not sure about the song but seriously just okay

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Alright, this is my second (my apology gift, really, it’s over 5000 words of fluff) for Shay, in which I attempt to tackle one of her favorite tropes (characters A and B have to stay at a hotel and there’s only one room with one bed)

once again - thanks to @the-musical-alchemist​ for listening to me flip out about how to write this, I appreciate it always, Gio ;-;

I said it already, but I’ll say it again - Shay, you’re one of the greatest people I’ve ever met, simply because of who you are - you’re always kind, passionate, thoughtful, and are extremely talented and witty.  In short, you’re just incredibly wonderful.  Thank you so much for being you, and have the happiest birthday possible.  Hey, now you can rent a car and come visit me!!!


“Are you kidding me,” Roy grumbles, tightening his grasp on his small bag as he stomps his snow-packed boots on the porch of the building.  “Of course Grumman sends us to the most remote town, in the dead of winter, splits up our team, and gets us reservations in what has to be the absolute filthiest looking place I’ve ever seen.”

“Relax, sir,” Riza responds.  She flexes her frozen hands to try to regain feeling in her numb fingertips as she switches her bag from left to right.  “You’ve seen the rest of this town; the entire place just doesn’t have a lot of money.  I’m sure the inside is nicer.”

“Whatever you say, Captain,” he retorts.  Riza sighs at his snarky-tone, but doesn’t challenge him, knowing that the last thing that she needed was to argue with her superior officer when they were both cold, hungry, and exhausted.

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anonymous asked:

Okay xdd random story. Yesterday I was talking with my friends on Whatsapp and One girl said that she was reading a Doujinshi r18 on youtube and the vídeo has a dubstep soundtrack and she said she can't take it seriously so I answer: Sure, the main characters are thinking, let's go and fuck to the pace of Skrillex and then my friend answer to that saying: Beka to Yura 2k17 😂

hmm personally i dont ship them as a romantic dynamic (i will withhold my rant about platonic relationships because ive gone off on it before) but i think that would be more of a yuri thing to suggest

anonymous asked:

Hi there! I was wondering if I could ask for a reaction if you have time? What would be the romanced companions' reactions on SS singing the 'You are my Sunshine' tune. Like they were walking down the hall and caught SS singing the pre-war song while thinking of them. Thank You!

Here you go! Like always, I took a little bit of artistic liberty with the reaction’s execution, but I hope you enjoy anyways!

As an aside, I will go ahead and say what you are all thinking,

OH MY GOSH IT’S ABOUT FREAKING TIME YOU PUT UP ANOTHER REACTION GEEZ!

As another aside,

It’s spring break y’all! Gonna have lots of time for this blog now yo!

Preston: “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray.”

It had been warm out that day; I found a spot in the backyard of Sole’s neighbor’s old house and stretched out along the ground, letting the sunbeams shine on my face. My hat sat on a chipped plastic lawn table, long forgotten, and the only sounds that reached my ears were the light jangling of wares strapped to a caravan brahmin, a few kids playing with a tin can in the middle of the street, and Sole’s softly singing voice.

They don’t know this, and in retrospect maybe it’s a little creepy, but I like to spend my days off patrol duty listening to Sole sing. I’ve never seen them sing in public, so I guess they only do so when they’re alone, hence me lounging about in the fenced in, private yard.

“Preston… Are you… sunbathing?”

Sole peeped curiously over the picket fence with wide puppy-dog eyes. My eyes blinked opened, surprised.

“Yeah, just working on my tan.”

“Heheh, okay Preston. Whatever you say….”

I laughed with them.

“Hey, mind if I join you?” They bit their lip, cocking their head to the side.

“Sure, come on over.”

Sole laid down beside me with our arms flush together. They mumbled something about my skin being warm and then turned over onto their side, wrapping themselves around me, laying their head on my chest. The corners of my mouth slipped up involuntarily, and I placed a hand on their shoulders.

“You mind if I sing Preston?”

“Sole, I wouldn’t love anything more.”

Nick: I swear Sole must be a saint. I don’t know where in the world this kid came from or why they were hysterically upset; he tried explaining it to us, but the hiccupping and the sobbing sort of drowned out all of the words. Sole didn’t care about any of the messy tears or the snotty nose though. They just scooped the child up like it was the most natural thing in the world and started singing to him.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray.”

Almost immediately the kid stopped shaking, and the sobbing diminished into whimpering. Sole hugged him closer to their chest and soothingly petted his hair, and soon enough the little thing was snoring into Sole’s jumpsuit.

“Why are you shaking your head Nick?”

I chuckled.

“It’s nothing… you’ve just got some really nice pipes is all. Maybe I should get you to sing me a lullaby whenever I check my servos. It’s the closest I get to sleeping, and it gets pretty boring otherwise, heh.”

