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01. Must Have Energy - Kim NamJoon fanfic

AN*  So I ran across a “Bed Sharing AU” prompt list with 8 prompts and thought it’d be a great exercise to explore writing fanfics again, this time for BTS instead of anime. I just recently wrote “Grief” which is the first fanfiction I’ve written in 3 years… the first anything I’ve written in 3 years actually.  So don’t be too hard on me.  I intend this to be the first in a series, using all 8 prompts with different members.  8 prompts, 7 members… the 8th will be a surprise.

A special thanks to BTS… for giving me inspiration and re-igniting my passion to write again. (Gif credit to original owner.)

02. Kim SeokJin - Mama Mo’s

03. Min Yoongi - You’re Mine

04. Jung HoSeok - My Hope

05. Park Jimin - Awkwardly Perfect

06. Kim TaeHyung - The BPP

07. Jeon JungKook - Call Me Kookie

08. BTS - Hawaiian Thunderstorm

Originally posted by trash-for-bangtan

Must Have Energy

Prompt: The heater broke and I’m freezing get over here!

Pairing: Kim NamJoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff, oneshot (smut light)

Word Count: 4.1K

“Come ooooon….” you whined into the phone.

“I seriously don’t know what you expect me to do!” NamJoon laughed on the other end.

“You’re a man!  Men fix things!  So fix it for me!” You knew you were being unreasonable, but the chill creeping into your bones was no joke.

“Well… I can’t argue with logic like that,” he laughed again. You rolled your eyes.

“Are you coming or not?”

“Let me see what I have and I’ll head over… I can’t promise anything though.”  You sighed in relief.

“Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you,” you shot out as fast as you can.  “Hopefully I won’t be a popsicle by the time you get here.”

“Hurry up… got it!” You could practically hear the smirk on his face. “See you in a few…”

“Minutes right? Not hours!?” you shot back.  He just laughed.

“Go put on a coat or something… the longer I’m on the phone, the longer it’ll take me to get there…”

“BYE!” you said a little too loudly, immediately hanging up.  Thank God for NamJoon.  You don’t know what you would do right now if he wasn’t an option.  Why did the heater have to go out now… in the middle of a frickin’ snowstorm!? You had no money to hire a professional, who would charge overtime because it was a weekend… and you had no clue how to fix anything!

At least with Joon there was a chance of success… a pretty high chance… well… 50-50 maybe.  You didn’t know him all that well, but you had hung out a few times… and when you were with a group, you managed to find each other and would go into your own little world sometimes.  He was sweet, and funny, and the dude was a genius.  He never tired of telling you about the latest books he’d read or the random information about some tree as you walked past one in the park.  But could you trust him not to burn the house down?

You shook your head. Who cares if he burned the house down!? Then you’d at least be warm again!  You had on a t-shirt under a sweater and leggings on under your jeans, fuzzy socks on your feet tucked into fuzzy slippers, and you were still starting to shiver.

You should have called him earlier!  You were just hoping against hope that the heater would fix itself this morning, and now that it was afternoon, you were desperate.  Instead of a coat, as NamJoon suggested, you grabbed the comforter off your bed and snuggled in to wait on the couch.  At least the power wasn’t out… you flipped on the TV hoping there was a show about the tropics or something that would mentally warm you while you waited.

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One year, after Keith had carved his pumpkin for Halloween, he came home from school to find bright pink eyebrows painted on it.

When Shiro saw it, he immediately started laughing hysterically, so Keith obviously blamed him for it, despite Shiro’s protests to the contrary.

(It was actually their dad.)

Keith, to this day, still blames Shiro.

For The Ages

Jughead is crazy nervous about the thing currently weighing down his pocket.

A/N: okay so I’ve been on a chick-flick spree which resulted in this cheese-filled one shot. Fair warning: this has copious amounts of fluff and zero smut. Thanks for reading!


“You okay, Jug?” Betty asked, eyeing her apparently too-nervous-for-words boyfriend as he shuffled on his feet, unable to stay still.

“Yeah, no, I’m fine. It’s just a bit chilly, wouldn’t you agree?” He asked and she shrugged, thankfully not asking for his jacket as they walked down the empty streets of Riverdale. It had been a while since they had come back here. After everything that had happened with Jason and Fred and Cheryl, Jughead and Betty couldn’t wait to get out of this small, once-perfect town. The only people they missed were their families – but Riverdale itself they were all too ready to bid goodbye to (well maybe except to Pop Tate).

“It’s weird being back here, isn’t it? Being alumni in Riverdale High and everything,” Jughead said, as they turned a corner. Betty’s smile was laced with nostalgia as she smiled at the empty streets. Riverdale had become even smaller since their leaving. It seemed most of the town had a similar idea about the safety of Riverdale following all the chaos that had happened.

“Yeah. I mean, I know this town wasn’t ever really safe but it still makes me feel… safe – is that weird?”

“It’s understandable,” Jughead said, slipping his hand into hers and intertwining their fingers. She smiled up at him.

“So, remind me why you wanted to come to Riverdale, again?”

“I told you! My dad wanted to see us.”

“Your dad wanted to see you.

“Betty, by this point, I’m pretty sure he loves you more than he loves me. When you went to get the pie, he wouldn’t stop talking about you. It was actually borderline creepy,” Jughead said, rolling his eyes. Betty chuckled as they walked past the newly constructed mall, where the drive-in had once stood. They looked at it and sighed. It was so out of place in Riverdale. The fanciness of a mall was unnecessary and stood out as too glamorous in the quiet neighbourhood. The couple eyed it distastefully.

“I mean, I guess it adds a new layer…?”

“It’s hideous, Betty,” he replied matter-of-factly and Betty had to agree.

“It really is the nail in the coffin that is Riverdale, isn’t it?” She echoed his words back at him and he grinned at her.

“Don’t remind me, Cooper. It was a dark time for me,” Jughead said, although they both knew he had written almost too many articles about his beloved drive-in since. Of course, they had all remained on his laptop – god knows people in New York couldn’t give less of a shit about a tiny drive-in closing in Riverdale and the sentiments it awakened in one of the best investigative journalists in the city. Besides, publishing articles about the drive-in sort of went against the whole good riddance feeling.

Betty glanced at her watch:

10:00 p.m. it read and she frowned. Jughead wanted to go to see Pop Tate (apparently the drive-in wasn’t where the sentimentality ended) but surely he would know that the diner would be closed right now. After all, he had basically lived there for a major part of his life.

“Jug, are you sure Pop Tate’s going to be up this late?” She asked as they managed to tear their eyes away from the anomaly that was the mall and continue their stroll.

“I told him I was coming so yes, I think he’ll stay open. Especially since I gave him the most business he’s ever had,” he said, wearing this accomplishment like a badge of honour. Betty raised an eyebrow at this in amusement, flustering him.

“What? He told me. He even had my picture put up in the diner when we left,” he said, although his ears were turning a little red. His mentioning the day they left brought back a flood of memories to Betty. Jughead and her had managed to get into universities in New York while Veronica and Archie were separated by an ocean – Archie was going abroad to study music. But, in their case, distance did make the heart grow fonder, it seemed. Betty and Jughead soon found themselves to be academic rivals which somehow only seemed to make their relationship stronger.

They were the couple that wasn’t meant to last. The couple that was running on “borrowed time” (as Jughead so eloquently put it in a fit of anger). And yet, here they were, seven years later – walking hand-in-hand as if they’d just gotten together last week.

Isn’t this what people like us – who have gone through what we’ve gone through – do?”

For the second time Jughead’s words echoed in Betty’s head. It made her smile to see where they were. Walking in the same place where they had started. It brought a smile to her face which Jughead noticed.

“What is it?”

“The last time we did this, there was a killer on the loose,” she replied and he laughed.

“I mean, statistically speaking, there is probably at least one right now, too.”

“Shut up. You know what I mean.”

“It’s nice,” he agreed and she smiled, adjusting her hand in his.

They approached the diner. It had somehow remained the only constant in Riverdale. The sign was still lit up and the warmth from within welcoming as they entered. The jukebox was already playing softly when they walked in and Betty sighed, allowing nostalgia and a real feeling of home wash over her as she inhaled the familiar scent of burgers and coffee. You had to look closely to see any changes – the booths were slightly more worn, the jukebox dustier, the floor holding a few more stains – but it remained more or less the same. Jughead hung back to shut the door behind them as Betty walked forward towards their regular booth.

“Where’s Pop Tate? In the–” she stopped short when she turned around to face Jughead. With both hands, he was holding a small black box. It was unassuming but Betty stood with bated breath.

Somehow she hadn’t seen this coming.

But now that she thought about it, it all made sense: the nervousness, the insistence on going to the diner, Jughead constantly feeling his pocket throughout the evening.

“Betty Cooper,” he began and then paused and Betty saw tears form in his eyes. She stood there frozen, waiting.

“Betty Cooper,” he began again after swallowing a few times, “you have been everything to me. For seven years, you have been my rock, my support system, and the only person who has believed in and stood by me through thick and thin. When I told you my dad wanted us to come to Riverdale that wasn’t strictly true. Well, actually it was true – he did badger me to come,” Betty let out a laugh at this and only then was aware of tears in her own eyes, “but I more wanted to meet your family. Not your dad – couldn’t care less about him – but I wanted to meet Polly. I wanted to meet Polly so I could ask her if I could–” he paused again, words apparently failing him. Betty took a step towards him, raising her eyebrows, asking him to continue.

He swallowed again.

“Not that I need anyone’s permission or that you’re anyone’s to give away. But I spoke to Archie who spoke to Veronica, who spoke to Kevin and they told me that I should talk to Polly. I know it’s old-fashioned but you know, it’s me – I’m an old soul. Sorry, I’m rambling,” he said, looking away and hastily wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. Betty gave another laugh at this.

“It’s just… I never thought I would ever get… well, this. I never thought I could ever be so lucky. I never thought I would be lucky enough to meet my soulmate. Good god, this sounds cheesy as hell, doesn’t it? Sorry. I guess what I’m saying is: Betty Cooper, I had been irrevocably in love with you for the last seven years of my life and they have, without doubt been the best seven years a man could possibly hope for. With that said, would you do me the absolute honour and privilege of being my wife?”

She slowly came closer and, placing her hands on his cheeks –

“Yes.”

And she kissed him.

