Monday mornings and Friday afternoon. Which, as with any student, are the hours I actually don’t want to go. And most of the times, I wouldn’t. Until the professor told us on day one that our permanent evaluation would be a forth of our grade. They’re kind of forcing you to go then, aren’t they?

“Thank you ma'am. You as well.” I don’t grant her a second glance as I turn on my heel and snag my bag off of the floor near the door and bolt outside in a matter of seconds.

I breathe loudly in relief as I pull the door closed behind me, ending this horrid school year and opening up summer. I sling my bag over my shoulder as I type a response to Sarah’s message wishing me luck and telling me to stop by after I’m done. I am not paying attention as I walk towards the staircase and roughly bump into a hard, solid chest. 

“Ah – fuck. Sorry, shouldn’t walk and text at the same time.” I apologize and look up from my phone, which was now screen down on the floor, into the dark brown eyes of Calum Hood. He bends down and picks up my phone, inspecting the screen before holding it out to me. “Don’t worry about it. I think you dropped something… Y/n, was it?” He smiles, a dimple showing. And now I completely understand now why all those girls swoon while being near him. I might actually do the same thing, this exact moment.

“Oh uh - yeah thanks.” I take it from his hands and inspect it briefly before sliding it into my back pocket, away from harm. “So Y/n, you coming to our party tonight?” Somehow I’m a bit shocked that he knows my name, but on the other hand, he didn’t get so popular by being a complete jack ass either. He was known to be friendly, sometimes even a bit too friendly.

“Yes, Ashton asked me last week.” I bite my tongue when I realize what I have said and walk down the stair case, Calum following closely behind.

“Oh, didn’t know you knew Ash?” I turn my head to glance at Calum but continue walking. “Uh yeah we once had a class together.” I continue to bite the tip of my tongue as I speed up a little when the last set of stairs comes into view, ready to bolt out into the harsh sunlight and leave Calum behind.

His hand lands on my shoulder as we reach the bottom and he stops me in my tracks.

“Well Y/n, a friend of Ash is a friend of mine. I’ll see you tonight.” He lifts his sunglasses from the top of his head onto his nose, but not before throwing me a wink. His long legs take him out of the hallway, out the door, in mere seconds and I’m left alone. 

My phone loudly rings through the now empty hallway, a giggle escaping my lips as I walk through the door into the sunshine and pressing the phone to my ear. 

“You were going to let me know when you were done! How did it go?”

“Uh, I walked into Calum and dropped my phone, I’m only out for like five minutes now. I think it went fine, I’m coming over right now I’m at my car.” I breathe into the receiver, dropping my bag onto the passenger seat before I circle the car. “Okay I’ll see you in a bit, then you can tell me what that shit with Calum means.” I laugh loudly but end the call without another word.

“So, what was that about Calum Hood?” Sarah wiggles her eyebrows as she stares at me from her spot on her bed as soon as I step into the unlocked door. I chuckle dryly, breaths passing my lips with a loud huff as I let myself fall onto her desk chair, lazily spinning circles with my head thrown back. 

“I was texting you and my forehead collided with his tit. That’s about it.”

“Did he apologize?” I stop my spinning, feeling a bit light headed, blinking slowly. “Well no I ran into him. He asked if we were coming tonight though.” Sarah flies upright from her spot, throwing her magazine to the side, the paper landing against the wall before sliding through the crevice where her bed meets the wall.
“Since when do the popular guys care of your whereabouts?”

“They don’t. They’re just being friendly, they aren’t some mythological monster, S. Now grab your stuff, we’re changing at my place.” I throw her empty back pack onto her lap and hoist myself up, swaying from the dizziness of my spinning. Sarah roughly starts throwing multiple dresses into the small bag before turning around and shoving half of her make-up articles down the opening as well. I’m leaning against the doorway, nodding my head at Kyle passing Sarah’s open doorway and winking in my direction. “Hi Y/n, Sarah. Have a great summer.”
“You too Kyle. Going somewhere?” I reciprocate and lean my back against the hall, overlooking Kyle’s summer look and glasses up on his nose.

“The girlfriend and I are going on a road trip. I’m heading over to her right now.” He smiles and I grin in return, holding my arms out for a hug and I’m dangling ten centimetres above the floor. “Have fun. And say hi to Wendy from me.”
“I will. Bye girls!” he turns the corner and is out of sight within a minute, leaving me to refocus my attention on Sarah who’s beside me. “He’s such a sweet guy.”
“Hm. A great friend.” I hum in return, waiting for Sarah to close up before we too follow the same way Kyle did, out the door and towards my car.

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“Seriously? Are you going in a pair of jeans?” Sherilyn raises her eyebrow as I walk into the living room, ruffling up my loose curls. “Why wouldn’t I?” I stop in front of the television, eyeing my two best friends who are occupying my sofa. They may be in – what I’d consider – the best outfits to snag a guy tonight, but the way they’re splattered across my sofa tells you they’re as big of pigs as I am. “You wouldn’t expect Y/n to go in a slutty dress now, would you?” Linda smirks as she appears into the area. I raise my eyebrows and point to my dorm mate, quite a bit thankful for her presence right now.

I know Sher and Sarah probably want to drag me back up to my room, forcing me to change in something they consider more appropriate for tonight’s events.
Sarah shrugs her shoulders and I let myself drop next to her, grabbing a handful of popcorn and dropping the kernels one by one into my open, awaiting mouth. “We should get going soon, I am planning to get drunk fast and crash the rest of the eve in my soft, loving bed.” Sherilyn sighs as she redirects her gaze from her watch to the people in the room. I’m glad at least one person had the same thoughts as me, but seeing the glare Sarah is throwing Sherilyn right now, I know I’m up for something tonight.