Sole smiled at me.

“Thanks Nick, you sing pretty well yourself. In fact, I heard you singing this song the other day, and it reminded me of how much I loved singing this to Shaun right before putting him to bed. And, I’ll sing you lullabies anytime you want, so long as you sing some for me in return.” Sole winked at me.

If these old cheeks could blush.

Thank goodness they can’t.

Deacon: Roofs are great places for reconnaissance, really. Especially on warm summer days when the sun hits the tiling just right. Ah, what a relief the heated shingles are to my poor, old, aching back. Moments like this, kinda makes you feel like Boston isn’t a complete nuclear wasteland. I hope Sole doesn’t mind me using their house like this, not that they know about it or anything.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray.”

Woah, the sunglasses had to come off for that one. Was that Sole singing? Man, who knew Sole had a set of pipes that could rival Magnolia?

There they are! Toting a giant basket of wet laundry out to their makeshift clothes line. Hmm… Intriguing. I roll over onto my stomach and lace my fingers under my chin.

And this went on for about ten minutes, Sole clipping a shirt or pants to the line while singing a verse and me supplying a very subtle yet intricate and on-point harmony.

Oops! I think I might’ve hummed that verse a little too loudly.

“Deacon? Why are you on my roof?”

“Who, me? Oh, don’t mind me Sole. I’m just testing out a new set of solar-powered ballistic weave Tinker Tom made. Check it! This outfit… glows in the dark. Yeah, pretty cool right?”

There’s that eye roll I was looking for!

“Hey Sole! Is that a blush I see, or is it just hot out here?”

“Get off my roof Deacon!”

Yeah, it was totally a blush.

Cait: This’ll be the last time they ever doubt me in a combat situation. Who does Sole think they are, sayin’ I couldn’t take on a bunch o’ raiders all on me lonesome? They know better than that. I’m too hardheaded for my own good. Now they’re just sittin’ back with a tall glass o’ Nuka Cola, looking pretty as they please with those sappy, doey eyes watchin’ me bust my ass takin’ care of these numbskulls, and now that I think about it, that was probably their plan from the start.

Well, they better damn well enjoy it!

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray.”

“Really Sole? Is this really the time to be singin’ one o’ yer pre-war lullabies? I’m already steamin’ mad at’cha for foolin’ me into doin’ these raiders in by myself while you just sit back an’ do nothin’!”

“Aw, c’mon Cait! Don’t mind me, I’m just… ‘admirn’ the view.’”

I swear the red on me cheeks is from the fightin’, I swear.

Danse: It was time for my power armor’s weekly tune-up; a soldier must always keep his equipment functioning at maximum capacity. Doing otherwise proves to be very unwise and potentially fatal in the battlefield. It seems that Sole shares my sentiment from the way they ‘re leaning over the leg of their own set of power armor, tinkering with the joints in the knee.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray.”

Wait.

That isn’t their power armor.

It’s mine.

“Soldier?”

Sole seizes up like a frightened radstag. I look at them, they look back at me. Neither of us say a word, both confused by the other’s presence it seems. Sole glances at my power armor out of the corner of their eye.

“Um… I can explain! But… I’d rather not have to, so…”

“Okay bye!” And they dash off into the night.

Bizarre. Then again, Sole is indeed a bizarre specimen. Oh well, I guess I can pick up where they left off. Hm? What’s that piece of paper in my helmet?

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray.”

Long after Sole confesses, I still keep that paper in my helmet.

Hancock: Mmmmm. Lazy mornin’s can’t get any better than this. Idle fingers dragging across my skull, my cheek nice and warm against someone’s rumbling chest, and a sweet, sweet melody to slowly ease my sleeping body awake.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray.”

“Now what have I done in past lifetimes to earn myself such a wonderful alarm clock?” I mumble, eyes still closed, and tender fingertips drew lines across my eyelids. Ah, it’s practically paradise! All I need now is Sole hand feeding me some tarberries and this trip to luxury would be complete.

“So, what made you decide to give me a private concert doll? I ain’t ever heard you sing before. You should do it more often.”

“U-um. I thought you were asleep. I don’t really like singing in front of people to be honest.”

“C’mon now, you can’t be serious! Hey, I bet Magnolia would enjoy a vacation from The Third Rail once and a while. I’m sure she’d let you cover for her.”

Sole lightly smacks the side of my head.

“Hush! You know I’m embarrassed easily.”

“Heh, that’s my favorite thing about ya. That blush is just too cute sunshine. Speakin’ of, how’s about I fall back asleep so you can wake me up with that sunshine song again?”

I chuckled when they didn’t answer, but right before falling asleep again, a faint ‘okay’ echoes between my ears. That nap was seriously full of sweet dreams.

MacCready: “Sole. Please stop, this is embarrassing.”