No matter how unexpected this had been, she realised, in that moment, that she didn’t even have to think about what her response was going to be. It had always been there – at the tip of her tongue just waiting to be said. 

After all, their love was one for the ages.

Imagine giving Chris his birthday presents.

A/N: Part 4 😊 How cute is he in that gif though. You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and ‘She Said Yes’ - Masterlist; ‘Miss Graduate’: Part 1/Part 2A/2B/2C/Part 3)

You and Dodger woke before Chris did on his birthday. Both of you snuck out of the bed and headed downstairs so you could start on breakfast as well as get his presents in order. You didn’t lie when you said you got him things he’d like and use, like baseball caps, plaid shirts, and socks. You did, but you also got him more than just things. You’d made him something a lot like the notebook; a montage filled with videos and photos of the two of you from the moment you met until now. The entire soundtrack for the montage consisted of Ed Sheeran- ‘Thinking Out Loud’, 'Photograph’, 'Kiss Me’, and 'Perfect’- because his songs always cleverly depicted your relationship with Chris. You smiled every time you listened to Ed Sheeran now, because you still couldn’t believe he was going to be singing at your wedding. Yeah, nothing you’d done or could’ve done for Chris on any of his birthdays was ever going to top what he did for you on your twentieth.

“Something smells good,” you heard Chris’ voice and footsteps as he entered the kitchen. He scratched Dodger’s head as he passed him, walking over to you to hug you from behind as you finished serving up a feast; bacon, eggs, pancakes, hash browns, sausages- the works. “Morning, beautiful.” He kissed your lips when you turned in his arms, humming, “mm mm. Happy birthday to me,” he mumbled against your lips.

“Happy birthday, indeed,” you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Do you want gifts first, or after breakfast?” You asked and he smirked, which gave you the answer you wanted. “Gifts first it is,” you giggled, removing your arms from his neck and taking his hand so you could pull him over to the couch. “Close your eyes,” you instructed as you dragged him along, beckoning Dodger along too. “Okay, now sit.”

“Are you talking to me, or Dodger?”

“Both.” You giggled and pushed him back by the shoulders, watching slight panic wash over his face as he fell back; relief replaced it when he landed on the couch. You sat down on the coffee table in front of him, right next to the gifts. “Okay…” You’d lined up the gifts up, starting from: a gift you’d bought for Dodger to give to Chris, a gag gift from yourself, to the practical items, to the montage- which was set and ready to go on your iPad. “You can open now.” You said and Chris did as he was told, raising an eyebrow at the bone themed wrapping paper. “Dodger picked it out,” you stifled your laughter when Chris snickered.

“Thanks, bud,” Chris looked over at Dodger and nodded at his oblivious pal. “It’s a fantastic wrapping paper,” he continued praising Dodger, trying not to smile when he heard you giggling. “You made a great choice,” he said with heavy emphasis on the word 'great’. “I wonder what it is,” he started tearing into the wrapping, laughing when he revealed a tube of tennis balls. He shook his head at you with a great big grin on his face, making you laugh. “I see he decided to get something practical too, something we can share.”

“You know Dodger, he’s a very 'sharing-is-caring’ kinda dog.” Chris chuckled and put the tube to the side, holding out his hand for his next gift. “Okay, this one’s from me.” You bit back your smile as you passed him your gag gift. “I think you’re going to love it, it’s definitely going to be something you use everyday.”

“Awesome,” he smiled as he opened the gift, revealing what appeared to be his NASA cap. “Uh…” He turned it to face you and quirked his right brow, “I already have one of these.” You tried not to laugh as you nodded; you’d actually just wrapped his old NASA cap to see if he’d notice. “Well, it is one of my favorite caps so…I guess- thank you?” He chuckled when he took a closer look, “you could’ve found a newer one to buy, this one looks like it’s been worn out.”

“That’s 'cause it’s second hand,” you told him, covering your mouth with your hand to hide your smile. “It actually belongs to a very talented Bostonian actor, I’d consider it a collectible.” It was that moment when Chris realized what you’d done; he burst into laughter- full body laughter, leaning back against the couch and pressing one hand against his stomach as the other covered his mouth. “It was very hard to come by, so I hope you appreciate it.” You laughed along with him, patting his knee with your hand.

“That’s fucking gold,” he choked on his laughter, wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes. “Tell you what, the next time- try and see if you can score me Chris Evans’ favorite sunglasses. I think I could really use it to go with this hat,” he winked and you giggled. “Your brother said you loved rewrapping things around the house to give as gifts when you were a kid, I can imagine how much fun christmases and birthdays were around your house.”

“Oh, they were plenty fun,” you nodded, laughing. “I was so good at giving gifts, everyone always really enjoyed their gifts from me. It’s like they just knew they were going to need it.” Chris buried his face in his hands as he continued to laugh uncontrollably. “I know,” you smiled as he dropped his hands, “I’m adorable.”

“Yes you are,” he grabbed your wrist and gently tugged at you, gesturing you off the table and onto his lap. You did as he orchestrated, taking the actual gifts in your hands to give to him as you sat in his lap; gifts you’d actually bought. “You really don’t need to buy me things, Y/N.” He told you as he unwrapped. “I don’t need things when I’ve got you, you’re everything.”

“Yeah, I know.” You kissed his cheek and he smiled as he pulled out the blue and green plaid shirts you’d bought him. “But you could use some new stuff in your wardrobe,” you said and he hummed in agreement. He unveiled a pair of black Mickey Mouse socks, chuckling, then grinned at the personalized Patriots cap you’d bought him; on the back it had 'Evans’ embroidered in white. “I know I’m not Ilaria, but I’d like to think I’ve got enough style to buy you some clothes.”

“You’re kidding, right?” He put the items aside and tightened his arms around your waist. “You have incredible style. Even Ilaria said so, she said she might just quit when we get married because my wife should be taking over her job of dressing Chris Evans.”

“You’re a sweetheart.” You pressed another kiss to his cheek before you reached forward to grab your iPad. “Here you go,” you passed him the iPad with the montage pulled up and ready to play. “This is your last gift for today. Well-” you whispered into his ear, making him laugh softly through his nose, “excluding the bedroom stuff.”

“Nice to know that Victoria Secret bag you hid in the back of the closet is actually for me,” he winked and you scrunched your nose at him. “Okay, what’s this?” He quizzed, then answered his own question when he saw the title of the montage: 'Our Almost Three Years’. “Are you serious, Y/N? You know Dad said my teeth can’t handle anymore of your sweetness,” he joked and you chuckled, leaning your head against his. “Should I grab a tissue box?”

“I’d say no, but we both know you’re a bit of a cryer.” You teased and he chuckled, nodding. “Don’t worry about tissues, what’s a fiancée for if you can’t use her shoulder to cry on.” He smiled and kissed your cheek before pressing the play button. “I love you, Chris,” you whispered as Ed Sheeran’s voice starting singing 'Thinking Out Loud’ and the first photograph you ever took together slid onto the screen. You and Chris smiled in reminiscent; it was at the airport just as you were both leaving Starbucks for the boarding gate. “Even more so today than the first day we met.”

“Me too, sweetheart.” His arm tightened around you, holding you close to him as you both continued to take a stroll down memory lane. It was nice to relive all your best moments together, to see all the old photos you’d taken throughout your time together as well as rewatch all the old videos you’d filmed of each other. You could really see when the two of you fell in-love, when the friendly smiles turned into longing gazes. Chris was incredibly thankful to see a collation of all those moments, he could’ve watched that video forever. “Me too,” he repeated, sighing with absolute satisfaction.

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Part 5A

Go For It (FPxReader)

FP Jones.

You never expected to catch feelings for someone when you moved to Riverdale, but FP Jones seemed to be the rare exception.

You moved to Riverdale for a fresh start. After finishing college at NYU, you decided that a small town was the right break you needed from the big city. So, you packed up your things and left for a town that wasn’t well-known so you could be hidden from the noise and the bright lights.

You quickly got a job at Pop’s and started making friends with all the frequent customers, your favorite being Jughead Jones.

He came in every night and the two of you always got to sit down and hang out. Despite him being a couple years younger than you, he was easily your best friend.

One day, he came in with Archie (who you were also close to), Fred Andrews (who you adored, since he was such a sweetheart), and a man you have never met before.

“His dad?”, you whispered to yourself. You could only see the back of his head.

Straightening your skirt and tightening your ponytail, you grabbed the notepad and pencil used to take orders and walked over to their table.

“Hey boys,” you say in a cheery voice. “Did ya wanna order something or did ya just come to see me?”

They laughed. “We’re always here to see you, Y/N,” Fred says. “How have you been?”

“I’ve been great! Just got a new dog named Smallfry, and he’s adorable! Juggie already met him.”

“It’s a golden retriever,” he adds. “So the name ‘Smallfry’ is just condescending.”

You let out a laugh. “Well he’s small NOW! And it’ll be an even more adorable name when he grows up.”

You and Juggie share a smile. He gestures to the man in front of him. “Oh, Y/N, this is my dad. Dad, this is my friend, Y/N L/N.”

You turn to get a good look at his dad and- oh. He was freakin’ gorgeous. Like, who the hell still looks that good at his age? Not that his age even matters to you, but damn.

You shake the thoughts out of your head as you stick out your hand. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Jones,” you say as he shakes it. “I’m glad I FINALLY get to meet my bestie’s dad.”

He laughs. “It’s nice to meet you too, Y/N. Your 'bestie’ has told me a lot about you.”

Jughead groans at the nickname, making you smile.

“So what can I get you boys?”

They all give you their orders and you write them down as quickly as you could.

“I’ll have these ready in no time,” you say as you turn around.

“Oh Y/N?”

You whip around to make eye contact with Jughead’s dad. “Yes, Mr. Jones?”

He never takes his eyes off you as he speaks. “Call me FP. Mr. Jones is my old man.”

You giggle, your heart fluttering. “Gotcha, FP.”

Racing to the kitchen, you try to catch your breath.

“Holy shit, Y/N,” you whisper. “Control your fucking feelings. This is your best friend’s dad.”
You prepare the milkshakes as the chefs prepare the food. Soon, you bring all the food to the table.

“Here ya go, boys,” you say, your New York accent strong.

“Thanks, Y/N,” Archie says, grabbing your hand. “You honestly
make the greatest milkshakes in the history of history.”