“It’s only ten, those parties don’t start until midnight.” I groan loudly. “Are you going?” I turn towards Linda who is still leaning against the open doorway. “Yeah, ‘round midnight. Before that it’s just a snore fest.” I widen my eyes and point towards Linda again, trying to get my point across without using my words. “See?!”

“Y/n, come on. If you lay on that sofa for two more hours there is no way we’re getting you out of there again.” Sherilyn whines as I chew on my popcorn loudly, laying down more comfortably. “She’s actually right, Y/n. You’re a lazy ass.” Sarah agrees with Sher and I can’t help but to roll my eyes, wiping my butter covered hands along my jeans before standing upright with my hands on my hips.
“Alright then, let’s go.”

As we walk up the driveway of the frat house, all that can be seen are scattered red cups, drunk people stumbling about like zombies and some even just laying knocked out on the on the partially dead grass. A scoff leaves my lips as I step over one of those dead beat bodies, shaking my head. It was only ten thirty by now. How, in Hell’s name can they be that wasted already?

“Told you party would be in full swing.” Sherilyn points out as we approach the front door, only for me to stop right before we enter. “Those fuck wats are probably drinking since their exam ended, if not earlier.” I roll my eyes and hear Sarah chuckle behind me as I push past the moving, sweating bodies. 

I navigate us towards the kitchen for our first drink of the evening, filling three cups with the keg that’s on the counter. “They do know how to throw a party.” I yell over the music, bringing the cup to my lips as I take a long, freshening sip. I wave as Derek passes the door opening towards the living space, now transformed into the dance floor, and he stops in his tracks to jog over. “Ladies, long time no see.” He presses his lips to each one’s of our cheeks, throwing his arm around Sher’s and my shoulder nonchalantly. I could stand it when Derek touched me, merely because I knew he would never do so with the wrong intentions.

“Celebrating end of exams are we? I already got my grade. Guess I’ll be back in August.” He shrugs his shoulders, seeming not fazed by it all. “Well, I’m heading off. Tell your brother I said hi Sarah.” He winks at me before letting go and disappearing as fast as he appeared. “Shouldn’t he have graduated ages ago?” I laugh, throwing the rest of my cup back and refilling as Sarah answers. 

“Two years ago yeah. He is taking it slow my brother told me.” Sarah laughs as she lifts her own cup. “There’s Calum.” Sherilyn points in the general direction of Calum’s whereabouts and I glance over in a swift motion before turning around. “Yeah?” Both girls roll their eyes and I refrain from asking them what’s up but I am interrupted by a loud, booming male voice. 

“Y/n!” Ashton appears by my side and he presses me into a tight hug, spilling half of my drink over his back but he doesn’t seem to mind. Or he’s so drunk he doesn’t notice at all, right now I am not even sure which once it is. 

“Hi Ash. I see you’re having a great time.” I smile and let him, just as Derek did mere minutes ago, throw his arm around my shoulders for leverage. “And who are these fine ladies?” He points towards my best mates in front of me, a bit of yellowish liquid sloshing out of his red solo cup. 

“Sherilyn and Sarah.” I smile, pointing to the respective girls, both of them grinning and waving towards a wavering Ashton. “We could use some hot girls like you. I think everyone here is ugly.” Ashton whines. Drunk. Definitely completely off of his ass. 

“You should meet the rest of the group. They’d like you lot.” His gaze wanders off around the perimeter searching for any of his friends. I give my girl friends an apologetic grin but they chuckle in response, probably not minding it one bit. “Oh Nathan. Nathan!” Ash completely forgets about our conversation as he bolts off towards, apparently, Nathan and disappears from sight. 

I chuckle dryly as I once more chug my cup down until the last drop before giving myself another refill. "Well this is going to be an interesting night.“ I mumble to myself as I see Sherilyn has already disappeared to a guy which I know is in one of her classes, but don’t ask me which. Sarah is looking around too already and I know it won’t be long before I’m wandering around in the house all by myself. As long as they’re having fun.

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Imagine- Andy and you get into a stupid argument that results in a temporary break. (Imagine #4)

    It’s been about two weeks since the fight, You both still check up on one another but that's been about the extent of it. You’re still completely heartbroken over the incident, But you’d never let Andy know that.

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Creatures of the Night Part 4

Summary: Phil, PJ, and Chris are a small clan of vampires living in London. Phil discovers newborn vampire Dan, who was abandoned by his creator.

Vampire AU, featuring Phan and KicktheStickz

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3



“Phil, how many vampires are in the whole wide world?”

The older vampire smiled in amusement at the question. “The whole wide world? That’s rather hard to say. I’ve only met around two hundred myself.”

“But there are some you haven’t met?” Dan asked curiously.

“Some,” Phil agreed.

“Are all of them nice? Like Louise and Zoe?”

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Besides the obvious satisfaction that one gets from putting his own life in danger to stop a woman from being harassed or worse, do you know what my other favorite thing about wearing this mask while saving a woman is?

Once I take it off and introduce myself to her and she sees what I look like, she always ends up wanting me… And telling her girlfriends about me too lol.

Looks like imma have a REAL good night tonight as I’ve just been invited to her house for drinks with 2 of her girls. Yeah, Being a hero has some serious perks if you’re a sexy beast like I am. Some of y'all might wanna jot that shit down lol.


I hope all you fuckers have a great night! Methed-Up-Samurai, out.

