you little piece of british shit

How sex work has ruined my dating life

Sex work has ruined my relationship/dating life in more ways than I could possibly imagine

I can no longer even have a conversation with a guy without thinking
“YOU FUCKING LYING PIECE OF SHIT I KNOW YOURE ONLY SAYING THIS BECAUSE YOU WANT SOME OF THIS PUSS-AY”
Or
“How would one possibly and also cunningly extract money,food or and a shopping trip from this poor unaware individual?” *very British accent*.

Not only that I have acquired what one would call a “stripper brain” meaning that from the moment you sit down I AM JUDGING YOU
From your watch to your shoes to that nasty little stain on your jumper.
I mean you could really be a nice guy. Like AMAZING..

..But is that a Casio watch you’re wearing?Yeah good bye.✋🏿

This actually brings me on to another thing… MONEY😊😊

There was once a time in my life that I could really be with a 9-5 guy who makes 60-90 a shift..(good times)

Now that I’m extremely spoilt and I feel severely distraught if I make 200 in a night therefore I find itboth hard and unattractive to date a guy who is on a lower income than me AND CANNOT SPEND! I tried it once before and I felt like a sugar mummy. I paid for all the dates and was even borrowing him money🙄🙄🙄

Now this is the sad part..
I don’t think I could even trust a man with the kind of guys that walk into my club you know..

Married ass men begging you to come home with them offering any amount even though back at home your kids ain’t even got no school shoes.

Men denying their girlfriends and claiming the beautiful women on their screen savers are their sister or their “deceased cousins”.

I even had one guy told me he wears a wedding ring because he “Doesn’t want to attract women because all women are after his money” Really nigga?¿.

You even get those guys that insult their Mrs. Infront you like seriously?

Anyways that’s my rant.

Moral: fuckniggasgetmoney gangganggang fuck trump even though I live in the UK Kodakfree ayyy

AN ALTERNATE ENDING to Back to the Past, by @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit

Ha, this original story isn’t mine it’s Tayah’s ( @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit ) but I need to show her my Alt. Endings somehow so blep

-Serenity

.oOo.

Before you could, another man stuck his leg out, causing you to trip and fall onto the ground. You brought your arms forward to brace yourself, an instinctive preparation for impact. A slight pinch, accompanied by a tingle resonated through your body, but you blamed the fall.

In your escape, you hadn’t realized your weapon was no longer in your hand. You scanned the surrounding area, to see if it was anywhere in arms reach, but it was nowhere to be found. You didn’t have time to dwell on that fact, however, as a boot had just landed between your shoulderblades.

You were forced down, your cheek slapping against the bottom of the tent. A small cry of annoyance and pain escaped your lips. And you thought all British guys were like the hot ones in the movies. Again, you were left with little time to process as your arms and legs were grabbed and the clothes you were wearing were yanked on impatiently from the back.

“Let go of me, you piece of shit!” The anger in your tone was met with laughter. You grunted in rage, blindly flailing to the best of your ability. The British soldiers continued to pull at your clothes, making small remarks about how they would enjoy what you had to offer with your attitude, or whatever. You didn’t care. You needed to get out.

Before anymore of your clothing could be removed, a gunshot ripped through the air in the small space you were in. The man directly above you, who had been the main culprit of the attempted undressing, had caught the bullet in his chest, sending him backwards.

None other than Hamilton stood at the doorway, holding his musket with a grip that turned his knuckles white. His words came out low and thick, a stark contrast to his normal voice.

“Get off of her, or I’ll kill you, too.” At this point, Hamilton had traded his musket for a pistol, which was aimed at the two men. They rose their hands in surrender and stepped away from you, not bothering to pick a fight. Losing more than one life over a random woman was not worth the trouble, in their eyes.

As soon as they were gone, you scrambled to your feet, falling directly into Hamilton’s embrace. He holstered his weapon immediately, quick to wrap his arms around you and begin inspecting for wounds at the position he was in. As you got closer, though, he felt something poking him.

“(Y/N), are you okay?