“Y/N made these?”, FP questions. He takes a sip. “This is incredible. Nice job, princess.”

You feel a blush creep onto your face when you hear his nickname for you. “Thanks, FP. I used to make them all the time in New York. My roommate craved them 24/7.”

“Oh, so you’re a city girl? What made you come to our small town?”

“I needed a break from the bright lights. I just finished college, and I wanted to get a fresh start someplace small.”

He looked intrigued. “Do you like it here?”

“Oh I love it! Working here is great, I finally found the fresh start I needed, and I’ve made some amazing friends.” You smile at Juggie and Archie when you say this.

FP smiles. “Well, princess, you seem to fit in really well. Thanks for keepin’ my boy sane while he writes his stories.”

“Who wants to be sane?”, you and Jughead say in unison. You nudge him before continuing, “sometimes it’s good to lose control.”

You see the glint in FP’s eyes as you speak. “Enjoy your food, boys. Stay as long as you want.” You swing your hips a little more as you walk away.

You spent the rest of your shift taking orders and making milkshakes, like always. The boys left after about an hour, FP leaving you a $20 tip.

At around 12am, your shift ended and you were just sitting in one of the booths, waiting for your friend to come in and take over. Nursing a strawberry milkshake, you hear the door open and you stand up to meet the customer. Upon noticing it was FP, your heart fluttered.

“Mr. Jones, welcome back! What can I get you?”

He chuckles as he slides into the booth you were sitting in. “It’s FP, Y/N. 'Mr. Jones’ makes me sound older than I already am.”

You threw your head back in laughter. “Well, FP, what can I get you?”

“One of Y/N L/N’s world famous milkshakes.”

Rolling your eyes, you walked to the kitchen, shouting, “coming right up!”

You quickly whipped up a chocolate shake and walked back to FP, making sure to swing your hips even more.

You set the milkshake in front of him. “Here ya go, Jones. It’s on me.”

“Thanks, L/N. You’re the best.”

You smirk and slide back into the booth, taking a sip of your strawberry shake. “I know right?”

He chuckles. “Watch it, city girl. Cockiness ain’t exactly a winning trait in a small town like this.”

“But it’s a winning trait for me,” you say with a wink. You really shouldn’t be flirting right now, but you couldn’t help it. He was sweet and hilarious and. So. Damn. Hot.

NO. Y/N. STOP. He’s your best friend’s dad. Juggie means so much to you, you’d do anything to keep your friendship, including hiding your feelings.

FP leans back in his seat. “You’re different from everyone in this town. A good different. More…happy.”

You smile. Before you could get a word out, your phone starts blasting Believer by Imagine Dragons and you know it’s Jughead calling.

“Oh, I’ll be right back,” you say to FP. “It’s Jughead calling.”

He nods in understanding as you step outside and pick up the call. “Hey Juggie,” you sat into the phone. “What’s up?”

“Is my dad there?”

“Yea, he’s here. How’d ya know?”

“Go for it.”

You were taken aback. “Wait what?”

He sighed. “I know this is seriously weird to say, but I saw the way you two look at each other. He didn’t even start drinking when we got to Archie’s because he kept asking questions about you. You actually kept him sober, Y/N. Something I could never do.”

“Juggie, are you telling me to seduce your dad?”

He groaned. “Don’t say it like that!”

You laughed out loud. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? I mean, I do feel something, but if it’s too weird for you-”

“Y/N, I trust you. I want both you and my dad to be happy. I’ve stopped hoping for my family to get back together. You’ve helped me realize that. It’s time for my dad to find someone that could make him a better man.”

You smiled widely. “I love you, Juggie.”

“Love you too, Y/N. Now, GO FOR IT.”

You laugh and hang up the phone, running back inside.

“Everything alright?”, FP asks, standing up.

You think for a moment before asking, “FP, do you wanna go out sometime?”

He smiles. “I’d love to. Tomorrow. My place. I’ll text you the address.”

“Give me your phone.”

You two put your numbers in each other’s phones. At that moment, your friend walked in for her shift and FP walked you to your car.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.”

You lightly kiss his cheek. “Until then, Jones.”

You got in your car and drove off, giggling to yourself. When you get home, you pull out your phone and immediately smile at the 6 messages you received.

Ronniekins💋: We heard the news bitch! We’ll help you get ready!!

BettyBabes💕: My place. Tomorrow. YOU’RE GONNA LOOK GORGEOUS!!!!

Archiekins🎶: Scoring Jones, I see. I’ll kill him if he tries anything… BUT HAVE A BLAST!!!!!

JuggieJones🍔: I KNEW YOU’D GO FOR IT N/N

KevinGBF😘: HEARD SOMEONE SCORED A DILF!!! NICE👏👏👏

FP😍😊: Can’t wait for tomorrow. Goodnight, city girl :)

When I actually got into Good Robert (slept w him first NOT KNOWING had to fix it) I could not stop laughing about the idea of what a fuckboi Robert COULD have messaged Dadsona w Amanda RIGHT THERE

“W-y-d?”
“What you doing, Dad. DUH. Send back "just chillin.” NO G, Dad. THATS LAME.“

She’s standing behind her socially inept father when Robert sends back a

"cool…. what are u wearing ;)”

She’s stunned silent. Horrified. And she’s not sure if her dad answering with a “??? My clothes??? You saw me this morning at the grocery store?” is better or worse bc it means HE DIDNT GET IT HOW DID HE NOT GET IT THERE WAS A WINKY FACE THATS A CLASSIC SEXT STARTER AND HOLY SHIT HER DAD HAS NEVER ONCE HAD SEX NOT EVER NOT ONCE THATS N O T ALLOWED

Auston Matthews - Part 22

How am I already at part 22?? 

The next week is a whirlwind of planning, packing and hidden tears. My final request to the university was to be housed someplace that allowed me to bring my two dogs, because there was no way in hell I was leaving them on top of leaving my parents. So I spent many hours on the phone and computer trying to find a place that wasn’t downtown (as much as I had loved being downtown while staying at Auston’s, there was no way I wanted that for myself every day), and that had plenty of space for my girls to run.

               Finally settling on a neighborhood that was not yet completely developed, I was able to get a good price for a house that was much bigger than I expected with two additional bedrooms besides the master. The university expected me to choose two roommates to join me there, which I had absolutely no plans to do so, and the university wasn’t too pleased about it but agreed regardless. I’m not a huge fan of being around people more than I have to be.

               Auston tried to be helpful in pointing out various things in different neighborhoods that I was looking into, but eventually he had to give Mitch my number because I was being so picky. Which resulted in a chain reaction of my number being handed out to several players on the team which then resulted in gaining several new snapchat friends. Who, because they are just so “gracious” as Mitch put it, send me snapchats night and day of Auston, “to help me cope with the separation” as Mitch also put it.

               Most all of the snaps were of Auston with either a grumpy expression on his face at being photographed or with pink cheeks which I’m sure was from one of his teammates giving him a hard time. To be completely honest, they were always the highlight of my day. In addition, I had started watching the Leafs more than I had before, which annoyed me but I couldn’t help it. I missed Auston already and seeing him on the ice was calming, and afterwards he would always find a private place to call me.

               I glance at the clock and do the quick calculation of what time it is in L.A, and almost instantly my phone vibrates on my dresser. I scramble over the many boxes in my way and snatch up the phone, seeing the new very familiar name flash across my screen.

               “Hello?” I ask a bit breathlessly for having only ran ten feet.

               “You always answer like you don’t know who’s calling,” Auston’s voice says through the speaker, a teasing tone to his words.

               “Sometimes I don’t, especially after that conversation with Mitch two days ago,” I reply, flopping down on my bed.

               “Yeah, that’s not going to happen again.” Auston huffs into the phone and I giggle.

               “You weren’t very nice to him afterwards,” I remind him, grinning at my ceiling.

               Auston makes some noise into the phone and I burst out laughing again.

               “He just wanted to make sure I knew how much you missed me,” I tease.

               “I don’t miss you,” Auston grumbled into the phone and I bite my lip to hold in another laugh. “That’s it, we need to facetime instead, it’s driving me crazy hearing you laugh and not getting to see it.”

               Before I can say anything back the phone call is ended and within seconds a facetime request comes through.

               “Hi,” I say shyly, the screen popping up with Auston’s face in clear view. He’s lying in bed as well.

               “Hi,” he says softly back and my cheeks flame. “How’s packing?” He asks the same question every night, I think he’s more eager for me to be in Toronto than I am, even though he’s currently on the other side of the country.

               “Almost done, just clothes and things I need between now and two days from now are left,” I say, panning the camera off me and showing him the stacks of boxes creating a hectic path through my room.

               “I wondered what your room would look like,” he says and I cock my head to the side.

               “Why?” I ask, bringing the camera back to me.

               “You’re just a hard person to read I guess,” Auston shrugs and looks a little embarrassed.

               “I don’t have to imagine what your bedroom back home in Arizona looks like,” I say, stretching back across my bed.

               “No?” He asks, a slight smile tugging at his lips.

               “Nope, I even slept in your bed once,” I nod.

               “You what?”

               I have his full attention now.

               “You heard me. Alex had the flu and Breyana already had a friend sleeping in her room with her, so Mrs. Matthews set me up in your room. It was when I was in my sleeping naked phase,” I muse, hiding my grin by pressing my lips together.

               Auston goes still on the other end of the call, and then brings a hand to his face, rubbing it and I bite my tongue to hold back a laugh.

               “Why do you have to do that to me,” he groans and I can’t hold it back anymore, I giggle and roll onto my side. He watches me with an amused expression on his face that makes my cheeks blush again. “There’s my favorite blush,” he murmurs and I look away from the camera shyly.

               “I wasn’t actually naked, just to clarify,” I say after a moment, peeking back at him.

               “I’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that, I liked my vision better,” he says.

               I roll my eyes and sit back up on my bed.

               “Where’s Connor?” I ask, not hearing him in the background.

               “Dinner with some guys,” Auston answers and glances at the clock on his nightstand it looks like. “I’ll have to go soon to meet with Mitch and a few others.”

               “Well then I’ll give you a really fast tour,” I say and slide out of bed. I hold the phone up a bit higher and I point to various things. “That’s my bed,” I say obviously, gesturing behind me, Auston rolls his eyes at me. “Where all the magic happens, obviously. Cause I…” I climb my way over to where my T.V is mounted and pick up my stack of Harry Potter movies. “Watch these all the time on it.” I laugh at my own joke while Auston just scoffs at me.