I will never take Sole back to the Third Rail again, or any other bar for that matter. Magnolia leaves the stage for one minute, and Sole, with their drunken self, believes that it’s a-okay to start belting out a stupid kid’s song at me in front of all of the other patrons. People are starting to look at us weird. I have a serious reputation to uphold Sole! Dangit!

“YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE! MY ONLY SUNSHINE! YOU MAKE ME HAPPYYYYYYYY! WHEN SKIES ARE GRAAAAAY!”

Oh boy.

“Sole, if I didn’t love you, we would be having serious problems right now.”

“YOU LOVE ME?”

Oh shi-shoot! Did I really just say that? Oh great, now they’re crying.

“You love me!?Really? I-I love you too MacCready!”

Thwump!

And Sole’s down for the count. I guess that means I’m carrying them to bed tonight. Hope they don’t remember any of this in the morning.

Please let them forget what I said, I’m not ready to deal with that yet.

Piper: “Hm… when they’re not crawling with gunners, these, what did you call them? Overpasses? Yeah, these overpasses aren’t so bad. You can see the whole Commonwealth from up here… It’s actually kind of pretty. Wouldn’t mind vacationing here to be honest. I could start a column for it! “Prime R&R real estate of the Commonwealth!” Heh, what do you think Sole? Sole?”

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray.”

“You come up with that on your own Sole? Is the sunset inspiring you?”

Sole chuckles while watching the horizon.

“Nah, it’s just, I would sing that song to Shaun whenever I put him to sleep for the night. He always liked it. It might’ve even been his favorite.”

“I can see why. It’s a nice song, especially coming from you.”

Sole smiles and turns to press their lips against my forehead.

“I can sing it for you too, if you want.”

“That sounds like the perfect way to end the day Sole.”

I wrap my arm around their waist, and Sole does the same to me. Leaning against them, I listen to their lullaby echo out across the landscape. I snuggle into their side; it’s perfect for R&R.

Yeah, this is definitely going in my new column.

Curie: My gardening business is really blooming, er, so to speak! Hehe, I believe I just made a pun, no.

I’m so flattered that zhe robots at Graygarden ordered a palatte of my hybridized mutfruit trees! I have to agree with zhem, the taste of the purple fruit is most exquisite! Although, I’m not sure how zhey know zhat seeing as zhey lack proper tasting apparatuses.

Luckily for me, Sole offered to help prune zhe trees before shipping them off. Now and again I glance over; zhey seem so focused, so concentrated, but at zhe same time, zhey seem happy.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray.”

Sole’s singing brings me so much joy! Zhey have been doing it more and more often now; I hope zhat it signals zhe end of their struggle with depression. It’s been so hard on zhem ever since zhe Institute blew away in a flash of smoke. Oh! It seems Sole caught me staring!

“Don’t mind me Sole! I’m just enjoying zhe evening.” I smile at zhem. Zhey smile back. Everything is alright, and zhe smell of sweet fruit envelopes us in a warm summer atmosphere.

“Me too Curie, me too. This evening reminds me of vacations I would take with my family to sprawling vineyards and orchards to ride horses. The trips were nice, I remember, but sometimes I feel like our evenings are just as pleasant… if not more so… because you’re here with me. I don’t think I could be content in this wasteland without you here by my side. So… thanks for being there for me Curie.”

My heart flutters! I wish I could tell Sole just as much and more, but my mouth is too busy grinning!

X6-88: I swear, if it wasn’t for me, Sole would never clean their guns. The pistol they constantly strapped to their hip looked beyond repairing when I finally forced them down at the workbench, but for the discipline of it, I made them work on the gun anyway. I have to concede however, that Sole has the determination of a courser. They lean into the effort with an angry expression.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray.” It’s very soft, almost imperceptible. The song definitely didn’t sound like something someone would sing to their equipment.

“What an odd lullaby. Are you putting the gun to sleep? Honestly, I believe that would be the most forgiving course of action.”

“What!? Oh geez! I forgot you were there.”

A hand went to rub the back of their neck, and Sole’s gaze darts to me, then quickly to the left. Strange.

“So this is not something you normally do in front of people? Interesting.”

“Y-yeah, yeah, just forget about it. Please.”

“That will be difficult to achieve Sole. Seeing as the performance was… unforgettable.”

Sole turtles their head between their shoulders. Heh, a foreseeable outcome, but not at all an unwelcome one. It’s cute if not also a little frustrating.

But then again, I never really expect anything different from Sole.

angleterre97  asked:

Hi! Could you maybe do an AU where Bones works at a dive bar and Jim is a guitar player who does shows on weekends and is constantly using his playlist to hit on the grumpy bartender who helped patch him up after falling off the stage that one time?

I love this, thanks for the suggestion!