You Work So Hard- Yoongi

Another repost! Yoongi fluff (:

~Admin Dana


 Yoongi’s been at the studio all day. Or at least for most of it. I woke him up early for breakfast and he left in a haste. He kissed my forehead before leaving and I told him I’d bring him lunch. I tried to cook it for him but I was so worried about how much he’s been working lately that I burned just about half of it. Maybe he’d appreciate something store bought…

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In His Arms

READ THIS: So I’m not really sure what this is. I just wrote it after watching Cameron and Nash’s new youtube videos last night. I might write a story leading up to this point or just continue where this leaves off. This story involves marijuana/alcohol/tobacco use. Not saying that any of the guys do these things, I just took some creative liberties. Same thing with Morgan and Lindsay, I don’t know them and I’m not trying to bash them as people. For all I know they could be really great girls, they are just used as characters in the story.

Please message me what you think I should do with this, I’m open to suggestions.

Cameron, Nash, and I had just gotten back to the hotel from the 99 cent store, where we bought all this random shit for their Best Friend Challenge video. Seriously, we got jalapeño sauce, dog food, bird seed, the works. We had just finished setting up the tarp and the camera when Lindsay and Morgan walked in.

“Hey, do you guys wanna burn one before you get started?” Morgan asked as she held out the blunt to Cameron.

“Fucking right!” Nash exclaimed and grabbed it from her hand to smell it.

Cameron glanced mischievously at me and waggled his eyebrows, silently asking me if I was going to join. It had been a while since I smoked weed, and I was a little hesitant. Just because my birthday was 4-20 didn’t mean that I was a huge pot head. I smoked a lot when I was a senior in high school and my freshman year of college, but I was kind of over the whole thing. Despite my uncertainness, I nodded and grabbed my lighter from my pack of cigarettes.

“Hell yeah! I was wondering if Alyson was ever gonna blaze with us.” Nash said as I handed him the lighter.

We all sat down on Nash’s bed as Nash took the first hit and started coughing like crazy.

“Good shit?” I asked, trying to stifle my laughter as he passed it on to Morgan.

“Only the best for my best guys!” Morgan exclaimed before taking a hit. Unlike Nash, she took it a lot better and leaned over to Cameron and gave him shotgun. Her lips lightly pressing against his as she exhaled and Cameron did the opposite. Cameron smirked as he let out the smoke.  I fought off the jealous twinge I felt in my chest. I had really started to care for Cameron since I joined the MAGCON tour a few months back, but I had come to terms with the fact that he was an uncompromising flirt and I wasn’t going to let it get to me.

We finished the blunt fairly quickly, which wasn’t surprising considering there were five people taking hits off of it. However, that doesn’t mean we weren’t fucked up. Whatever Morgan and Lindsay had gotten was seriously good. They were all cracking up at nothing as I stared off blankly at the tarp with everything on it, lost in my own thoughts. This is why I hadn’t smoked a whole lot as of late. I would get lost in my own head which for me, was the most dangerous place to get lost. The scars that were placed strategically on my hips and the two not so strategically placed ones going down on my wrists were proof enough to that fact.

I was brought back from my thoughts as Cameron nudged my shoulder a little harder than he had probably intended. I could tell by his eyes that he was baked.

“Everything okay, Aly?” He asked, the corners of his lips slightly upturned as he attempted, but failed miserably to put on a straight face.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just zoned out for a while, I guess.”

“Are you sure, you’ve been picking really hard at your bracelets.” He quickly glanced from my wrists to my face, which made me place my hands palms down on the bed. The only person that had ever noticed anything was Matt. He knew I had tried to kill myself in October, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell him why. It hurt too much. And Matt left it at that, but reminded me he was always there to talk if I needed him. Sweet little Matt, after meeting him was the only time I had ever wanted a little brother.

“Yeah, I’m sure. So when are y’all gonna get this video started? We’ve been sitting here for like 45 minutes.” I playfully nudge his shoulder and glance up at Nash.

“She’s right man, let’s get this shit done!” Nash said as he finished his munchies cereal.

“What would we do without our responsible little Alyson!” Cameron teased as he gave me a quick peck on the cheek. He was always very affectionate towards me (and everybody else) but it hadn’t lost its effect with time.

I shook it off quickly and replied, “Little? Excuse me sir, but I am four months older than you.”

“This is true, but I am five inches taller than you, so therefore, I win.” He said looking pleased with his retort causing me to laugh.

“Your logic has no merit, whatsoever.”

While our little bout of wits was going, Morgan inched herself closer to Cameron and put her arms around his waist.

“So what are we gonna do after you guys finish Cam?” Before he could reply she leaned up and whispered something that I’m sure was rather vulgar into his ear. I looked away as Cam smirked and said, “We’ll see.” only to glance up and see a satisfied smile on Morgan’s face as she looked from Cam to me.

I didn’t understand why she felt like she had to stake her claim on him like he was a prize. It’s not like I could ever compare to her anyway. She was petite with long brown hair and a cute face. Exactly the kind of girl Cam always went for, whereas I was a little on the chunky side. However, I was proportionate. Along with my huge ass, I had a top to match it so I didn’t look too bad. I had eyes that changed from blue to green so often that no one could ever tell what color my eyes were, included myself. And long dark blonde hair that cascaded in natural beachy waves down my back (You could tell I was from Florida). While some guys may have found me somewhat attractive, I wasn’t Cam’s type.

As Nash and Cameron stood in front of the camera and filmed their intro I checked my phone to see Matt had text me.

Where r u?

Come to mine and Carter’s room.

After sending a quick reply I stood up and walked toward the door. Nash, who was setting up the camera on the tarp asked,

“Hey, where you goin’?”

“Matt texted me, I’ll be back in a few.” I picked up a room key from the bedside table before I reached the door.

“But this is gonna be hilarious, you don’t wanna watch us make the video?” Cam asked as he sat down in the chair in front of the camera.

“I’ll be right back, and either way I’ll see the footage.” I teased while opening the door, “see you in a bit.”