You didn’t respond. Instead, you pulled back slightly from him, your eyes wide with fear. Your entire body was trembling. And Alexander couldn’t figure out why, until you both looked down. There it was, your stick. The weapon you planned on using to defend yourself. Burrowed into your flesh like it actually belonged there.

”(Y/N)!“ Gunshots were still surrounding you, but for a brief moment they silenced for both of you.

“Alexander…” Tears welled up in your eyes.

“No, you can’t leave me yet! (Y/N), please! Not yet! I didn’t get the chance- I haven’t even told you how much I love you, (Y/N)! I-I wrote it out, it was all planned and- I shouldn’t have left you alone, I should have protected you… I should have-” Alexander gripped you tightly, tears bigger than your own sliding down his cheeks.

“Alexander, please. It’s okay. I love you.” You smiled, a gesture that brought you pain now that the adrenaline had worn off. There was nothing left of the hatred that used to be in his eyes. Where there was once a cool, dark hate, there is now a burning, bright passion.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N), for everything I’ve said to you and everything I’ve done, I’m sorry for ever wanting to hurt you and I’m sorry for-” You silenced him by pressing your lips against his.

(same stuff happens as in original except rather than being shot they just sit in front of each other as she’s dying and then-)

You inspect every part of his face. His eyes, the shape of his nose and the subtle wrinkles on his forehead due to stress. He hovers over you, speaking quietly. At this point, you can’t hear him. You’re just watching, blinking every so often.

When Alexander looks back at you after checking behind his shoulder, your eyes are a misty (Y/E/C), dull and unfocused. Your breathing is slowed and the edges of your vision darkens.

“My love, take your time. I’ll see you on the other side.” You whisper, blinking once.

You read the last words on his lips to you, and relish in the warm feeling that follows.

“I love you,” he said, before planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Just A Dream 2

Originally posted by manichero-tommy-peter

Originally posted by bornimaginary

Part 1 // Part 3

Your eyes fluttered open on their own. Glancing around you noted that you had fallen asleep on the living room couch. Yawning, you reached your arms high up above your head while pushing your legs downwards in the most delightful post-wake up stretch. With a pleasured grown, you returned to your previous position, curled up beneath a warm downy blanket. 

Peter Pan was still playing on your television, so you decided to settle in for the rest of it. That didn’t last too long. Muffled noises from above you caught your attention. You tensed immediately, brow furrowing as you sat up slowly. You turned down your television, straining your ears to hear better.

There it was. It sounded like someone, or something was rummaging around in your room. You heart sped up as fear gripped you. How in the hell had someone gotten into your second story room?! You tried to calm your racing heart as you grabbed your phone in case you needed to call 911. 

Slowly you slunk towards the staircase. You peered around the banister but saw nothing at the top. Placing your hand on the railing, you took one step forward before stalling. “Never follow the creepy noise,” you mumbled to yourself as you took another step, “Why are you following the creepy noise?” your voice was weak and frightened. There was nothing on the landing and all of the doors were closed except yours. You chewed your cheek, unsure of whether or not you had left it like that this morning.

You crept towards your door, heart hammering in your ears. Your stomach was twisted in knots as you placed your palm on the door, slowing inching it forward. You winced as the hinges made a horrid screeching sound, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end. Peering inside, you sighed in relief. There was nothing there. “You’re going nuts, y/n,”you chuckle at yourself.

Stepping into your empty bedroom you weren’t sure of how convinced you were that what you heard was in fact imaginary. You shook off your doubt, not wanting to freak yourself out. “All safe and so-WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!” your words were cut off with a screech as a large ominous shadow manifested from behind your wardrobe. It was large and pitch black in the shape of a boy. Its eyes were holes of this glowing blue light and it terrified you to your very core. Shrinking away from this…this thing, you stumbled back into your bed frame, tumbling down on to your messy bed sheets.

You knew you couldn’t escape. The fear inside of you was overwhelming. You were frozen to your spot, eyes wide in terror as the inky black shadow crept closer and closer. You opened your mouth, inhaling deeply right before a scream ripped from your throat. The shadow flinched back, unprepared from the shriek that left your lungs. It quickly smashed its fist across your cheek, cutting your scream, and consciousness, off quickly.