               “Good one,” he says but I can see him holding back a smile.

               I purse my lips thinking about what the show him next. My eyes travel to my ceiling again and I bound back to my bed, stepping up onto it and stretching up to move one of my ceiling tiles.

               “When I was little I would climb up onto a ladder and write down the name of the boy I currently had a crush on up here on the wall,” I tell Auston, finally getting the tile to shift over so I could see the messy sprawl of my adolescent handwriting on the small foot of space under the vent work. I flip the camera and point out a few of the names.

               “Owen, he was the first boy I had a crush on. In kindergarten he used to pull my hair and I punched him the nose, he didn’t like me as much after that. Logan, he was my first kiss when I was in eighth grade,” I smile at the faint memory of him having to stand on the sidewalk curb so that he was taller than me in order to kiss me.

               “Eighth grade?” I hear Auston say and I flip the camera back to me.

               “Yeah, does that surprise you?” I ask him.

               “Well kinda, you seem like a confident person. I would imagine you had boys trailing after you since you could walk,” Auston says, raising his eyebrows at me.

               I laugh as I answer him. “I don’t think of myself as confident, I’m comfortable with myself, there’s a difference. But when I was younger I was terrified of kissing, I only kissed him and one other boy before I graduated high school, I didn’t like it then like I do now.”

               “Why didn’t you like it?” Auston asks.

               “I guess because it just seemed like a very intimate thing. Even now I think of it that way sometimes, altogether I’ve kissed five boys, including you. Kissing means more to me than most people I think, I would never kiss someone that I didn’t care about in some way,” I trail off staring at the couple other names of insignificant boys that I had crushes on.

               “I prefer feeling over lust, I guess,” I say after a moment. I look back down at my phone and see Auston smiling at me.

               “What?” I ask self-consciously, eyeing him.

               “So you do care about me,” he smirks and I roll my eyes.

               “No, just want you for your body,” I huff at him.

               “Doesn’t surprise me,” he says and I want to reach through the phone and wipe that smirk off his face. “Though you also just admitted you want me,” he adds.

               “I thought that much was obvious when I took advantage of your emotional state on the stairs of the science building in Toronto,” I quirk an eyebrow at him and his eyes narrow. “But I’m more than willing to refrain from all future advantage taking if you want,” I tease him and I can see the blood pool in his cheeks.

               “You know I’m starting to think you’re too smart for me,” Auston starts, a smile finally quirking his lips up. “Every time I try to get under your skin it always backfires.”

               I laugh and slip back down onto my bed, sitting crisscrossed and holding the phone up.

               “You get under my skin more than you might think, Auston,” I tell him.

               “That’s good to hear because I’m a mess of jealousy over little Owen and Logan and all those other names on that damn wall.”

               “Would it make you feel better if I added your name to the wall?” I ask him jokingly, this makes him laugh and shake his head.

               “As long as my name is on that sweatshirt you’re wearing, I’m okay,” his nods at me and I realize that I’m wearing the USA hoodie he gave me back in Toronto.

               “My dad almost fell over when he saw it actually.” I laugh at the memory of five days ago when I was outside with my dogs and he saw the name across my shoulders, he almost slipped down the ice covered stairs in his stupor.

               “I always forget Mr. (Y/L/N) is your dad, I spent so much time with him when I lived in Ann Arbor, lusting over his only daughter who never paid me the slightest attention,” Auston muses and I roll my eyes.

               “Don’t you have a dinner to get to?” I ask him, though I really don’t want to hang up with him.

               “Unfortunately yes,” he says, glancing at the clock again. “Don’t want Mitch to be mad at you for holding me up.”

               The moment the words leave his lips my IPad lights up with an Imessage from my phone, unable to go through because of my current Facetime call. I pull it over to me and glance at the message. Low and behold, it’s from Mitch.

               R u on the phone with my boy? If he stands me up im gonna be pissed

               I laugh and read it out loud to Auston who rolls his eyes this time.

               Don’t make me come up and get him. I don’t wanna know what u’ve been doing on the phone but im not afraid to walk in there.

               The next message comes through and I blush, Auston asks me what he said and I reluctantly tell him. A cocky grin creeps across his face. I ignore him and type out a reply to Mitch.

               I’m hurt you think I would purposely keep your boyfriend from you for so long

               That’s it. I’m comin up.

               I giggle and tell Auston he better get going.

               “Mitch is on his way, apparently he’s a little jealous,” I wink at Auston and I hear knocking on his hotel door.

               “Well, the fun police just arrived so I better let you go,” Auston yawns and I can’t help but admire how adorable he is.

               “Alright, don’t let them ruffle your feathers too much,” I smile, still not wanting to hang up.

               Auston eyes me a moment, the knocking on his door getting louder.

               “Three days,” he says and I nod.

               “Three days,” I bite my lip and give him a shy smile before ending the call.

               I lay back in my bed, the giddy feeling in my stomach still flying around. I eye the still exposed wall behind my ceiling tile and I grab a marker from my nightstand. Getting back to me feet I stretch up as far as I can and hesitate just a second before writing out one more name on my wall. I step back to admire my work, a smile playing across my face before shifting the tile back into place and hopping back off my bed to get back to packing.

               Just as I expected, my snapchat was soon flooded with pictures from Mitch and Nylander, all pictures of either their faces or Auston’s. I had barely had a conversation with either of them but I was already attached to both of them, which was making to easier as I packed. Knowing that there were people in Toronto that I could make relationships with. I laugh softly at how just over a week ago I had been sobbing in Auston’s car to him that I had no one in Toronto, which was just the opposite.

               There’s a soft knock on my door and I look up to see my mom peeking in.

               “Hey,” I say, halting my progress of getting as many socks into the outer areas of the duffle bag in front of me.

               “Hi, sweetheart, how’s it going?” My mom asked, smiling softly at me though I can see through it. She’s just as sad for me to leave as I am.

               “It’s going,” I give her a halfhearted smile back.

               She silently moves farther into the room, moving gracefully through the mess of boxes and bags to get to my side. Grabbing the box I had just finished shoving all my shoes inside and dragging it over to sit in front of her, then taking the socks in my hand and placing them inside the shoes already packed away.

               “Oh,” I say dumbly and flash her a smile.

               “You learn after moving a few times how to save room,” she says softly, continuing the process until all my socks are out of sight. I sit silently and watch her work. When she’s done she pushes the box over to where she found it and we stare at each other.

               Tears well behind my eyes and I stumble to my feet into my mother’s waiting arms, already outstretched to me. I wrap my arms around her slender waist and burry my face into her neck, grateful that I never reached her in height. Her hands slowly stroke my hair that is so much like hers, I can feel wet tears falling into it as well. We don’t say anything for several minutes, only holding each other and quietly sobbing.

               From the time I could talk my mother had been my best friend, my constant support even when my dad went on scouting trips to Europe or Western Canada for weeks at a time. That only meant that we ordered take out and I got to sleep with her in her bed for a week straight. We became even closer when I graduated high school and was home during the day. Being an engineer, she was able to work from home most of the time, creating models and blueprints on her computer a few hours a day when I would go to class. Other than that, we were constantly together.

               The night my dad told me the story about the North Star for the first time and how when he had met my mom, the need to keep following it stopped, she was out there with us. I was seated in my dad’s lap, my head rolled back on his shoulder as I stared hard at the star, thinking there was nothing more beautiful in the world. However, when my dad spoke I looked at my mom in time to see the biggest and most beautiful smile I had ever seen on her face, and I knew in that moment that I was wrong about the star. It wasn’t the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, my mother was.

               Now standing here with both of us crying, I still think the same thing, she’s more beautiful than I could ever aspire to be. My dad always said he was thankful that I got every positive gene from my mom; her brains, compassion, sense of humor, her beauty and most of all her love. He also complained that I got all my negative genes from him; his too big of eyes, temper and stubbornness. None of which I thought were negative in any way.

               “Mom?” I ask.

               “Hmm?”

               “Can you just move with me?”

               My mom’s body vibrates with laughter and she puts his hands on my shoulders, pushing me back gently and wiping at my tears with her thumbs, making me feel like when I was nine years old and fell off my bike, skinning my knee. I was trying to be tough like my dad taught me, trying to keep the tears in but I couldn’t stop them all.

               “No, honey I can’t. And even if I could, I wouldn’t because it’s your life starting.” She smiles softly at me and tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear, I always used to hate when she did that but now I wish she would do it all the time.

               I pretend sigh. “Worth a shot,” I grin at her and nuzzle against her again. My mom laughs again, wrapping her arms around my back. Her hand grazes the name written across my shoulders and I tense slightly.

               “I remember him, you know,” she traces the last name with her fingers and I open my eyes.

               “What?” I ask, pulling back to look at her.

               “When I would go with you and your father to practices or games. He was good, even better when you were there watching,” she continues on, smiling to herself, lost in some memory.

               “What are you talking about?” I frown at her.

               “One time they were playing and they were playing awful mind you, falling behind four to nothing within the first ten minutes of the first period. You came late to that game, but when you got there it was just at the halfway point in the second period and I saw the moment he spotted you in the stands. It was like someone lit a fire in his skates because he jumped over the boards and flew down the ice, stole the puck and within seconds it was in the back of the net. Everyone cheered, but you cheered the loudest. He went into show off mode then, I believe he scored once more and then had-“

               “Four assists…” I finish for her, remembering very clearly the game she was referring to. I make a face at her. “Honestly how did everyone see it but me,” I wonder out loud and she quirks an eyebrow at me.

               “Because you’re Y/N, who only had eyes for the sky. Just like her father,” my mom laughs.

               “Until he found you,” I say and she blushes, another trait that I just so happened to get from my mom.

               Her eyes dart down to my wrist, exposed because I have the sleeves of the sweatshirt pulled up to my elbows.

               “From what I can tell, you seemed to have found something as well,” she taps the golden charm in the middle of my bracelet and winks at me. I turn pink and swat her hand away.

               “I have not!”

               “Keep telling yourself that for as long as you can, honey,” my mom says, a smirk pulling at her lips as she makes her way to my door. “But I can see it in your every being.”

Freddy

Originally posted by sstsmind

Horror movies are one of those things that most people tend to have polarizing opinions on. You either love them or you hate them; there’s not really that much of a middle ground there.