Cameron looked a little disappointed as I quickly closed the door. He knew he could get me with that damn puppy dog pout. I swear, it was like he was 4 years old instead of 19.

I walked down the hall and knocked on Matt and Carter’s door. Carter was the one who answered.

“Hey beautiful,” he said giving me a hug as I walked in the door, “You smell good. Why wasn’t I invited to the clam bake?”  I laughed as he attempted a sad face.

“Darlin’, if it was my weed you would have taken the first hit.” I said as I walked over to Matt who was sitting on his laptop.

“Did you partake?” Carter asked sitting down on his bed across from me.

“You tell me.” I had always been really good at acting outwardly sober while on the inside I was flying high.

“Nah, you don’t look it.”

Matt, who still hadn’t looked up from his laptop, gave me a quick one armed hug and said,

“Let me guess, Morgan and Lindsay are in there with them?”

I nodded attempting to show indifference as I laid back on Matt’s bed, to which he gave me a pointed look. That observant little shit was the only person that could tell I had a thing for Cam. He asked me about it almost on a daily basis, but I still hadn’t relented and admitted it to him.

After seeing that he wasn’t going to get me to budge on the subject he said,

“Well, I have some bad news. Mahogany dropped off your suitcase earlier, apparently she’s going to have some company tonight so you’re stuck with us.”

I sighed deeply rubbing my temples, but smiled as I leaned up. Mahogany was a sweet girl, I wasn’t as close to her as I was the boys but we got along fine. It was just when she pulled shit like this that I got a bit annoyed. I would never say anything, of course, I was too much of a people pleaser for that.

“Why do you put up with that bullshit, Aly? I love the girl, but damn, I can’t remember an event that you didn’t have to stay with us at least one night.” Carter stated from his bed, to which I gave a noncommittal shrug.

“You’re too nice, baby girl. Don’t ever change.” I smiled at that.

“So am I bunking with you tonight little brother?” I asked Matt and pulled some fluff from his hair.

“Unless you want to sleep with Carter or any of the other guys, but they might try to jump you. That and they all take over the whole fucking bed.” Matt replied.

I looked flabbergasted from Matt and back to Carter, who shrugged not so innocently,

“I can’t speak for anyone else, but I can’t promise not to do either. You fine, girl.” He said in a semi-serious tone.

I shook my head, “Dear lord, all of y’all are absolutely ridiculous. And either way, I’m not about that cougar lifestyle, ya dig?”

Matt shuddered, “You should never talk like that ever again, kay? Kay.”

“Oh yeah,” I looked at him incredulously before tackling him to the bed, “How do you like that, huh?” I teased as we start play wrestling.

“Oww! Ow! Seriously stop, Aly that hurts.”

I quickly pulled away from him, “Oh shit, I’m sorry! Are you okay?” I asked. I was looking for the source of where I might have hurt him when he started laughing.

“I’m just fucking with you. Damn, Carter’s right. I think instead of being 70% water, you’re made of 70% sugar because you are too sweet.”

I laughed, “You are gonna make some nerdy girl very happy one day with lines like that. I’m gonna hop in the shower, I am tired of smelling dank.”

“No can do girly, maintenance is supposed to be headed up to fix the shower head.” Carter said not glancing up from his phone.

I pouted, before deciding to head back to Nash and Cameron’s room to take one. I grabed my clothes and toiletries before telling the guys that I’d be back later.

When I walked into Nash and Cam’s room, I nearly bumped into Cameron who was walking out of the bathroom with only a towel hanging low at his hips. I’m sure he caught me taking a peek at his v section. You’d think I’d be used to it considering how often they all walk around shirtless. That’s what happens when I let my guard down for one damn second.

“Alyson, you fucking missed it! Cam is the worst best friend ever!” Nash said indicating to all the shit on the tarp.

I laughed, “You’ll have to show me the footage when I get out of the shower.”

Cam gave me a pointed look asking for an explanation.

“Mahogany is having company tonight and Matt and Carter’s shower is fucked up.” I replied squeezing past him to the bathroom. “I’ll be out in a few.”

When he nodded, I closed the door behind me. I turned the hot water on before looking in the mirror. My face was flush red. I hated how easily I blushed all the time and how much the guys liked to point it out. Sighing, I took off my clothes and bracelets before getting in the shower. The inside was a little gross since Cameron had washed all the challenge stuff off, but I didn’t care because the water felt amazing against my aching muscles. Plane rides do some weird shit to a person’s body.

I was drying off when I heard Cam yell, “Ow! Ow! I need stitches.”

Upon hearing the panicked nature of his voice, I quickly wrapped a towel around my body and rushed outside. 

“What happe-… Holy shit.” I said as I assessed the damage. There was blood all over the floor and it was coming from Cam’s foot.

“Real talk though. Hey, call 911 or something.” Cameron said trying to keep his foot off the ground.

I walked over and put his hand on my shoulder as I helped him hobble to the bathroom. Morgan and Lindsay laughing as we went. I couldn’t tell if they were still high or if they were that fucking stupid.

Cameron wasn’t having it either, “I’m not even fucking kidding! Call fucking 911!”

“Call them.”

“I don’t know what to say!”

I honest to god could not believe those bitches. Cameron was bleeding like a fucking dead cow and they were fighting over who had to call because they didn’t want to sound high on the phone.

“91 FUCKING 1! Do you not see my FUCKING LEG?! Call it!” Cameron shouted over his shoulder as we made it into the bathroom.

“Put your foot up and wrap a towel around it!” Nash yelled from the room.

I grabbed a towel as Cameron put his leg up on the sink and wrapped it tightly around his foot, praying to god that someone in that room had dialed 911. I didn’t want to say it to Cam, but it looked really bad. I swore, if they hadn’t called yet I was going to be livid.