The shadow hoisted you over its shoulder. It crept towards your window, taking one glance around your empty room. It saw no use for you but it supposed it could indulge Pan just this once. With that, it slipped out of your window and off into the sky, unnoticed by the pedestrians below.

*

Pan smiled down at your sleeping form. His fingers carded through your hair as your chest rose and fell softly. “Finally,” he sighed. No longer did he have to wonder when the next time you would come to him would be. No longer would he have to wake up in the middle of the night aching for you. No, no longer. 

Now, you were in his treehouse, wrapped up in his sheets, where you would be his Queen. “I’ve waited so long, y/n,” Pan smirked, eyes darkening with his plans for you. “And now you’re all mine.” If you had been awake, you would have shivered at his tone, and not in the good way. Pan’s voice was dark and sinister as his eyes raked your body once more. Oh yes, he had plans for you.

*

“Jesus H. Dick,” you groaned, rolling over in soft sheets. Your head was pounding and that simple movement, rolling from one side to the other, had caused some serious pain. “What the hell happened?” you mumbled to yourself, definitely not expecting an answer. 

“Sorry about that, Shadow can get a little aggressive,” a smooth tenor voice filtered into your ears, coated with a thick British accent. Your eyes flew open as you shot up in bed, immediately regretting that decision. “Shit!” No sooner had you sat up had you felt the impact of moving so quickly. Curling into a ball, your head fell into your hands as you furled inwards between your knees. Your head was pounding and the room was spinning. “I feel like I was hit by a semi,” you gasped, met with a light chuckle. Your stomach dropped, a piece of you having hoped that you had only imagined the voice.

“Sorry about that, love.” Once the pain began to ebb, you peeked up from your fetal position, eyes landing on a boy that seemed all too familiar. Slowly unfurling from your position, careful not to move too quickly. “Who, in the hell, are you?” you questioned, eyes narrowing, guard up. “And what are you doing in-” “My room?” the mystery boy cut you off, a shit-eating grin on his face. 

You glared, about to make a smart comment about how it was your room, until you glanced around. You were, in fact, not in your room. Your eyes grew wide as your jaw hung open. The walls were wooden with large square holes, which you were assumed were windows, covered with tattered cloth. There was a single dresser with all sorts of knickknacks; dream catchers, arrow heads, shiny rocks, gold pieces, fur hats, etc. There was a rather dingy carpet in the center of the wooden floor and then the bed where you currently resided. It was the only piece of furniture that was built professionally, although seemingly rarely used. The sheets looked, and felt, brand new, however; the thick blanket made of furs that was tangled at your feet was definitely from here….wherever “here” was.

The boy stepped forward, smirk growing as you slowly eased yourself backwards. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you,” he chuckled. You watched him warily as he rounded the bed, stopping in front of you. “Just wanted to check you’re doing okay. Shadow hit you pretty hard,” the boy smiled charmingly but it only made you even more suspicious. 

You flinched as he reached forward, and for a brief moment you saw him frown. “I promise, I’m not going to hurt you,” his voice was softer this time and so, when he reached out again, you didn’t move away. As his fingers grazed your temple, eliciting a hiss of pain, you took the time to look at him. He had a roundish face with thick, dirty-blonde hair. His eyes were large and blue, like really blue. His skin was pale with rather rosy lips that seemed so familiar. Just looking at them, you seemed to already have the taste of them on your tongue.

*

When Pan had reached out and you flinched, he tried not to act hurt. This was how it always was. Kids would come in their dreams and, if they truly believed, would be brought to the island. However, every single one of them was devoid of all of their memories of the island. Pan knew you would be no different but he couldn’t deny the tightening in his chest when you pulled away.

You didn’t know him. Didn’t remember him. Didn’t remember your nights together, or the games of tag, target practice…nothing. Pan’s frown only deepened when you hissed in pain, although he was pretty happy you didn’t pull away this time. He would have a talk with his Shadow. It wasn’t supposed to harm you. You probably had a concussion now!