In your case, you loved them. It wasn’t always that way (there was a very traumatic incident involving the Nightmare on Elm Street franchise as a child), but you’d grown into liking a little bit of gore here and there. Especially around Halloween.

Once September rolled around, you were known to break out your horror movie collection and gather friends (mostly unwilling) for movie nights. You had them all pile up in your living room with blankets and snacks and watch whichever film happened to catch your attention.

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Auston Matthews- New Leaf- Chapter Two

“Emily!” I looked at the door and see Jack and Sam coming out.

“Hey guys.” I smile and they pulled me into a group hug. “Guys your squishing me.” I try and get a breath acting like a couldn’t breath. They laugh and let go.

“How was your flight?” Jack asked walking over to the door they come out of.

“It was good better then the flight on the way there. Didn’t have a couple next to me fighting.” They laugh. “How has everything been here?”

“You already know the answer to that Em. There hasn’t gone a day where we haven’t talked but everything has been good. Hoping to win tonights game.” Sam said.

“I’m hoping you guys win as well. Pat and Jonathan think they are going to kick your ass. Don’t worry I put them in their place.”

“Of course you did.” Jack stopped walking and turned to me he was standing in front and Sam went to stood next to him.

“What are you guys doing?”

“We have a surprise for you.” Jack said with that evil smile of his.

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The Wedding (Bucky x Reader)

A/N: I’m still keeping up the daily thing!! As for the last chapter of my Avengers AOU series, it’ll probably be out when I finish all my requests!! So anyways, enjoy!!😊

Request: Hello! I hope you’re having a good day. Could you do another Bucky imagine where the reader has to go to a family reunion and she wants Bucky to meet her family because they’re good friends since they’re both quiet? The problem is that reader has a very loud and party-animal-esque family and they assume that Bucky and the reader are together and things get awkward… Thank you for being open to requests! I love when authors have their request box open. It makes the imagines so much better!


“Buckyyy,” You stretched out your best friend’s name as you laid on his bed. 

“Yes, Y/N?” He replied, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared down at you with an amused expression.

You looked at him and sat up. “I know you might feel really awkward but I was wondering if you could help me with something.”

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For single dad!5sos blurb night with @anarchyaustralia and @darkmikeyrises!

“You don’t have to let me stay, Cal,” you had said for the fifth time.

Calum had shook his head as he’d carried your cases inside. “No best friend of mine is staying in a hotel for a week. We’ve got enough space now…”

He’d shook his head again like it didn’t need finishing, you knew the story well. You knew how Cal had fallen head over heels for Victoria, how they’d had a whirlwind romance which had given them their baby girl. You knew how Victoria had died when Maddie was only two and how that had almost destroyed Cal. But he had to hang on for his little girl, she needed him even if it killed him every time she said Mum only for it to be met by silence every single time. Maddie was the double of Victoria, the long, brown hair and the chocolate eyes that haunted Calum as she ran around singing songs she’d heard him sing on stages around the world.

“Maddie keeps asking if you’re going to live here now,” Cal told you after he’d tucked her to bed. He laughed a little bit though he was desperate for you to say it wouldn’t be such a bad idea. “She thinks now you’ve been here a few nights, you’re moving here. I think your visits are the highlight of her year.”

“She’s amazing, Cal. You’ve raised a smart little girl,” you said before drinking the last of your wine so you didn’t say anything stupid like you loved him. “I’m going to bed, I think the ice skating took it out of me. Miss Hood is too young and energetic for me now I’m getting old.”

Calum laughed and said he was going to finish the film, calling you a light weight for not seeing it to the end. You rolled your eyes and headed upstairs to the guest room that might as well have been yours. You walked by Maddie’s door, seeing the small torch she was flashing to get your attention. You lingered by her room, unsure it was you she wanted.

“Hey, Mads, are you okay?” you whispered into the dark.

“Can I talk to you about something?” she asked you. “It’s something I can’t ask Daddy.”

You walked over to her, sitting on the end of her bed. “What’s up, sweetheart?”

“Daddy never talks about Mum,” she sighed and you could see by the night light that her face was conflicted like she didn’t know what to do. “Did you know her?”

You nodded with a reminiscent smile. “Your mum was one of the sweetest people I’ve ever met. One time, we were at the big party and I ripped my tights. I was so embarrassed so your mum ripped her tights too and we spent the whole party convincing people it was a new trend in Paris. That’s how your parents met actually, through me and my tight crisis. And when she had you, Maddie, she looked at you like you were her world. You couldn’t have been more loved by either of them. Your dad loved your mum a lot, he still does.”

“Did she like you? Because my daddy likes you a lot, he talks about you when he’s asleep and he wrote a song about you. I saw the title and it was your name but later he changed it and gave it a different name.”

You laughed softly and reached out for Maddie’s hand even though your mind was trying to guess which song you had inspired.

“I’m your dad’s best friend, nothing else.”

“He loves you, I promise. He said it’s complicated but if you love each other then it’s easy, you get married like the people in my fairy tales,” she said fiercely. “I think you love my daddy back.”

“Things aren’t always that straightforward, Maddie. I wish they could be. In your fairy tales, there’s a witch or a dragon then the hero wins and there’s a happy ending but in real life, we can’t always know it’ll be a happy ending where they live happily ever after.”

“Then why don’t we stop complicating it and just admit what we feel? It works for the characters,” Calum said from the door frame then he sighed with a fond smile for his daughter. “I can’t have secrets with you around, can I, Maddie?”

An Album Speaks A Thousand Words (Calum Hood Smut)

Request: Omfg please write a smutty neighbor Calum. Like he catches you peaking on him working out and starts wanking and then the next day or something he approaches you about it like ‘enjoy the show?’ then you have sex