  • Jim Kirk can sing, alright? Like, the type of singing that absolutely doesn’t belong in a dive bar. And he plays the guitar so well. Whether it’s a quiet, jazzy tune or he plugs in his electric guitar for a a more rocking night, Jim Kirk is incredible. 
  • Bones thinks he’s insufferable. Sure, he brings in the public, who in turn buy drinks from Bones. But Jim is this arrogant, handsome young man who’s full of potential and life energy. Who sees beauty in everyone. Who is always smiling. Who sings beautiful songs he wrote himself. Jim is just that incredibly annoying, good at everything guy that Bones wants to hate but can’t. His only flaw is being clumsy while drunk, and that’s barely a flaw because everyone is clumsy while drunk. And that one time Jim’s fallen off the stage, Bones checks out his wrist and patches up the gash on his cheek. “I’m sorry to say it, but I think you’re going to be fine. Unfortunately,” Bones says, and Jim gasps. “Unfortunately?” He repeats, though when Bones grins, so does Jim. Bones gives him a scotch on the house, and Jim’s more than willing to accept.
  • Jim’s songs get a little different from then on. Weirder. Still beautifully sung, skillfully played on his guitar. But the lyrics are odd. Jim’s just standing on that small stage, sitting on a high stool in front of his microphone. “I’m just trying out this new song that I wrote the other day. It’s called; Thank you for patching me…up.” and Bones raises an eyebrow. He’s trying to listen to the song, but he’s also serving customers their drinks and he’s keeping the bar clean. Over the next few days, Jim adds more songs to his repertoire, all including names like: Dear BartenderYou should walk me home after work, you should call me on xxx-xxx-xxxx, and You should pay attention to me
  • And Bones listens, and surely Bones is trying to turn these songs into hidden meanings that they’re not. Jim has a nice soothing voice he’s grown quite accustomed to, and it sucks when Bones works shifts where Jim’s not there. And when Jim is there, he always goes to the bar straight after his performance for a free drink, something Bones is happy to give him. “Did you like the last song?” Jim asks, sipping his scotch. “I guess,” Bones replies, before adding: “Sure. You have a good voice. Sometimes I don’t even know why you insist on playing here rather than some downtown pub with actual potential.” Jim perks up a little at that. “I’m here for the view,” he says, and Bones raises an eyebrow. Jim sighs. “I’m also here because of the drinks, and the bartender’s pretty nice most nights.” Bones huffs. “Most nights?” “Yeah, I can’t speak for the nights when you’re not working,” Jim adds, and it’s smooth. It’s definitely smooth. But Jim can’t mean anything serious with that, can he? “You get a lot of action with those songs you’re singing?” Bones asks him, and Jim shrugs. “Yeah, I guess. But I’m mostly interested in one particular person.” And Bones really wants to ask him, but a group of new visitors arriving at the bar draw his attention away from Jim.
  • Probably Jim gets impatient. Rather than his own music, he’s doing a bunch of covers one night, and it’s a weird mismatch of genres, with songs such as: Tired of Waiting For You, from The Kinks, I gotta know by Elvis Presley, and Should I Stay or Should I Go by the Clash. It’s odd, it doesn’t fit. People like it, but Bones thinks it’s odd. And Scotty’s leaning against the bar and he’s listening as well, drinking his beer, before turning to Bones. “Sounds like he’s growing impatient, huh?” He says, and Bones frowns, “Of what?” he asks. “Of you, of course.” Scotty replies so matter-of-factly. “What does that mean?” “Oh my God,” Scotty says, nearly slamming his beer down at the bar, hard enough for foam to rise over the top of his bottle. “Are you serious? Ya wee dafty,” he says, and Bones has no idea what that means. “He’s been writing songs to you for weeks,” Scotty explains. “Seriously, he’s put his phone number in one of his songs so you’ll call him. Did you never listen? Jeez.” “Okay, calm down,” Bones says, “I’m sure he’s not… singing about me. I’m just a bartender.” “His song is literally called ‘Dear Bartender’!” Scotty protests. “I swear to God, you are the most oblivious…” He stops when Jim actually approaches the bar again. Without thinking, Bones serves him his usual drink. “So,” Jim says, “what do you think?” “Nice,” Bones replies, in lieu for a better answer because the thought of someone like Jim being actually into him was something he couldn’t really cope with. Jim could get anyone. Why would he even be remotely interested in Bones, who worked in a dive bar at night and a car garage during the day, just to get by? Jim, who was smart, and clever, and just talented at everything he gave a try. “Nice,” Jim repeats, and he really doesn’t sound all too amused at that. “Just nice?” “It was good. Odd song choice selection, but performed okay,” Bones replies, and Jim sighs. “Hey, listen. I’ve been asked to perform downtown. It’s a pretty big deal, and I think I might take it,” Jim says, and there’s something in his voice. Like he’s waiting for Bones to tell him to stay, or something. And Bones wants to, he really does, but Jim deserves so much more than a shady dive bar. “That’s… that’s great news. Well done,” He says, heart heavy as Bones hears himself speak, and he adds a “congratulations”. Jim’s fingers tighten around his glass. He just throws his drink back, and gets up from his bar stool. “Thanks.” And walks away. Next to him, Bones hears Scotty sigh. “If you were waiting for the right moment, Bones, you just missed it.” 
  • And Bones tries to tell Scotty  don’t be ridiculous, but he’s right. And Bones has to think of something quick, because Jim picks up his guitar and he’s cleaning up and if Jim leaves those doors to play at a different gig, then that’s it. No more Jim. And so Bones just panics, and he probably does the cheesiest, dumbest thing ever. “Scotty, take over.” He says, walking away from the bar to leave Scotty in charge, who really doesn’t know how to serve anything that’s not beer.
  • So Bones just slams on a song on the old Jukebox in the corner. It’s loud, it’s super obnoxious, and Bones absolutely can’t sing to save his life, but when he does climb up that stage, at least he has Jim’s attention. “What are you doing?” Jim asks, just closing his guitar case. “I’m an idiot, okay. Just..” Bones starts, but when the music starts, he just starts to sing along because embarrassing himself in front of his crowd of loyal customers - and Jim - is somehow easier than just saying Hey I like you too, and so when REO Speedwagen starts singing the whole “I can’t fight this feeling anymore” Bones just rolls with it and Jim looks at him dumbfounded. “Feel free to stop me any time,” Bones says to Jim, small smile, but Jim is grinning widely, arms crossed in amusement, and he’s just like: “Nah, you suffer through this a little longer.” and so Bones continues ‘ti it’s almost over and finally, finally, Jim pulls him away from the microphone to kiss him right there on stage, but Bones is definitely not stopping him. “You know the entire lyrics to REO Speedwagen,” Jim points out, “that’s pretty bad.” “Shut up.” Bones mutters, and Jim’s just like: “Make me.” And Bones happily does.