Pan’s fingers ghosted over your cheek and into your hair. It was just as soft as he remembered. He sighed, a ghost of a smile appearing on his lips as the familiarity of this moment washed over him. His eyes roamed your face, mesmerizing each curve. He noticed you staring, realizing it was him…his lips, you were staring at. 

Pan didn’t get nervous. He never did and never would. But he did feel his heart race once your eyes momentarily met his own. He could see it, deep inside, a flicker of recognition. Your eyes bore into his own as he slowly inched forward. Neither of you broke eye contact as Pan slid his hand from your hair, to the base of your neck. He pulled you forward, heart racing in anticipation. His breathing was fast and shallow, as he kept his eyes on you, not wanting to scare you away. His lips hovered just over yours when he took the chance to glance down at your plump lips. God he missed those. He missed you.

“Pan, the Lost Boys are growing restless,” a deep voice cut into the moment, startling both the King of Neverland and his new companion. Pan clenched his jaw tightly, eyes growing dark as he pulled away from you reluctantly. “Felix,” he growled out, hardly about to control the wave of rage that flooded him at losing his moment with you. The whole point of this was so you two wouldn’t be interrupted. “Excuse me sire,” Felix apologized, kneeling nobly down on one knee. 

Pan glanced at you, trying not to lose in cool. He didn’t want to scare you. “All is well.” Pan turned to you, frowning when you wouldn’t look at him. He wouldn’t admit it, but that had hurt. “I shall be back soon. Do not leave this room,” Pan ordered before slipping out of the room with Felix. 

*

You sat on the bed, staring at the door that…Pan? Is that what the guy called him?….had left out of. “God, what the hell,” you sighed, letting your head fall back. This had to be some sort of dream right? Falling back into the soft mattress, you gazed at the cieling. This totally had to be a dream. You must have tripped in or room when you went to check the noise and this is some weird delusion, or maybe you were still on your couch back at home napping. One thing was for sure, there was no way in hell that you were really in some bedroom of a boy named Pan, as in Peter Pan. Nope. No way. Not in a thousand years.