“You got this?” I asked as Cameron placed a hand on his foot. He nodded and I fixed my towel before walking back into the room. Nash was blindly making his way to the bathroom as the girls continued to argue over who was going to call. In that moment I saw nothing but red.

“Are you two fucking serious right now?! Cam is in there bleeding like a fucking stuck pig and you two are arguing about who is going to call 911?” I said, willing myself not to hit someone.

The both looked at me shocked, no one had ever seen me get mad before and it wasn’t a pleasant sight. I shook my head at both of them as they walked over to the bathroom, and went over to the bedside table to grab my phone.

“Yes, my friend has cut his foot open on some metal and we need an ambulance.” I say into the phone as I walk back over to the bathroom.

“What’s your password?” Morgan asked holding Cam’s phone. He was about to put it in when I came into his line of view.

“I’m on with the dispatcher right now.” I said looking annoyed at the girls, before telling the dispatcher the hotel we were staying at.

As soon as I got off the phone I set it down and sighed rubbing my temples. I couldn’t even manage to calm myself that much because Cam had once again asked the girls to do one simple little thing and they weren’t budging.

“So do you just want underwear or what?” I couldn’t even tell which one asked at that point, I didn’t care. All I saw was that they were standing there giggling as they asked stupid questions.

“Oh my gosh, if you aren’t going to help, get out of the fucking way. I’m not even trying to be a bitch right now but none of us can deal with your shit.” I said as calmly as I could, moving past them to Cam’s suitcase. By the time I grabbed him a pair of boxer briefs and t shirt, dumb and dumber were walking out the door. I stood in the doorway as Nash washed off in the shower and Cameron checked out his foot.

“Trade you.” I said gesturing to my clothes on the other side of the sink while holding out his.

As he handed me my clothes I asked, “Are you okay? You’re not feeling dizzy or anything?”

Cam shook his head, “No, it doesn’t hurt. I mean I know it should be hurting like a mother freaker right now but I’m just in shock. I feel like I can run a mile.” He looked so flustered as he spoke, I could tell he was running on pure adrenaline at that point.

I nodded, “Alright, I’m just gonna get changed and I’ll help you get outside so we can wait for the ambulance.”

After getting changed I grabbed my bag, packing anything I thought he might need and, slowly but surely, we made it to the entrance of the hotel. The ambulance hadn’t made it yet so I helped him sit down on a bench close to the valet.

I sighed as I sat down next to him, pulling my cigarettes out of my purse. If I ever truly needed a cigarette, it was then. I lit one up and took a long drag keeping the smoke in my lungs for longer than necessary, but it had the desired effect. I felt some of the pressure I had been feeling on my chest slowly start to lift.

In this moment of release, I hadn’t noticed Cameron watching me. He tried to smile when I caught him looking, but he didn’t need to try to be brave for me. I knew how much he hated things like needles and blood so I could see right past the façade. It was my turn to be brave for him.

I smiled, pulling him close with my free hand and giving him a kiss on his temple. “You alright, love? Still not feeling dizzy or sick?”

He leaned into me and shook his head, “Nah, but I would love a cigarette right now.”

I looked at him shocked, I had never seen him smoke a cigarette before, but I wasn’t about to deny him one then. Not after all the shit that had happened in the past half hour.

As I placed one in between his shaking fingers, I said, “Just don’t pick up the habit. I’m bad enough for the both of us.” I winked, trying to lighten the mood as he took a drag and slowly exhaled.

“Just this once, I promise.” he said, I could tell he was already coming down a little bit.

“Thanks for everything, I’d probably still be waiting for them to find my suitcase if you hadn’t been there.” Cameron pulled me closer and squeezed my shoulder placing his head on top of mine.

“You’d have done the same for me.” I replied, quickly brushing off his thanks. “Anyway, I know what it’s like hurt yourself like that and have no one to help you. You shouldn’t have to take care of anything when something like that happens.”

“Was it when this happened?” Cam asked gently taking my wrist in his hand and running his thumb down the length of my scar.

I remained completely still, not even a member of my family had been bold enough to touch my wrists since everything happened. They didn’t want to believe that their sweet Alyson would have attempted to take her life. I suppose in the excitement of things I had forgotten to grab my bracelets.

After a moment I pulled my hand away, “How long have you known?”

“I’ve seen glimpses of them since Nash’s birthday, but I wasn’t sure if they were what I thought they were and I didn’t want to ask until I was sure.” he said running his hand through his hair. “What happened, Alyson? I know you have a hard time with depression and everything, but I didn’t know it got that bad.”

Just as he finished speaking, I heard Nash coming out the entrance. “The ambulance hasn’t made it yet?” he asked.

I looked back at Cam and gave a sad smile, “That’s a conversation for another time.”

Just then the ambulance pulled up, and Nash helped Cameron over to the stretcher.

When we were in the emergency vehicle, Nash pulled out his camera and started filming for their video. I sat off in the corner, knowing that the fans didn’t really like it when other girls were hanging out with the guys. It didn’t matter that I was a part of MAGCON, girls get jealous and I didn’t blame them one bit. I used to get jealous any time I saw a girl with a celebrity I liked, how could I expect them not to?

When Nash turned off the camera he glanced from me to Cameron, “Damn Aly was on point tonight. I have never seen you get pissed off before. I didn’t think it was possible.”

I shrugged at the comment, “Yeah, I want to feel bad about yelling at them, but they were just acting so ridiculous. When someone says call 911 you don’t fuck around like that. Morgan and Lindsay probably hate me now.”