pocketsizedredhead  asked:

Stiles and Lydia's first dance as a married couple. Include a song of your choice!

“Stiles, I hate to say it, but this is not working.” 

He’s trying not to laugh, which Lydia sincerely appreciates, because she knows that anything shorter than the utmost of love for her would make it impossible. But this is her night, and Stiles knows better than to incur her wrath. However, he does see the irony in it. He’d be a fool not to. Because Lydia Martin’s perfect wedding has been ruined by the simple act of taking her heels off. 

They were hurting her feet. So when Come What May had come over the speakers, and the DJ had announced that it was time for their first dance, Stiles had whispered to her that she could take off her shoes. Nobody would notice, right? Her feet are hidden by at least six layers are tulle. 

Except. 

Except her dress had been made with the six inch heels on, and she can’t walk when she takes off her shoes, and now she’s staring at Stiles with complete panic on her face as she tries to dance with him. 

She is Lydia Martin. Things like these don’t happen to her. 

“I think I cursed you,” he says apologetically. “It’s the Stilinski name. Bad call, marrying one of us unlucky bastards.”

“You aren’t unlucky,” Lydia says breezily. “One of you married me, after all.”

He grins. 

“I think I have your quick fix,” he says. “Do you trust me?”

“Implicitly,” she says. 

“Arms around my neck,” he instructs as he puts his around her waist. Then he pulls her up. Her feet are hanging midair, but the dress is now brushing elegantly against the floor as Stiles sways to Nicole Kidman’s voice. 

Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place. Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace. Suddenly my life doesn’t seem such a waste… it all revolves around you. 

That was kind of genius, husband,” Lydia says, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. “Aren’t you the one who married an MIT professor?”

“I am,” he says. “But you’re the one who married her partner in crime, so you shouldn’t be surprised. You’d be bored with me if I were dumb.”

“True,” she says fondly. “But you’re so pretty that it would take a while, to be fair.”

He preens slightly, and she stretches her neck to kiss his jaw. 

“You realize that I’m never going to dance normally again, right?”

Stiles frowns. 

“What?”

“We actually look like a normal couple instead of an adult dancing with a kid. This is a reasonable height difference. It’s way easier to kiss you and I get to count your moles with minimal effort. This is going to be a thing.”

“Okay, I know you’re light, but I don’t work out enough to keep this up for more than one song.”

She kisses him lightly, a tender smile pressing against his mouth. 

“And I somehow love that about you, my non-supernatural man.”

“Didn’t know that was a requirement for marriage.”

“For me? Pretty sure it was. You get to spend the rest of your life dealing with my crazy, though. Are you prepared?” She wiggles her eyebrows, but Stiles just nods seriously. 