South Park: Bigger Longer & Uncut : Sentence Starters
  • "Now come on children, don't be shy, just give it your best shot."
  • "What is five times two?"
  • "OK, now lets try to get an answer from someone who's not a complete retard."
  • "I'm Sorry ________, but I don't trust anything that bleeds for five days and doesn't die."
  • "Dude, it's a lady getting pooed on!"
  • "You're too young for this stuff!"
  • "Hey! It IS ________'s mom!"
  • "Dude, what the fuck is wrong with German people?"
  • "Let's start by building a big statue of me, right over there where that fat kid is standing."
  • "Hey, don't call me fat buttfucker!"
  • "Respect my fuckin' authority!"
  • "You need to watch your mouth, brat."
  • "I know I was mean before. But don't worry - I can change!"
  • "Dog-shit taco!"
  • "Oh fuck."
  • "Who's a fuckin' bitch? ________'s Mooooooooom!"
  • "Blame Canada!"
  • "I don't listen to hip-hop."
  • "Haven't you heard of the Emancipation Proclamation?"
  • "I bet him he couldn't do it. I bet him a hundred dollars."
  • "I'm just fuckin' stoked I don't have to pay him."
  • "Oh, that's real nice! He was your friend, you fat fuck!"
  • "Remember what the MPAA says; Horrific, Deplorable violence is okay, as long as people don't say any naughty words!"
  • "Suck my balls."
  • "What the heck is a rimjob?"
  • "I transferred from Yardale where I had a 4.0 grade point average."
  • "It's this V-Chip, I hate it!"
  • "I can't say any dirty words."
  • "And you can't say Shit?"
  • "I'm warning you!"
  • "She's a mean old bitch and she has stupid hair."
  • "________, did you just say the F-word?"
  • "No, he's talking about "fuck". You can't say "fuck" in school, you fucking fat ass!"
  • "Why the fuck not?"
  • "What's the big deal? It doesn't hurt anybody."
  • "How would you like to suck my balls?"
  • "Holy shit, dude."
  • "Get the fuck out of here!"
  • "Notice, that nothing happens."
  • "Success! The child doesn't want to swear!"
  • "Go on, honey. It's all right."
  • "Let me have some candy."
  • "Like you really need all that chocolate."
  • "We accidentally replaced your heart with a baked potato. You have about three seconds to live."
  • "What would Brian Boitano do if he was here right now?"
  • "I'm sure he'd kick an ass or two."
  • "I just want my mom to stop fighting everyone."
  • "For ________, I'll be an activist too."
  • "Some people say that I'm a bad guy, they may be right."
  • "Any minute now I will be born again!"
  • "What if you remain a sandy little butt-hole?"
  • "Hey Satan, don't be such a twit."
  • "Mother Theresa won't have shit on me!"
  • "Man, this movie gets better every time I see it!"
  • "I'll bet you a hundred dollars you can't light a fart on fire."
  • "This stick is on fire!"
  • "Oh my God, you killed ________!"
  • "You bastard!"
  • "How come you always want to make love to me from behind?"
  • "Is it because you want to pretend I'm somebody else?"
  • "Who am I going to pretend you are, Liza Minelli?"
  • "Sure, hon."
  • "Wait, before we put a message out, do a search on the word clitoris."
  • "It isn't like this film is the first troublesome thing to come out of Canada. Let us not forget Bryan Adams."
  • "Now, now, the Canadian Government has apologized for Bryan Adams on several occasions!"
  • "Can I finish? Please, can I finish?"
  • "I think we're fighting Canadians."
  • "Canadians, Australians, what's the difference?"
  • "Fuck is the worst word that you can say."
  • "Fuck Canada!"
  • "Hey fuck you buddy!"
  • "Well, fuck my ass and call me a bitch."
  • "I want to know where you heard all this horrific obscenities, m'kay?"
  • "I seriously doubt that ________ ever said: "Eat penguin shit, you ass spelunker"."
  • "Well you fucked your uncle yesterday."
  • "Goodbye, you guys."
  • "You told us that windows 98 would be faster, and more efficient with better access to the internet!"
  • "What do you think this is kid?"
  • "The word is "forensics"."
  • "Cancer is killing, Texaco's spilling, the whole world's gone to hell, but how are you?"
  • "I'm super! Thanks for asking!"
  • "Looks like we may be out of luck."
  • "Don't kick the baby."
  • "Hold me."
  • "Why should we fucking have to spell forensics?"
  • "There is no hope now, you must get out of here."
  • "Were is your God when you need him, huh? Where is your beautiful, merciful faggot now?"
  • "We can't leave without you! We don't know where the hell we are!"
  • "I can't face my mother."
  • "Our freedom shall be won."
  • "Though I die... La Resistance lives... on..."
  • "SHIT!"
  • "What the fuck are they fighting for?"
  • "When did this song become a marathon?"
  • "Here I come, God. Here I come, you fucking rat."
  • "Is sex the only thing that matters to you?"
  • "I hope you've learned something from this whole experience."
  • "Wanna see the northern lights?"
  • "You burned yourself to death by lighting your fart."
  • "You MUST shut of the alarms!"
  • "I fucking hate guard dogs!"
  • "I heard you the first time you British piece of shit."
  • "This is worse than the time when I fell asleep and you put your dick in my mouth and took a picture."
  • "The sun is shining and the grass is green. Under the three feet of snow, I mean."
  • "It's been six weeks since Saddam Hussein was killed by a pack of wild boars and the world is still glad to be rid of him."
  • "That movie has warped my fragile little mind."
  • "What? Fuck you guys. I wanna get out of here."
  • "I saw the __________ movie. Now who wants to touch me?"
  • "Now keep in mind, 'Operation Human Shield' will suffer heavy losses. But don't lose your spirit men! Stay until the bitter end."
  • "Ah, you'd better get packing, bitch, we're running out of time."
  • "What? No? No! You can't do that! I have to go to Earth!"
  • "Thank you Clitoris!"
  • "Careful? Was my mother careful when she stabbed me in the heart with a clothes hanger while I was still in the womb?"
  • "Man, this kid is fucked up!"
  • "Last words? How's about: "Get me the fuck out of this chair!" How's that for last words?"
  • "Did you bring the buttfor?"
  • "What, is that like finding Jesus or something?"
5sos Preference #1 You get hit on by 1D