Imagine Masterlist

Word Count: 2692

Life was pretty boring on Flaggland Drive. The street was aligned with old couples walking their dogs and birdwatching in their front yards. That’s what I get for living with my grandparents I suppose. There was absolutely nothing to do other than study and listen to music. I prefer the latter. My room was on the far end of the house away from my grandparent’s room so I could listen into the late hours of the night. There is nothing like losing yourself in an album.
I sat on my window sill with my physics book burning a hole in my lap and the new state champs album filling my ears. I was lost in Around the World and Back when I heard the most obnoxious beeping coming from outside.
“What the fuck?” I mutter lowly and stick my head out the window to see a large orange truck backing into the drive of the house next door. The house had been vacant for as long as I lived here so this was news. Probably another old couple coming here to retire and set up numerous birdhouses to further obstruct my quiet space. The truck noise soon died down, but as I finally could get back to my music, I heard a loud beat coming from inside the house across the way. I opened my window further and looked across to see a boy, probably 18 or 19 setting up furniture in the room next to mine. His music was really loud, and sounded like some type of metal band. I couldn’t make out words or lyrics to figure out who is was, but needless to say if his looks didn’t attract me, his music taste did. He had dark brown hair that curled slightly at the ends and effortlessly tan skin littered with multiple tattoos. I was hooked. I cannot believe that we finally have a neighbor that is not old enough to be my grandfather. I realized that I was staring far too long when he glimpsed my way before reaching over and shutting the window. My face flushed red when I realized that he saw me watching him.
Days went by and his window stayed closed. Not that I was looking often. Just every couple hours or so. I refused to admit that I was becoming a little bit infatuated with the idea of the tall, tan boy next door.
I went outside for the tenth time in the last two days to see if I would run into him so I could drum up some conversation between us. God must have sensed how desperate I was for teenage companionship and granted my wish. I saw him in his driveway sorting through boxes with an older man who I assumed to be his father. I ran out to the mailbox and grabbed a short stack of letters and glanced their way.
“Excuse me?!” I heard the older man’s voice boom out. My head whipped up to see him staring at me and waving me towards the pair. I could see that the boy was looking at his father with dagger eyes as I walked closer to them. “Hello dear, we are your new neighbors. I just wanted to introduce you to my son, Calum. You guys look about the same age so I thought you could get to know each other.” He smiled coyly and Calum looked as though he wanted to fall over dead right there.
“Yeah, sure. I’m Y/N.” I put on my best smile and reached out to shake both their hands. Calum did so reluctantly, and then turned to go inside, not looking anywhere but the ground. I was confused to say the least and his father was none too pleased with him.
“I’m sorry about that. Calum is really shy and I just wanted him to branch out a little. I am sure he will come around and end up being a good neighbor.” He sounded apologetic for putting us both through that awkwardness.
“Its okay, I know how that is. Don’t worry about it.” I smiled as I turned to walk back to my house. I got up to my room and searched for my Put Up or Shut Up album to get my mind off the rude boy next door.
It was just now getting dark and I was in the middle of blasting Coffee Shop Soundtrack when I sensed movement from across the lawn. I looked over slyly and saw a shirtless Calum sitting at his desk. I was just about to shut my blinds when I noticed that his hands were under the desk and I could see his large biceps flexing slowly. There is no way shy Calum is rubbing his junk with the window wide open. I thought, but the longer I looked, the more obvious it was that he was jerking off before my eyes. There was no denying that I was completely and utterly turned on by his asshole demeanor and obviously sexy body, but then he had to go and put on Nothing Personal while he jerked himself to the beat of every song. I almost fell to the floor and began messing with myself at the sight, but I stayed completely still, afraid that if I moved, he would sense it and we’d both be embarrassed. I watched for what must have been 20 minutes before he stood up, giving me a full frontal glance of his manhood. I gulped loudly and watched his perfectly sculpted ass move to his bed and lay down. His large hand moved right back to the place I found it. I couldn’t hear his moans, but just the fact that I know he is whimpering to cum was enough to make my panties drip with unholy thoughts of my shy neighbor. I saw his chest rising and falling faster and I knew he was about to blow his load all over his stomach. The lamp on the side of his bed illuminated his chest and tummy perfectly so when he did blow, I could see his seed shining on his tan skin and that did it for me. I had to close my window and relieve myself before I fainted from arousal.
The next day, I thought I had dreamed the whole thing. I got up like normal, ate breakfast, then went outside to do some yard work with my grandpa. Everything was normal until I saw Calum walking out to his car with a class A smirk on his face. What was his deal?
“Hey Y/N, can I talk to you a second?” he motioned me over and it was the first time I heard his voice. It was low and raspy and lovely. I silently asked my grandpa and he gave me the okay so I strutted over to him like I was some hot shit that he missed out on.
“What’s up Calum?” I said lowly and he smiled at my fake attitude.
“Oh babe, don’t act like you don’t like me. I saw you watching my little show last night. Did you like the album I put on for you? I heard you listening to All Time Low a few times. Maybe next time we can listen together yeah?” my jaw was on the ground. He saw me?! There was no hiding the fact that I was completely caught off guard by the fact that he watched me watch him and the fact that he wanted me to what? Fuck him? Masturbate with him? I don’t know, but whatever it was, I was thoroughly intrigued by his offer.
“I don’t know if you and your shyness can handle this Cal.” I said with a wink and then I turned around, shaking my ass as I walked back to my yard and into the house. I knew I had him hooked when he went into his own house and straight up to his room. I was waiting by the window when I saw him appear with a large sheet of paper with some words that I could barely make out.
Tonight, my room, midnight?
He looked hopeful and who was I to crush his dreams of being with me? I nodded yes and then closed my blinds abruptly.
The day could not go by fast enough. I was laying in my bed when my alarm on my phone went off signaling that it was time to sneak out and make my way to Calum’s window. I walked out of the front door without a sound and there he was waiting for me on his front porch.
“So you think I can handle you?” He smirked before reaching out for my hand and intertwining our fingers. My heart jumped when I looked down and saw his large hand wrapped around my smaller one. My (your skin tone) against his tan. I tried to keep up with his long strides up to his room and when we entered, he closed the door behind us.
“Its weird being on this side of the windows.” I chuckled as he walked towards me slowly.
“Yeah, it feels weird not watching you through a window. Its weird that I can actually touch you instead of imagining what your skin feels like under my hands.” He stepped even closer to me and I could feel my heart in my throat. “Did you like what you saw yesterday? As I ¬¬recall, you couldn’t take your eyes off me.” He smiled cockily and I huffed in response.
“Your dad thinks you’re shy. Boy, is he ever wrong about you.” I laughed nervously and he chuckled.
“Yeah, I am shy, but when a beautiful girl is watching me get off, I acquire some needed confidence.” He whispered and my face flushed.
“Calum, you better kiss me before I implode.” I sighed with a sudden boost of confidence and he did just that. He reached up and cupped my face in his hands before his lips met mine roughly. I had never been kissed with such urgency, such frustration. There was a silence in the air so I could hear every movement of his lips on mine and our hands roaming up and down each other’s bodies. I was surprised when he reached down and placed his large hands on my thighs before lifting me up so my legs wrapped around his toned waist. I never considered myself a skinny girl, but all my insecurity vanished into the heated kiss we were sharing. He walked us over to his desk and sat me down on the cold wooden table and continued to kiss down my neck. There was a momentary lack of contact as he reached over to his stereo and switched on the CD player. So Wrong, Its Right began playing and I chuckled as his smiling lips connected with mine again. I moaned into our kiss as his hands roamed upward and came into contact with my chest.
“So pretty.” I heard between squeezes of my cleavage. I bucked my hips on the cold wood to try and soothe some of the sensation deep inside my core, but nothing helped.
“Cal, fingers.” I whispered breathlessly and he must have realized that I wanted to move forward because he lifted me again and this time we landed on his bed and his hands were already moving towards my leggings. I sat up and removed my shirt so that I was only in my panties and bra. He took in my body, tummy and all, and licked his plump lips.
“God, fucking beautiful.” He moaned before attaching his lips to my collarbone. He sucked harshly causing a gasp to escape my lungs. I reached for his shirt and soon that too was discarded. His body was even more impressive than I remember. I was breathing the same air as this sex god and I looked the way I do. I just didn’t understand what he wanted with me, but in this moment, I couldn’t care less.
“Calum, please.” I moaned out as he slid my panties down my legs and my bra was thrown somewhere I don’t even remember. He ran his hands one more time over my body and then his lips attached to my chest. His mouth moved between my breasts and I could clearly feel the wetness between my thighs now. I just wanted him any way I could have him. I reached for his jeans and he quickly complied, shaking them off along with his underwear and now we were both bare. He fell back onto the bed and I straddled his waist, looking him over. His cock was hard and the tip clearly visible and red. At least it is good to know that I am not the only one affected by our attraction to each other. His eyes seemed to be begging me to do something so I slid my body downwards so I was eye level with his impressive length. His breathing was shallow and I felt him gasp when I licked up the bottom of it. I did this a few more times to assess his reaction before I took his tip in my mouth.
“Holy shit Y/N.” He moaned out and I smiled to myself. I sucked him off hard, then soft, then hard again until he was bucking his hips up into my mouth so he was going further down my throat. I gagged multiple times before I pulled off him and slid back up his body. “Jesus, I am so turned on right now.” He sighed and I giggled at his forwardness.
“Well, then I think we should do something about that.” I said seductively and leaned down to kiss his waiting lips. I was grinding my wetness over his slick cock and deep moans were emitting from his throat.
“Please, fuck me.” He groaned into my mouth and all I could do was comply. I sat up and grabbed ahold of his throbbing length before placing it beneath my entrance. I had to hold my hand on my mouth to keep from moaning out when he filled me. He was longer than anyone I had been with and the pleasure was crippling. I was a shaking mess on his chest as he thrusted up into my heat with everything he had.
“Calum fuck, right there, oh my god.” I said shakily and he continued to drive upward into me. I could feel his lips trail from my neck to my collar bones as he left blue and black marks in his wake.
“Fuck, want to take you, ugh, doggy.” He barely got out and I nodded before I felt him stop thrusting and his weight shift so I was landing on the bed. I quickly got up on all fours and before I felt his cock, I felt his lips trail down my spine and stop at the curve of my ass before a sharp slap was delivered. I cried out softly, but the sting was a welcomed feeling before he filled me up once again with his prefect length. He had a death grip on my hips as his snapped forward and back with a vengeance. I could barely see straight as my oragasm approached faster than a bullet. I came screaming his name into a pillow and he came, jerking his length to come on my ass. I fell forward, resting my aching limbs and he fell beside me. I could feel his stare as I sat up slightly to look at him. “That was, woah.” He sighed and I giggled.
“Yeah, way better than watching.” I winked. He chuckled and he pulled me into his sweaty chest.
“Round two?” He questioned, sounding hopeful.
“Eh, why not.” I shrugged and leaned up to kiss his lips for the millionth time that night.  

okay but rapple au where apple’s working on her chemistry phd and raven’s in year three of a two-year mfa because she keeps foregoing actual coursework in favor of playing in some punk rock band because she never even wanted to go to school, never mind grad school, but her mother insisted she get an education even if she refused to go into law, and apple’s parents end every phone call by telling her they’re disappointed she hasn’t left school to take her rightful place in high society and gosh apple did you know daring’s still a bachelor and he was asking about you at last year’s regatta, and meanwhile apple’s just sitting there sighing and gripping a pencil so hard it almost breaks and raven puts down her guitar and goes over to apple’s desk gives her a little side hug, and apple finally interrupts her parents (who, she can picture, are hovering over a single speaker phone) to say, “you remember my roommate, right?” and her mother says, “i should say so” and her father says something like, “so uncouth,” and apple says, “we’re dating,” and there’s at least forty-five seconds of stunned silence before apple’s mother says, “oh, well, then what about daring’s little sister?  she’s single too” and her father asks, “what’s this raven girl’s pedigree?” and apple is kinda shocked that they took it pretty well and she’s smiling but raven, who has heard most of the phone call, says, “you know they’re not exactly supporting us,” and snow white says, “oh, dear, is she standing right there?” and raven rolls her eyes and says, “don’t worry, mrs. white, my mom’s a rich snob too” and apple gasps and raven feels guilty for a moment or two but then apple starts laughing so hard she has to tell her parents she’ll call them back

don’t worry, the whites get over it when apple and raven agree to let them throw some disgustingly lavish wedding, and raven’s dad was always on board, he doesn’t care, he liked apple from the day he met her and only liked her more once he saw how happy she and raven were together

they all lived happily ever after (except for raven’s mom)

Something Sweet

Chapter 6

(previous chapter)

Pairing: Natan

Word Count: 2400

Warnings: food mention, swearing


Every day Christmas crept closer and closer, the cold seeping in to Natalie’s skin as she worried over the upcoming holiday. She had already purchased gifts for her brother, his boyfriend Dylan, and her dad, but she felt like she was forgetting something important. The anxiety of it sat heavy in her stomach and seemed to weigh more against her as the hours of the day wound down.

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Nowhere left to hide: Pt.2

Originally posted by ounew

Pt.1 // Pt.3 // Pt.4

Genre: Bts Mafia AU is all I’m going to say once again.

Word Count: 2,548

Summary: What do you do when the one person who was supposed to be there for you the most betrays your trust? Who do you turn to when it starts to look like your father doesn’t even seem to care?

A/N: I really tried to make this one shorter, hope you like it^^

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Four days in hell (Biadore) - by Sadie

A/N.: This is not exactly the sequel of the honeymoon chapter, but I had this idea today and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. This chapter is a little personal to me, since my relationship with my father sucks. I hope you like it, it really means something to me. I love you all so freaking much! Xx Sadie

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An Album Speaks A Thousand Words (Michael Version)

I remade this one shot as a Christmas present for my best friend Jamie!