“Oh yeah,” he says. “So prepared.” 

You're A Work Of Art (Part 4)

Part 4

Summary: “Good girl” Y/N falls for frat boy Luke Hemmings. 

Rating: Mature- slight smut 


This is just fucking perfect. Just what I need. To encounter this asshole again.

Now my dress was stained, and I was now cold.

“Yeah, like it was my fault. Instead of checking out blondie you should have watched where you were going.” I scoffed, while rolling my eyes at him.

I swear to god I have never seen someone’s facial expression change so quickly. Luke’s eyes widened as he looked down to find me standing right in front of him with an annoyed look on my face.

“Holy shit" he muttered while looking me up and down. Was he checking me out? “Asshole” I muttered before turning away and to go find a bathroom to try and make the stain on my dress less obvious. 

 "Wait, Y/N" I heard from behind me. My god, will he ever stop tormenting me?

 "Go away Luke.“ I called over my shoulder, while turning into an empty hall. I looked throughout the hall and eventually found the bathroom. I walked in and then closed the door behind my self. 

 Finally, some peace and quiet. I know I said l needed all that loudness and the alcohol, but I’m starting to think it was a bad idea. I grabbed a hand towel that was tucked into the shelves and started trying to dry up the stain. About three minutes later I heard a knock on the door.

 "It’s occupied!” I called to whoever was on the other side of the door and turning back to my stain. I heard the door handle being twisted and the I saw the door open. “Do you not understand what ‘occupied’ means Luke? ” I asked in annoyance. “What if I was like naked or something?”

 "That would be a sight to see" he replied while smirking and walking into the bathroom. I rolled my eyes before asking “What do you want, anyway. Haven’t you tormented me enough today?” I said while turning around and leaning on the counter to face him. “Nah, I don’t think I’ve done enough damage yet.” he replied causing me to scoff and turn back to trying to the stain.

 "Asshole.“

 "You know Princess, you tend to call me that a lot. Not that I’m not flattered by it, which I so am, I would like a more appreciative name.” He said walking up behind me. 

 I stopped what I was doing and turned around again. “Really? I think asshole really suits you. And don’t call me princess. ” I replied smiling but you could tell it was out of annoyance. I looked up to find him staring down at me again, biting his lip. God, did he look so hot right now. Like I said. I admit to him being attractive but his attitude is horrible.

 "Nah, I like calling you princess. It annoys you which gives me joy. So princess, can I ask why you are out so late tonight. Don’t you have a test you need to study for? Or an ex boyfriend to get over? “ he asked, laughing, while taking the toilet lid and closing it so he could sit down. 

 "My name is not princess, and I don’t care for studying. Especially not when I’m trying to get over and lying, cheating ex boyfriend. So if you don’t mind, I would like to drink my night away. Take someone home with me to forget that I was cheated on. And I would like if you would leave me the Fuck alone because frankly every time you’re around I end up crying over something that’s completely ridiculous. ” I replied while throwing the towel down and walking out of the bathroom into the, still empty, hall.

 I felt tears sting my eyes again. Fucking hell. This is torture. Fuck it.

 I’m just going to go home and deal with break ups like any other girl would. Ice cream and sad romance movies. I wiped my tears away and started walking out to the rest of the party. After one more drink. I was going to go home.


  One more drink, quickly escalated to 2, then 3, then so on and so on. I was on my 5th cup of Rum and Coke. My second shot of Patrone.

 Needless to say, I was fucked up. I was enjoying it though. I forgot everything. I forgot about Luke, and Calum. Everything went away. I was numb. 

 I had eventually found some random guy who I found hot and started dancing with him because, why the hell not? Eventually, I got tired of dancing with him and left to get another drink. I stumbled into the kitchen and saw someone familiar. 

“Luke!” I slurred, laughing while walking up to him. He looked down at my drunken state and slightly laughed. “Oh my god Luke, I haven’t seen you since you were telling me that I was basically and goody-two-shoes who needs to get over her ex! God that was so fun” I laughed while walking to the counter to make another drink.

 "You’re fucking hammered. How much have you had to drink tonight?“ he asked. “I don’t know. It was like,” and with I started counting on my fingers how much I had. Eventually I held up 6 fingers. 

 "I’ve had this much!“I said while showing him my fingers. “Yeah you’re done for the night.” he said taking the bottle away from my hands. He was looking out for me? This was New.

 "I’m just trying to have fun, and not be a goody-two-shoes! And show you t-that I am not hung up on Calum anymore” I replied, reaching for the bottle again. 

 "No, you seriously are done. Okay? No more.“ he replied sternly. This caused me to laugh. “Whooaa, Luke Hemmings, when did you become my father?” I giggled. “I’m not your father. I’d just prefer to make sure you don’t die from alcohol poisoning. ” He replied. 