“Even if they do, it doesn’t matter. You’re right they were being stupid, but Momma Bear Aly took control!” Nash said giving me a quick one armed hug.

Outwardly I smiled at the comment, but on the inside I cringed. I had tried my hardest not to let that mothering nature come out. It used to annoy a lot of my friends from home when I did that. It wasn’t that I was trying to act like everyone’s mom, I just always wanted to make sure everyone was safe.  

 Once we got to the emergency room they told Nash that he couldn’t film anything, obviously that didn’t stop him but when he did take a break Cam grabbed my hand and started to pull me from the chair I was in.

“Come here and sit with me.” he said pulling a little harder.

“What if I don’t want to?” I tease as I stand up next to his bed.

“Then I will pout until you do it anyway.” He made that damn pouty face and I rolled eyes as he scooted over on the bed and I sat down, his hand still holding mine.

“I’m gonna go get something to drink, you guys want anything?” Nash asked standing up. Both Cameron and I shook our heads and Nash walked off.

I felt a tug on my sleeve and looked down at Cam, “Will you sing for me? It’ll make me feel better.” Cam asked me quietly.

I blushed, all the guys knew I hated singing in front of people by myself. The only way I would sing and play guitar during the tour was because Shawn would sing with me. However, I couldn’t say no to him. I knew as soon as they bandaged his foot up and told him how many stitches he was going to have to get that he was really scared.

“What do you want me to sing?” I asked, moving to face him.

“The one that you got the lyrics tattoo for your grandma.”

My grandma had passed away over the summer, she was more like a mom to me. When my parents would work swing shifts I always stayed with her. She was my rock, my confidant, and my best friend. My world collapsed when she passed away in late June, a few weeks later I got a tattoo of some Modest Mouse lyrics. I used to play her that song all the time, and she asked me to play it at her funeral.

I nodded at his request, “Your body may be gone, I’m gonna carry you in. In my head, in my heart, in my soul. And maybe we’ll get lucky and we’ll both live again, well I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, don’t think so.”

When I finished the song, I looked up from my phone where I had pretended to pull the lyrics up. I just couldn’t look at Cam while I was singing, it would just make me blush even harder.

“One day, we’re gonna make you sing by yourself. I love Shawn and everything, but you just gave me chill bumps.” Nash said from his chair holding his arm out for me to see. I hadn’t even noticed him sit down, and my face got even more red. I bit my lip and looked back down at my phone,

“Hey,” Cam said taking my phone from my hands so I had to look at him. “He’s right you know, you are so great when it’s just a few people around. Why aren’t you like that on stage?”

I shrug, “I dunno, I’m just better with one on one interactions. I mean haven’t you noticed when we’re around a whole lot of people I get a little quiet, but when it’s just a few of us I’m fine.”

“Well, we’re going to make you get over that. Aren’t you an only child? Shouldn’t you be demanding attention all the time?” Cameron teased handing back my phone.

“Actually, I have a theory about that.” I said quickly. When I was going to college, I was a psychology major so I always came up with random theories whether it was about a specific person or society in general. “I think because I am an only child, I never had to fight for attention unlike you guys who have siblings. So I just don’t know how to.”

“Makes sense.” Nash said and Cameron nodded.

A few minutes later, the doctor on call came over and said, “Okay Mr. Dallas, I’m going to give you the numbing medicine and then we’ll get you stitched up.”

I cringed, I knew from getting my wrists stitched up that the numbing medicine was the worst part. The actual getting stitched was a breeze.

As the doctor filled up the syringe with the numbing medicine, I grabbed Cam’s hand, “Hey, look at me or Nash. Don’t look at your foot.”

Nash and I tried to get him talking so he wouldn’t pay attention to the needle, but that didn’t stop him from jumping when he got the first shot.

“Ow! Sorry, sorry, sorry, that just really hurt.”

“Just say ‘ow!’ don’t move.” said the Doctor as he glanced from the needle to Cameron.

Poor kid had no pain tolerance.

“Alyson, tell me about one of those weird TV shows you watch. I need you to distract me.”

“First off, they are not weird, they’re just not the normal trash you’re used to and secondly okay so Shameless is about this low income family in Chicago. The dad’s an alcoholic and the mom ran off so the oldest sister has to take care of her five younger siblings….”

“… And then Lip finds out that his girlfriend fucked Frank while he was all drugged up from the hospital.”

“And that’s all folks, we’re done.” The doctor said as he started putting away the needle and thread.

“Really, we’re done?” Cam asked leaning up to my level so he could look at his foot. “Well shit, Aly you’ve got me all interested in this show. I wanna watch the pilot when we get back to the hotel.”

“Me too, this sounds good.” said Nash, who was leaning towards us in his chair.

I laughed at their responses and got off the bed so Cameron could sign the discharge papers.

We made it back to the hotel around 5 in the morning and of course Matt had stopped texting me back around 3. The sleeping arrangements for that night were looking a little awkward from my standpoint.

“Just stay in the room with us, you can sleep in the bed with me or Cam.” Nash said as he opened the hotel room door. “But I’m gonna warn you, I will not hesitate to push you off the bed. I do not like sharing.”

Thanks Nash, you’re being super helpful toward the situation, I appreciate it.

“Just sleep with me, I won’t bite unless prompted.” Cameron teased.

“Hey! Stop stealing my lines. They’re cute when I say them because everyone knows I would never do anything like that, but there’s some truth behind them when you say it.” I retort as I made my way over to Cam’s bed and took my sweater off.

“She’s right you know.” Nash said as he stripped down to his boxers on the other side of room.

“Dude, why do always take her side?”

“I only take her side when she’s right, which is most of the time.” Nash winked at me before getting underneath covers and turning off his bedside lamp. “Night guys.”