Here is the Calum Version

Warning: SMUTTTTTTTTT

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Originally posted by heartofmuke

Life was pretty boring on my street. The street was aligned with old couples walking their dogs and birdwatching in their front yards. That’s what I get for living with my parents still I suppose. There was absolutely nothing to do other than study and listen to music. I prefer the latter. My room was on the far end of the house away from my parent’s room so I could listen into the late hours of the night. There is nothing like losing yourself in an album.
I sat on my window sill with my physics book burning a hole in my lap and the new state champs album filling my ears. I was lost in Around the World and Back when I heard the most obnoxious beeping coming from outside.
“What the fuck?” I mutter lowly and stick my head out the window to see a large orange truck backing into the drive of the house next door. The house had been vacant for as long as I lived here so this was news. Probably another old couple coming here to retire and set up numerous birdhouses to further obstruct my quiet space. The truck noise soon died down, but as I finally could get back to my music, I heard a loud beat coming from inside the house across the way. I opened my window further and looked across to see a boy, probably 18 or 19 setting up furniture in the room next to mine. His music was really loud, and sounded like some type of metal band. I couldn’t make out words or lyrics to figure out who is was, but needless to say if his looks didn’t attract me, his music taste did. He had bright red hair that stuck up in a few places and pale, flawless skin that was littered with multiple tattoos. I was hooked. I cannot believe that we finally have a neighbor that is not old enough to be my grandfather. I realized that I was staring far too long when he glimpsed my way before reaching over and shutting the window. My face flushed red when I realized that he saw me watching him.
Days went by and his window stayed closed. Not that I was looking often. Just every couple hours or so. I refused to admit that I was becoming a little bit infatuated with the idea of the tall, pale boy next door.
I went outside for the tenth time in the last two days to see if I would run into him so I could drum up some conversation between us. God must have sensed how desperate I was for teenage companionship and granted my wish. I saw him in his driveway sorting through boxes with an older man who I assumed to be his father. I ran out to the mailbox and grabbed a short stack of letters and glanced their way.
“Excuse me?!” I heard the older man’s voice boom out. My head whipped up to see him staring at me and waving me towards the pair. I could see that the boy was looking at his father with dagger eyes as I walked closer to them. “Hello dear, we are your new neighbors. I just wanted to introduce you to my son, Michael. You guys look about the same age so I thought you could get to know each other.” He smiled coyly and Michael looked as though he wanted to fall over dead right there.
“Yeah, sure. I’m Jamie.” I put on my best smile and reached out to shake both their hands. Michael did so reluctantly, and then turned to go inside, not looking anywhere but the ground. I was confused to say the least and his father was none too pleased with him.
“I’m sorry about that. Mikey is really shy and I just wanted him to branch out a little. I am sure he will come around and end up being a good neighbor.” He sounded apologetic for putting us both through that awkwardness.
“Its okay, I know how that is. Don’t worry about it.” I smiled as I turned to walk back to my house. I got up to my room and searched for my Put Up or Shut Up album to get my mind off the rude boy next door.
It was just now getting dark and I was in the middle of blasting Coffee Shop Soundtrack when I sensed movement from across the lawn. I looked over slyly and saw a shirtless Michael sitting at his desk. I was just about to shut my blinds when I noticed that his hands were under the desk and I could see his large biceps flexing slowly. There is no way shy Michael is rubbing his junk with the window wide open. I thought, but the longer I looked, the more obvious it was that he was jerking off before my eyes. There was no denying that I was completely and utterly turned on by his asshole demeanor and obviously sexy body, but then he had to go and put on Nothing Personal while he jerked himself to the beat of every song. I almost fell to the floor and began messing with myself at the sight, but I stayed completely still, afraid that if I moved, he would sense it and we’d both be embarrassed. I watched for what must have been 20 minutes before he stood up, giving me a full frontal glance of his manhood. I gulped loudly and watched his perfectly sculpted ass move to his bed and lay down. His large hand moved right back to the place I found it. I couldn’t hear his moans, but just the fact that I know he is whimpering to cum was enough to make my panties drip with unholy thoughts of my shy neighbor. I saw his chest rising and falling faster and I knew he was about to blow his load all over his stomach. The lamp on the side of his bed illuminated his chest and tummy perfectly so when he did blow, I could see his seed shining on his perfect skin and that did it for me. I had to close my window and relieve myself before I fainted from arousal.
The next day, I thought I had dreamed the whole thing. I got up like normal, ate breakfast, then went outside to do some yard work with my dad. Everything was normal until I saw Michael walking out to his car with a class A smirk on his face. What was his deal?
“Hey Jamie, can I talk to you a second?” he motioned me over and it was the first time I heard his voice. It was low and raspy and lovely. I silently asked my father and he gave me the okay so I strutted over to him like I was some hot shit that he missed out on.
“What’s up Michael?” I said lowly and he smiled at my fake attitude.
“Oh babe, don’t act like you don’t like me. I saw you watching my little show last night. Did you like the album I put on for you? I heard you listening to All Time Low a few times. Maybe next time we can listen together yeah?” my jaw was on the ground. He saw me?! There was no hiding the fact that I was completely caught off guard by the fact that he watched me watch him and the fact that he wanted me to what? Fuck him? Masturbate with him? I don’t know, but whatever it was, I was thoroughly intrigued by his offer.
“I don’t know if you and your shyness can handle this Mikey.” I said with a wink and then I turned around, shaking my ass as I walked back to my yard and into the house. I knew I had him hooked when he went into his own house and straight up to his room. I was waiting by the window when I saw him appear with a large sheet of paper with some words that I could barely make out.
Tonight, my room, midnight?
He looked hopeful and who was I to crush his dreams of being with me? I nodded yes and then closed my blinds abruptly.
The day could not go by fast enough. I was laying in my bed when my alarm on my phone went off signaling that it was time to sneak out and male my way to Michael’s window. I walked out of the front door without a sound and there he was waiting for my on his front porch.
“So you think I can handle you?” He smirked before reaching out for my hand and intertwining our fingers. My heart jumped when I looked down and saw his large hand wrapped around my smaller one. I tried to keep up with his long strides up to his room and when we entered, he closed the door behind us.
“Its weird being on this side of the windows.” I chuckled as he walked towards me slowly.
“Yeah, it feels weird not watching you through a window. Its weird that I can actually touch you instead of imagining what your skin feels like under my hands.” He stepped even closer to me and I could feel my heart in my throat. “Did you like what you saw yesterday? As I ¬¬recall, you couldn’t take your eyes off me.” He smiled cockily and I huffed in response.
“Your dad thinks you’re shy. Boy, is he ever wrong about you.” I laughed nervously and he chuckled.
“Yeah, I am shy, but when a beautiful girl is watching me get off, I acquire some needed confidence.” He whispered and my face flushed.
“Michael, you better kiss me before I implode.” I sighed with a sudden boost of confidence and he did just that. He reached up and cupped my face in his hands before his lips met mine roughly. I had never been kissed with such urgency, such frustration. There was a silence in the air so I could hear every movement of his lips on mine and our hands roaming up and down each other’s bodies. I was surprised when he reached down and placed his large hands on my thighs before lifting me up so my legs wrapped around his toned waist. I never considered myself a skinny girl, but all my insecurity vanished into the heated kiss we were sharing. He walked us over to his desk and sat me down on the cold wooden table and continued to kiss down my neck. There was a momentary lack of contact as he reached over to his stereo and switched on the CD player. So Wrong, Its Right began playing and I chuckled as his smiling lips connected with mine again. I moaned into our kiss as his hands roamed upward and came into contact with my chest.
“So pretty.” I heard between squeezes of my cleavage. I bucked my hips on the cold wood to try and soothe some of the sensation deep inside my core, but nothing helped.
“Mike, fingers.” I whispered breathlessly and he must have realized that I wanted to move forward because he lifted me again and this time we landed on his bed and his hands were already moving towards my leggings. I sat up and removed my shirt so that I was only in my panties and bra. He took in my body, tummy and all, and licked his plump lips.
“God, fucking beautiful.” He moaned before attaching his lips to my collarbone. He sucked harshly causing a gasp to escape my lungs. I reached for his shirt and soon that too was discarded. His body was even more impressive than I remember. I was breathing the same air as this sex god and I looked the way I do. I just didn’t understand what he wanted with me, but in this moment, I couldn’t care less.
“Michael, please.” I moaned out as he slid my panties down my legs and my bra was thrown somewhere I don’t even remember. He ran his hands one more time over my body and then his lips attached to my chest. His mouth moved between my breasts and I could clearly feel the wetness between my thighs now. I just wanted him any way I could have him. I reached for his jeans and he quickly complied, shaking them off along with his underwear and now we were both bare. He fell back onto the bed and I straddled his waist, looking him over. His cock was hard and the tip clearly visible and red. At least it is good to know that I am not the only one affected by our attraction to each other. His eyes seemed to be begging me to do something so I slid my body downwards so I was eye level with his impressive length. His breathing was shallow and I felt him gasp when I licked up the bottom of it. I did this a few more times to assess his reaction before I took his tip in my mouth.
“Holy shit Jamie.” He moaned out and I smiled to myself. I sucked him off hard, then soft, then hard again until he was bucking his hips up into my mouth so he was going further down my throat. I gagged multiple times before I pulled off him and slid back up his body. “Jesus, I am so turned on right now.” He sighed and I giggled at his forwardness.
“Well, then I think we should do something about that.” I said seductively and leaned down to kiss his waiting lips. I was grinding my wetness over his slick cock and deep moans were emitting from his throat.
“Please, fuck me.” He groaned into my mouth and all I could do was comply. I sat up and grabbed ahold of his throbbing length before placing it beneath my entrance. I had to hold my hand on my mouth to keep from moaning out when he filled me. He was longer than anyone I had been with and the pleasure was crippling. I was a shaking mess on his chest as he thrusted up into my heat with everything he had.
“Michael fuck, right there, oh my god.” I said shakily and he continued to drive upward into me. I could feel his lips trail from my neck to my collar bones as he left blue and black marks in his wake.
“Fuck, flip over baby.” He barely got out and I nodded before I felt him stop thrusting and his weight shift so I was landing on the bed. I quickly got up on all fours and before I felt his cock, I felt his lips trail down my spine and stop at the curve of my ass before a sharp slap was delivered. I cried out softly, but the sting was a welcomed feeling before he filled me up once again with his prefect length. He had a death grip on my hips as his snapped forward and back with a vengeance. I could barely see straight as my orgasm approached faster than a bullet. I came screaming his name into a pillow and he came, jerking his length to come on my ass. I fell forward, resting my aching limbs and he fell beside me. I could feel his stare as I sat up slightly to look at him. “That was, woah.” He sighed and I giggled.
“Yeah, way better than watching.” I winked. He chuckled and he pulled me into his sweaty chest.
“Round two?” He questioned, sounding hopeful.
“Eh, why not.” I shrugged and leaned up to kiss his lips for the millionth time that night.  

The Riley Diaries Pt18

AU: Riley Matthews is a regular teen,until one day,she is not. Can moving away erase your past? Can you ever move on if you don’t actually accept it? Riley Matthews was a regular teen,until one day,she wasn’t.