Luke:


You and Luke would be sitting watching how I met your mother on their tour bus. Liam would come in from the 1d bus just to hangout, because he just wanted to hangout with their opening band. Liam would be in his too big, slouchy, too low sweats, and a too tight thermal. You’d start gawking at him unintentionally, because well Liam is really hot. Luke would kind of notice and hug you too him tighter, and it would snap you out of your trance. You’d focus back on the show trying to get Liam’s hot body out of your mind. Luke would go to the kitchen to get drinks and snacks for you and him, because his stomach was growling like crazy. As soon as he got out of earshot Liam would lean over to you with this dark lustful look on his face, “You like what you see?” He’d give you one of those Liam winks that could melt the iceberg that brought down the titanic. You turn a deep scarlet, and immediatly look at your hands wishing Luke would hurry up, and get back. A few more minutes passed, and Luke comes back with a two liter of coke, and like 3 sandwiches, and like three bags of chips. You start laughing, “Were you starving babe?” He just laughs and settles in next to you cuddling you the best he can while he’s eating.


*The next day*


You were sitting backstage talking to Niall while 5sos was on stage. Out of nowhere Liam comes up and sits way too close to you. You feel your heartbeat speed up. You always knew Liam had a thing for you, but you never expected him to act on it considering you and Luke were basically married. He leans in really close to you and says low, “You know babe I’d love to get you alone and just eat that ass up.” You turn an even darker shade of scarlet than you did yesterday. Right when you decided to get up you hear someone storming off. You follow the sound and find Luke in their dressing throwing anything he could find and breaking it. “…Luke honey are you ok?” He glares at you with the most rage you’ve ever seen in those clear blue eyes, now clouded with hate. “How the fuck could I be ok after seeing, and hearing that,” He said calmly, almost too calm for the scene you had just seen. “You saw Liam hitting on me and me walking away…nothing else baby how could you think I’d ever betray you like that?” The hurt in your voice normally would pierce  him like a knife, but now he just stared at you with disgust. You looked him directly in the eyes, “Luke I love you how could you think that?” “Y/N after how you looked at Liam yesterday….what else am I suppose to think…You know what I think I am done..if after 3 years in a relationship you can’t keep your eyes off other men I’m finished.” He says that so matter of factly and just walked past you leaving you to collapse on the floor of the dressing room.


Michael:


Michael had just gotten home from the TMH tour, and you were so happy to see him even though you had gotten to see him for a week in the middle of the tour, but it had just been so long and you couldn’t wait to see him and his…cliffaconda. While you visited him you and Harry Styles had gotten really close and had started texting furiously. It wasn’t anything bad y’all always just talked about life. Today Harry was drunk so you weren’t texting him as much, because he always said the most off the wall un-Harry like things when he was drunk . Michael got home and gave you the biggest hug of your life. He started kissing you feverishly picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom. Kissing down your jawline down the crook of your neck, you felt yourself getting more and more aroused with movement of his lips. He whispers in your ear, “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” He grabs at your heat pressed against him making you moan out into his neck, “and how much I’ve missed this,” he says smugly. He carries you to the room you two share, kissing you with the most passion you’ve ever felt in your life. The two of you keep hearing your phone go off, someone was texting you every five seconds (of summer…sorry couldn’t help it). Michael goes to turn your phone off, and sees all the messages from Harry. He, being completely drunk, was sending you dirty messages and dirty pictures. They all said how much he missed you and wanted you. All of a sudden you see Michael’s expression change. You look at him concerned, “ Baby what’s wrong?” He throws your phone and it shatters on the wall. He just looks at you with the most hate you’ve seen in anyone, “Fuck you, you cheating whore piece, I’m leaving you can have your little british ‘heart-throb’ ass I’m out fuck this shit bye,” and with no more explanation than that the love of your life is gone.