“Night”

“G’night.”

I sat underneath the blankets, pulling my jeans off where he couldn’t see and kicked them off the bed. Jeans are the most uncomfortable thing to sleep in and I was so tired, I didn’t care at that point. When I looked up at Cam, he leaned his crutches against the bedside table.

“I could sleep on the floor.” he said quietly, not sure if should sit down or not.

“I’m not going to make you sleep on the floor after all the shit you’ve been through tonight. It’s not even a big deal, I’m just prefer to sleep with Matt when I get kicked out of my room, that’s all.”

“Why?”

“Because we respect each other’s space, I stay on my side of the bed and he stays on his. And he’s become like a little brother to me, whereas I’m not as close with everyone else.”

Cameron looked a little hurt by that statement. I grabbed his hand as he sat down on the bed next to me.

“I didn’t mean that you and I aren’t close, we are. It’s just not a brother sister kind of close like it is with Matt. Do y’know what I mean?” I whispered, willing for him to look up at me.

He nodded and placed his other hand on top of mine before turning it over to look at my wrist. I looked away as he reached for the other one and did the same. There was a reason none of the guys knew that I had attempted suicide, and it wasn’t just because I was ashamed of the act itself, it was mostly because they would have wanted to know why. I could tell that was where this conversation was leading as Cameron ran his thumbs up the length of both my scars.

“Does Matt know?” he asked, not moving taking his hands away from mine. I looked up at him and then over to Nash. Cam must have noticed me do this because he too turned around to glance at him. “Don’t worry, he passes out as soon as he hits the pillow.”

I nodded, “All he knows is that I tried to kill myself in October, but he doesn’t know what happened exactly or why. I couldn’t bring myself to tell him. Matt’s like me, he feels everything. And I… I didn’t want him to feel that.”

“I understand why you would think that way, but you can’t keep all this hurt to yourself Aly. It’s not fair for you to take in everything from everybody, but not have an outlet for yourself.” Cam said before he brought both of my wrists to his lips, placing a tender kiss on both of my scars and I started to tear up. Cameron had always been an affectionate person, but to me, that was bordering on the line of intimate.

 “If you feel up to telling me…” Cameron trailed off, probably seeing that my eyes were watering. I looked up at the ceiling, willing the tears in my eyes and the blood in my cheeks to go way before I nodded.

“Turn the light off.” I said quietly, still not looking at him.

Cameron did as I asked, and only then would I look up at him. I could see his outline as he brought his hands back to mine squeezing them gently.

“Okay, so the weekend before I went back to UWF in August, I was at my apartment with my roommate and one of my guy friends from the year before. My roommate and I were drinking, but my friend wasn’t. And when I say drinking, I don’t mean like the kind of drinking I’ve done around you guys, I mean shot after shot after shot of this rum that was 94% proof. I was plastered. The last thing I remember was walking to the pool with him, and even that’s hazy.”

Cameron squeezed my hands a little tighter, I knew he could tell where this was going but he wasn’t going to interrupt me.

“So the next morning, around 6, I woke in bed with him, naked with blood on the sheets. I didn’t know this about him then, but I found out later that he had a thing for virgins. He knew that I was and took advantage of the fact that I was black out drunk. He raped me. I can’t remember anything that happened and I’m still not sure if it’s better that I don’t.” My voice was shaking and silent tears were rushing down my face as I finished that last sentence.

I looked up from my lap to Cam’s face to see that his face was wet from tears too. His expression was a mixture of despondency and rage.

He looked like he was about to say something before I cut him off, I had finally started my story and I was going to finish it.

“I didn’t tell anybody what had happened until about two weeks before I tried to, you know. I had trouble admitting it to myself, let alone other people. Anyway, one night in early October, I hadn’t slept in two days so I took two of my sleeping medication and I just couldn’t get the thoughts out of my head. I felt disgusted with myself, like I was ruined. So I called my cousin Jamie because I felt like I needed a guy to validate what I was feeling. Something he said made me feel like it was my fault. I don’t blame him for what I did, he just said the wrong thing at the wrong time.”

Tears were falling down my cheeks faster and faster as I continued, “So when I got off the phone with him, I went into the bathroom and broke apart a razor and did this.” I whispered, gesturing to my wrists. “After sitting in the tub for a while, I realized how many people I would hurt, so I woke up my roommate and she took me to the hospital. I wasn’t admitted or anything because I made it out like it was mostly the sleeping medicine, so they just stitched me up and sent me home.”

Eventually he placed his hands on either side of my face, willing me to look at him. “Listen to me, that fuckwad did not ruin you. You are one of the most amazing people I have ever met, and you have the most beautiful heart. No one has taken that away from you and the only way it can be taken away is if you leave. Don’t ever do that again, you’d be taking away something too good and too pure from the world. And it’s not fair for you to do that with good and pure things being so sparse nowadays.”

I nodded and Cameron laid down on the bed, pulling me to his chest and wrapping his arms around me. We stayed like that for a while, neither of us spoke, but I felt tears that weren’t mine fall on my cheek.

That was the first night that I fell asleep in Cameron Dallas’s arms.

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Maggie brings home a very drunk Beth to a very amused Daryl

[Set in Tiny Apartment Verse because I couldn’t resist.]

“Whoopsie!” The exclamation, preceded by several thumps and followed by a flurry of giggles, was Daryl’s first indication of just how Beth’s night out with her older sister had gone.

His second indication was when he opened the door at the sound of their fumbling to find Beth draped over her sister, still giggling, while a guilty looking Maggie held her up and attempted to rummage in Beth’s pockets for her keys.