 "Oh my gosh, I love this song! “ I squealed, totally ignoring what he had said. "Dance with me!” I asked while looking at him. “Uhm, how about no.” he replied while taking and sip of his beer. “What? Why?” I whined . “I don’t dance.” he replied subtly.

 "Fine. I’ll just dance by myself. “ I called over my shoulder while walking into the dining room. I heard Luke sigh and then I heard him follow. "Why are you in the dining room?” he asked. “ To dance.” I replied giggling while stepping up onto a dining room chair and onto the dining table. 

 "Y/N, what the hell are you doing. You’re gonna fall off” Luke said. “Well, then you’re just gonna have to catch me when I do. ” I winked down at him and started dancing to the music. I had no idea where this confidence came from, or why I was sharing the confidence with him. I guess being drunk does stupid shit to me.

 Luke’s mouth dropped and his eyes widened as he watched me dance. My dancing, you can say, was not very kid friendly. More like stripper without a pole status.

 My dancing went on and had attracted a crowd. Around 20 guys were standing around the table watching me dance now. I scanned the crowd and spotted 

Luke still in the same spot watching me, like I had hypnotized him. 

 The song was almost over so I made my grand finale. I dropped to the table and started bouncing up and down on my knees, and then grinding in the air, causing the guys to go fucking crazy. (Yes I just incorporated Halsey’s grinding sue me) 

 The song ended and all the guys applauded and wolf whistled at me. Some throwing money at me like I was a hired stripper. Some chanting that they wanted more.

 I saw Luke push his way to the front of the crowd. I smiled when I saw him. “Luke! ” I called still smiling. 

 I tried stepping onto the chair to get off the table, but that ended with me completely missing the chair and falling. Or, almost falling. “You caught me..” I smiled while looking up at his blue eyes.

 He set me down onto the ground and smiled at me. “Where did you learn to do that?” he asked me. “I don’t know.” I replied. I looked around and saw that the crowd had now left and it was just us two. 

 "Well, whatever it fucking was. It was hot.“ he said while looking down at me biting his lip again. I giggled while looking down sheepishly. Why am I letting this happen to my self? I shouldn’t be like this with Luke. 

 ” You’re so mysterious and hard to understand. You’re always full of amazing surprises. You’re beautiful in every way possible and in your own ways. You’re like a work of art” he said while using two fingers under my chin to get me to look up at him. 

 My heart clenched at the words he said. My stomach erupted with millions of butterflies. I looked into his eyes, and I just knew things were gonna start getting fucked up. 

 "Kiss me.“I said while looking at him. Not even realizing what I had said.

 "You don’t have to tell me twice..” he replied while leaning in and feverishly attaching our lips together. 

 This was wrong. All of it. I shouldn’t be like this with Luke. It was wrong of me. To be with the person who has tormented you for so long. The person who has made you feel like complete crap.I knew his reputation. And I knew this wouldn’t end well. It was wrong, but God damn did it feel right.

. I felt Luke release my lips and he starting peppering my jaw and neck with kisses. He kissed a certain spot right before the end of my neck and I let out a shaky breath. I could feel him smirk against my neck before his tongue slightly grazed the skin causing me to let out a slight moan.

 "Found it.“ he said while going back to the base of my neck and sucking on my sweet spot. I was in slight ecstasy before I realized that this was all happening publicly and people could walk in at any moment.

 I gently pushed him away, his face worried before I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him down. I leaned up and whispered in his ear, “We should probably go somewhere a little more private.” and pulled away to see him smirking down at me. God, what the fuck am I doing?

 OKAY WOO LONG ASS CHAPTER. I AM SO BAD AT UpDATING. SORRY IF THIS CHAOTER SUCKKSS. I TRIED. BUT YEAHHH.

Thinking Out Loud - Ashton Irwin [fluff]

Requested - yes

Anonymous - “One for Ash based on Thinking out loud by Ed Sheeran?”

A/N: I always have problems with finding the actual plotline within a song so I normally just use it as a basis usually idk. This is like looking back and then thinking about the future

Word Count - 879

Ashton’s fingers fiddle with yours as the two of you lie on a hammock. You’ve decided to rent a beach house for a holiday for your one year anniversary. The two of you are currently on the back porch of the house rocking slowly side to side in the hammock enjoying the quiet and the sea.

“Remember the first time we met?” he asks all of a sudden.

“That was out of the blue,” you giggle lightly.

“I’m just thinking out loud,” he mumbles.

“Yeah I remember, I met you I hated you and then I loved you like someone flicked a switch,” you nuzzle into his neck and he nods.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

Flashback to a year and a half ago and you hadn’t yet met Ashton, you were in school and were just hearing word of this new kid starting today, little did you know he’d end up sitting right next to you at the back of your English class. Ashton had become the most liked student in the class within seconds of stepping inside, he’d made jokes that weren’t at anyone’s expense and made the teacher and most of the class laugh, he’d practically lit up the room with his smile and he’d gotten pretty much everyone interested in him, everyone except you. There was something about him that gave you an odd feeling that you could neither pinpoint as good or bad yet, meaning you just weren’t certain about him.