A/N: Looks like 2017 has some inspiration for me haha I am so so sorry I haven’t been able to update the story in so long but the ending of 2016 was a nightmare. I want to thank you all for the feedback on “The Girl in the Mirror”, I promise I will start working on the story as soon as I am finished with this one. I intend on writing one more part and maybe the last one will be just Riley’s last diary entry, but I haven’t decided yet. Anyway, I really hope you like this chapter and thank you all for being so patient - I hope you haven’t lost interest in the story.
Enjoy xo

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part5 Part 6 Part7 Part8 Part9 Part10 Part12 Part13 Part14 Part15 Part16 Part 17 Part19

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“I can’t believe you’re going to miss your prom, Riles,” Josh said in disbelief as he was taking out my bags from the car, “This is a night you’ll remember forever.”

“I’ve had plenty of nights in this town that I’ll remember forever,” I took my purse and locked the car, “I think it’s enough for a lifetime.”

“Stop it,” He sighed, walking up the steps on our front porch – I’ve missed that porch, “I know it was tough but Maya said the school is not buzzing anymore, no one cares about what happened.”

“Yeah, well I do, so stop trying to make me go to prom,” I slowly walked into the house and announced myself, “I’m hom – I’m here.”

I was going to say home, but it didn’t feel like it - no matter how much I wanted it to be.

“Honey, she’s back,” My mom waltzed out of the kitchen, calling my dad, “My beautiful girl.”

She was in front of me in no time, hugging me so tight, I had to catch my breath. But it was the best hug I have ever received, I had no idea how much I have missed my mum until I was in her arms again.

“I’ve missed you so much, mommy,” I said when she finally let go and was already stroking my hair, “So much.”

“Not as much as I have missed you,” She was looking at me with love and care, “It’s so hard being away from you.”

After these words, how do I tell her that I am moving to Spain? How do I get this far away from my parents when I still don’t know how to be without them?

“My baby is here,” My dad ran down the stairs, “She is here.”

“Yes, daddy,” I ran into his arms, “I am home.”

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Looks Like Him - Michael Clifford PART 2

Originally posted by lukes-hot-ass

A/n: this is uh part 2 to Looks like Him and shit lolol request shit okay, have fun reading.

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After seeing Michael and the other boys I said fuck the crackers and just took Sebastian out of target. I mean they may have called after us, Sebastian may have been crying, loudly I might add.

But I just.. I just simply couldn’t. It was way too much to handle.

The whole ride to my Aunts house Sebastian was bawling, like he was screaming. It was really weird because he has never once screamed before, only on the occasional time when he fell and hurt himself.

But otherwise nope.

He just kept screaming one name. “Dada”
I had to pull over and think about it for a moment before I honestly lost it.
“Sebastian!” I said firmly to make him hush.

He was looking at me, he looked terrible. All he wanted was Michael.

“Tell you what, we will see dada later but we are doing to see Aunty okay? Aunty first or no daddy. Got it?” I raised my eyebrows at him.

It is truly amazing how he can understand almost anything, but he just has troubles speaking.

He just nodded his head.

“Daddy.” He whispered and I sighed.

How the fuck am I going to see Michael again when I don’t know how to contact him?

I laid my head in the steering wheel, trying to think.

I sighed, pulling out my phone.
Maybe his number is still the same?

I dialled what I remembered and waited as it rang.

“Hia there I’m Calum and his is Michaels phone. He’s to busy cr- fuck Michael that hurt! Hello who is this?” He grumbled the last part and I kind of smiled.

I will admit, I missed them.

“Hi.” I whispered.

“Oh y/n? Hi! It’s Calum!” He said, all bubbly.

“Yes Calum, I know it’s you.” I said and then Sebastian yelled again.

“CAWUM” he clapped his little hands.

I looked back at him.

“So you meet them once and now you want to talk?” I banged my head against the wheel twice in frustration.

“Look Calum he is Michaels we can’t even say that’s a lie but he needs to see him again. He hasn’t stopped screaming and he doesn’t scream. Like he screams once in his whole life and now he is a mess. I don’t care if he doesn’t want to be apart of his life but tell him that Sebastian needs him okay?” I was just done I felt like crying.

Okay then I just hung up.

“Okay Sebastian we are almost at Aunty’s house.” I sighed and started to drive again.

When we reached there my Aunt Linda helped me with the bags and Sebastian he’s my hand, his teddy in the other as we walks to the house.

When we got settled we caught up and I put Sebastian down for a nap.

“I saw Michael today. For the first time in 2 and a half years.” I told her.

She frowned and gave me a small hug.

“Was it bad?”

“For me? Yes. Because now I just way to see him more and more. For Sebastian? Well Sebastian… He is fine. He has been talking actually, he said his first sentence today after he met Michael, then wouldn’t stop crying and screaming for him.” I sighed, putting my head in my hands.

“Is he seeing him again?” She asked, rubbing my back.

“If he wants to I guess, I don’t really know.” I shrugged.

She told me she was going to make some hot chocolate, it being one of my favorite drinks even though it wasn’t that cold out.

When she was in the kitchen there was a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it!” I told her, quickly going to the door.

I rubbed my eyes, being a bit tired and I opened the door.

But what I saw made me rub them again.

It was them.

Then I was pulled into a big hug.

By Michael.

Honestly I will admit I was hugging him back.
When we pulled away he looked like he was crying.

“I tried to find you.” He whispered, looking down at me.

“Why? You made it clear he wasn’t yours.” I glared at him, remembering that night.

I walked out the door way, just so I could close the door.

“Look I went back to the studio okay? I lied when I said we finished early I just missed you too much and I wanted to ask you something.
When I went to the studio I was panicking and they calmed me down, telling me how could it be anyone else’s when we basically had sex every night and after I calmed down I went out and bought a teddy bear for… Well him.” His voice died at the end.

So he was okay with it.

The answer I wanted was the answer he had.

“You were okay with it.. Me being pregnant? Wait you told them we had like every night? Seriously?” I was a little embarrassed, honestly with the boys right by Michael.

Well then Sebastian saved me from the awkwardness.

He was screaming.

“Shit.” I mumbled, quickly opening the door to Sebastian on top of the stairs, hugging his teddy crying.

I quickly jogged up the stairs, crouching down on the second last step, so I was almost face to face with him.

“What’s wrong?” I quickly asked, quietly.

He just held his hand out, wanting help to go down the stairs. I just sighed and grabbed his hand. He went step by step down the stairs, holding his teddy.

He was staring at his feet while walking, until he reached the bottom. He looked up at me, he was done crying he was smiling now, as he always did when he went down the stairs.

“Sebastian you know what I have for you?” I asked, lifting him up a bit.

His eyes widened a bit.

I looked over at the boys, Michael still a little shocked, Calum still staring at Sebastian while Luke was fixing his shirt.

Ashton was still outside, on the phone. I think.

Michaels eyes basically asked if he could hold Sebastian and I sighed.

I set Sebastian on the ground with his teddy.

I turned him around to face the three boys.

Calum was the first one he saw, BEAUSE he was now on the floor doing his shoelaces up.

“Cawum?” Sebastian wondered, waddling forward to him.

Calum looked confused to the name that was just said then remembered where he was. He looked up, seeing Sebastian he grinned.

“What’s up mate?” He was turned, now sitting with his legs crossed.

Sebastian smiled, waving at Calum.

Well then my aunt came back in with a cup of hot chocolate.

“Uhm- oh well here is your hot chocolate, I just really have To go out so… Yeah.” She slid past the boys and out the door, before giving me the cup.

Calum then pointed up at Michael so Sebastian Can see.

When Sebastian saw Michael he smiled so big I wanted to cry. It was the happiest I have ever seen him.

He lifted his arms up, wanting to be picked up by Michael.

Michael bit his lip, looking at me for a type of permission.

I gave him a sort of hand signal and did something with my facial expression to say “well fuck go for it already I don’t care.”

And as he understood what it meant, he carefully picked Sebastian up.

“Hi there buddy..” He said, smiling widely to his son.

“Hi daaaaaaad.” Sebastian dragged his a in dad out, grabbing Michael’s cheeks with his small hands.

I realized something, Sebastian was only really talking when he saw the boys, like actually talking.

I saw how happy he was with them, Ashton came inside and all four boys were laughing and making faces at him.

It made me sad.

Knowing Michael wanted him but I just left. I abandoned him.
I just took his son away from him.

And his son wanted him.

Hell his first word was dada and he didn’t even have one at the time.

I closed my eyes tightly, trying to make sense of what I did, taking small breaths.

It was Luke who noticed me looking like I was and went over and hugged me.

Luke was my best friend. I didn’t even say bye to him when I left. He probably hated me for a while.

“I missed you y/n.” He smiled a bit, pulling away from the hug.

“I missed you too Luke, all if you really.” I admitted.

“He missed you the most. He never told anybody what actually happened, you vanishing. All of the fans think you two are still together. He didn’t want anyone to think you were a horrible person for leaving, with the child.” He whispered, giving me another hug, before looking at Michael and Sebastian.

He never told anybody what I did?

Holy shit I’m speechless.

I am honestly letting a few tears fall right now.

But I quickly got rid of the tears.

“Sebastian are you hungry?” I asked him, stepping a bit closer.

The boys stopped and Legit Michael and Sebastian both nodded their head at the same time, the boys chuckles and my stomach did a flip.

It was so cute it hurt.

It just made me miss him more.

“We can go out to eat?” Ashton suggested and the boys all said yes.

But they needed my answer for Sebastian.

They all looked at me.

“If that’s okay with you, y/n..” Michael said slowly, looking at me right in the eyes.

“Pwease mummy?” Sebastian asked with his big eyes, meaning he just wanted something badly.

Fuck I can’t say no to that:

“Well we would have to get you ready but I guess we could..” I said uncertainly .

The boys all cheered quietly as I took Sebastian from Michael.

I tried not to look Michael in the eye as because of the information I heard.

I told the boys that they could just wait and I could get Sebastian ready.

Once we finished we piled into my aunts minivan. It was a little old not by much.

Considering I left my new one in Melbourne, just taking my car for the small trip, her using that when she went out, we decided to use it. But she left Sebastian’s car seat, thank goodness.

But I was a little weary about it all.

I was the only one who could really drive a minivan, Luke was infront and Calum, Michael, Ashton and Sebastian were in the back seats.

Michael was in the seat next to Sebastian and Calum and Ash in the very back.

I asked where we were going, and Luke said he would Give directions.

Was this a mistake?


Lol fuck that sucked. Bye lolol xx