“Daryl! Oh thank god,” Maggie breathed out. “Beth couldn’t find her keys, and then-”

“DARYL!” Beth’s too-bright exclamation cut Maggie off as her eyes fixed on him in the doorway. She seemed to light up; the way she always did when she saw him but fueled, it seemed, by what he could only guess was a few too many drinks. “You’re here! I’m so glad ‘cause I missed you. I did, ask Maggie. Didn’t I miss him, Mags? Didn’t I?”

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Summary: Michael is getting mobbed and you offer an escape route.

A/N: This idea suddenly came to me a couple of weeks ago and I’ve been meaning to write it ever since. I have like a full plot for this story and I’m thinking of maybe making this into a series, does anyone want to see another part??? Also, I made Y/N British…idk why. Sorry if this is really badly written, as I spell checked it all, I felt that it sounded really awkward? Idek why I even bothered to post it haha. Anyway…on with the story:

You knew from Twitter that 5SOS were in England…but 5 minutes away from your home? That was just too perfect. As soon as you saw the grainy fan picture of Calum in the Drop Dead store not too far from your house, you jumped into your car and drove there as fast as you could. Now would probably be a good time to mention that 5 Seconds of Summer were your favourite band (Michael in particular was your favourite but that didn’t mean you didn’t love all of the other boys just the same).

As you slowly drove past Drop Dead, you could see out of the corner of your eye, a huge crowd of girls a few stores down. Calum must have left the shop already. The girls were crowded outside the entrance of some other store that sold band tees and you decided to park in the car park outside so that you were only a few metres away from the horde.

You parked and then opened your car door, swinging your legs to the side so they were dangling out and the steering wheel was next to your left elbow. You decided not to join the mob as it was pointless, you would be at the back and wouldn’t have a chance of meeting any of the boys anyway. However, determined not to give up, you decided to remain in your car in the hope that the mob might die down and you could finally meet your idols.

You leant back and turned up the volume of your car stereo whereby All Time Low was being played because you’d left the disc in the last time you’d driven and hadn’t changed the station in your hurry to get into the city and meet 5SOS. You watched the girls screaming and chanting for a while, screwing your face up at the madness of it all. You felt sorry for the band who had to experience this sort of thing everyday.

All of a sudden, a gap seemed to form in the crowd and a tuft of red hair appeared whom you identified as Michael. You sat up straight in your car and it took everything in you not to scream out his name to get his attention. Your heart was beating fast, he looked like a deer in headlights, scanning his surroundings until his eyes focused on you. There were manicured hands grabbing the sleeves of his denim jacket and pulling him in every direction, he looked kind of scared.

“Need a get-away ride?” you asked him, raising your voice so he could hear you. You tried to act cool but your voice wavered a bit.

Michael didn’t even offer you a reply as he ran towards your car. You swung your legs back to their driving position and slammed your door shut and started the ignition. Michael leaped into the passenger seat next to you and shut his door behind him. As soon as his seatbelt was on, you reversed your car out of its parking position and began to manoeuvre away from the masses of girls banging on your window and your car.

As Michael caught his breath back you started to speak, “Well aren’t you Mr. Popular? Do you get into random girls’ cars often then?”

Michael laughed breathlessly at your comment and for the first time since he jumped into your car, he spoke,

“No, I try not to make a habit of it, but shit happen y’know?.”

You smiled at him for a second as you took your eyes off of the road. “I’m Y/N by the way.”

“Michael.”

“I know who you are.” you replied, feeling awkward as soon as you’d said it.

“Oh God, you’re not a crazed fan are you?” he asked with obvious worry in his voice.

“I’m a fan, but I wouldn’t say I’m crazy…but I’ll let you be the judge of that,” you said. “Even if I was trying to kidnap you, that would imply it was against your will. But if I remember correctly, it was you who jumped into my car.”

Michael nodded, “That’s true. But it’s good to hear that you’re not crazy. I’ve had too many weird fan experiences for one lifetime.”

You made a mental note to ask him about these ‘weird fan experiences’ later and took another random left turning at the traffic lights and proceeded to roll down the road,

“I’m sorry but I don’t know where I’m meant to be taking you.” you said.

“I have no idea which hotel I’m in,” Michael realised, “I’ll ring one of the boys but they were with me when we were getting mobbed so they might not be able to pick up. Could you just drive around some random hotels and I’ll see if I recognise any of them?”

“Sure.” you replied, turning on your indicator and turning right.

-***-

You were surprising yourself how natural you were acting around Michael, aka the love of your life. You ran a Twitter account dedicated to him for God’s sake.

As it turned out, the rest of the band had been too preoccupied to answer Michael’s calls so he left them all voicemails to let them know he was okay. You’d shown him around 7 hotels but none of them looked familiar to Michael. During the journeys between hotels, Michael had been explaining how he’d got separated from the rest of the band and how he’d tried to escape the mob of girls. You listened to him sympathetically.

After Michael denying recognition of yet another hotel, you said, “Well that was the last one I know of in this area…What do you want to do now?”

Michael looked down at his hands, “I have no idea. Is there a cafe you could drop me off at, where I could wait for the boys to ring me?”

“I couldn’t leave you on your own! Some girls might find you and mob you again!” you said, …Also, I’m not quite ready to say goodbye to you yet, you said to yourself.

“You’ve done far too much for me already Y/N. What other option do I have?”

“I can take you back to my place. We can chill there for a while, and I can make you my renowned spaghetti bolognese, and if someone texts you the address of your hotel, I’ll drive you there in time for your show tonight,” you said, hoping that you weren’t coming off as too strong.

“That sounds amazing Y/N. Are you sure it wouldn’t be too much trouble?” he asked.

You shook your head and began the route back to your home. You really hoped that you hadn’t left your room in too much of a mess if you were taking an international rock star back to your house.