Over the course of half a year the two of you became practically mortal enemies, not in a way that meant you couldn’t be in the same room as each other, more so that you couldn’t be in the same room without making fun of each other.

One afternoon in English you arrived late after failing a maths test and being yelled at by your maths teacher.

“Take your seat [Y/N],” your English teacher said.

“What a badass,” Ashton commented as you took your seat.

“Don’t Ashton, I’m not in the mood,” you hissed.

“Someone’s got their panties in a twist,” he mumbled with a soft chuckle.

“Seriously don’t!” you practically exclaimed.

“What’s wrong with you?” he laughed.

“Irwin. [Y/L/N]. What’s going on back there?” the teacher questioned turning all attention to you.

“Nothing,” Ashton replied.

“He won’t keep his mouth shut,” you mumbled.

“Okay then, both of you, detention, after school, today, no excuses”

That day after school the two of you showed up at detention, and took your seats. The two of you were left alone in detention since the teacher assumed you didn’t like each other enough to talk, but he underestimated Ashton.

“What’s your problem with me?” he asked.

You shrugged.

“Why don’t you like me?” he proceeded.

“You didn’t give me a reason to,” you replied.

“Well you didn’t give me a reason to like you but I’m going to tell you a secret, I don’t actually hate you,” he admitted.

“You’re pretty good at pretending then”

He wiggled his eyebrows, “I figured I’d go along with you, I didn’t know you and you seemed interesting”

Over the hour of detention you actually got to know each other, and something changed in your mind, there may have actually been a chance that you liked him, like really liked him.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

“You know we’re young right?” he says.

You nod, “Twenty-three is more like quarter aged than middle aged”

“So we have a long time to be together,” he adds.

“The way this is going makes it sound like you’re about to break up with me”

“No don’t worry,” Ashton smiles. “I just want to be certain that we’ll be in love for good, like we’re not going to fall out of love”

“Don’t worry you’ll always be perfectly able to sweep me off of my feet even if my legs stop working or it means that you break your back while doing it,” you laugh.

“Good,” he smiles, “‘cause I’m sure that I’ll love you 'til I’m 70”

“But what if we both live to 100 that’s 30 years of nothing,” you joke.

“You see, I think that we’re like soulmates, joint at the soul, and souls… they live forever,” Ashton mumbles.

“Are you trying to write a song here?” you laugh.

There’s a small silence where he pecks your lips.

Suddenly you get a fairly morbid thought, “What would you did if I died, Ash?”

“I’d cry,” he answers honestly.

“No seriously?” you playfully hit his chest.

“Well it depends what we’re talking about here,” he says. “And what you’d want me to do”

“Okay, we’re 50, getting a little gray and frayed around the edges,” you explain. “And then I die, not sure why, I just die. I’d want you to move on”

“I don’t know if I could though. I’d never get over you, when I’m on tour without you for, I don’t know, 3 days I start seeing your face everywhere I look, I don’t know how even a few years without you would last, it’d feel like a lifetime”

“It’s a good thing we’re not dying then,” you smile.

He nods and turns onto his side, as do you, and you press your forehead to his, still rocking from side to side, until you fall asleep.

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OKAY. RANTING ABOUT ABIGAIL BRESLIN RIGHT NOW.

It is one thing to write a song about a boy and make witty (probably not very kind) comments about him, we all want to do it

But to write a song that has OBVIOUS lyrics as to who it’s about it and totally trash them is another.

Honestly sure, sing about how he played you or how you’re so much better off without him, but DO NOT make fun of their appearance, or flaws. I mean like come on, what are you? Five? The song is incredibly immature, like seriously, “All your band mates are hotter then you.” Okay, yeah I’m sure that hit Michael really hard. 

If anything, she’s totally just embarrassed herself. And the song was definitely for attention, I mean she literally posted it right after the AMA’s and ARIA awards. She’s just looking for attention the wrong way. But however, this rant is feeding into her attention seeking so I’m going to stop now before I write a whole essay. 

MIKEY BABY YOU ARE HOT AF AND YOU OWN IT AND EVERYTHING SHE SAID WAS JUST SOME CHILDISH REMARKS SHE THOUGHT WOULD HURT YOU. WE KNOW YOU’RE BETTER THAN THAT, AND I’M SURE YOU COULD GIVE TWO SHITS ABOUT HER DUMB SONG BUT IF YOU DO, REMEMBER WHAT SHE SAID IS PURE HATE AND WE LOVE YOU.

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