Calum:

“HEY BABE!!!” You hear your boyfriend yell from across the house. You two were having a party and you were trying to get the house as clean as you could, because you had some high profile guests coming over, and Calum couldn’t let you clean at all. You walk over to see what he wanted this time. You see him just sitting there playing fifa, “Yes sweetie what did you want?” He just looks at you, “I just wanted to say can I have a sandwich, “ He smiles at you so sweetly. You get a little annoyed at him. He knew you were getting ready for this party, and it was really important to you. “Babe can it wait or can you go make it for yourself you know I’m busy?” “Yes darling it can wait.” He says darling somewhat sarcastically, because he only says that when your being naggy. You roll your eyes and start back cleaning. A little time passes, and you hear a doorbell. You didn’t think it could possibly be your guest yet. You hurry to get the door, and it was just the boys. You let out a sigh of relief, “oh thank god it’s just y’all.” Michael looks sarcastically hurt, “Oh I see what we mean to you,” he fake sniffles and starts laughing. They go to the kitchen and leave what they brought to the party, Ashton brought the booze, considering he’s the only one old enough, Michael must of been reminded by the boys, because all he had was a measly bag of chips, and Luke had this elaborate looking dip, no doubt made by Liz. After they set their things in the kitchen, they go to play fifa with Calum. When the guest start arriving are the One Direction boys. You were so excited to finally meet them, you had heard so much from Calum, and they sounded like so much fun. You immediately start catering to their need, because they are One Direction and deserve it. As soon as you start giving them hor’dervs while the main course is still cooking Calum walks in, “Ohh I see how it is you can feed them, but not your starving boyfriend,” he says this kidding, but he’s been trying your nerves all day so you finally speak up. “Seriously Calum…SHUT UP! I’ve been busting my ass all day and you’ve been playing fifa and BOTHERING ME so just shut up.” and as soon as you stop speaking you hear Niall, who’s been drinking LONG before they got to your house say, “Yeah that ass you’ve been busting is a pretty nice one. You go completely red in the face, and Calum just starts laughing and give Niall a high five. You are hurt your boyfriend didn’t have anything to say for your dignity, just thought that comment was funny like a twelve year old would. You ran to your room and locked yourself in.



Ashton:

You were visiting your best friend at the TMHT in Sydney. Ashton is your best friend in the entire world, and you haven’t seen him in AGES because of the band, so since he was so close to home you JUMPED on the opportunity to see him. When you got there you were somewhat star struck, because you LOVED One Direction, and were surprised to see them just hanging out with 5sos like normal boys. As soon as you walked in you saw Ashtons face just light up, “Y/N OMG I’M SO HAPPY!!!!!!!” He rushes over to give you a huge bear hug. “Hi Ash I’m happy to see you too,” you laugh as you say this. Immediately you notice someone else’s stare that was locked on you, Louis from One Direction. He was your favorite and you had a HUGE crush on him. The two of you lock eyes, and there is an instant connection. The truth was you had always had a thing for Ashton, but he was like your brother and would never see you in that light, so you thought to yourself ‘why not’. After the show everyone was going to the bar, but Ashton had mentioned going back to the bus with you, he said he had a huge surprise for you, but as soon as you were headed to the bus with Ashton Louis came up to you, and he seemed really nervous, “Look I think you’re really beautiful, and I would love if you came to the bar with us….I’d really like to get to know you better,” He looked at Ashton, “You don’t mind mate?” Ashton went pale, “Umm…yeah sure that’s cool,” He didn’t sound convincing, but you figured it was because he missed you , and he’d understand because he knew how much you had a thing for Louis. You give Louis a huge smile, “Just give me a minute to get ready and we can get,” you were not dressed for a bar you were wearing sweats and a tee, because you never had to dress up for Ashton, he was happy just being around you. Ashton came in the bus in a whirlwind of furry, slamming doors and kicking things. He figured you had already came out, and was shocked when you spoke up, “Ash what happened in the last five minutes to make you so upset?” He looks at you his hazel eyes flaming with anger. “Do you know why he wants to take you out?” he asks his words dripping with rage. “Ummm maybe, because he likes me?” His face became flush as he got angrier, “No he just wants to fuck you….he wants to fuck a different girl in every city, and figured you’d be easy bait…and you know he has a girlfriend.” You almost don’t believe him, “Ashton why are you being so crazy and jealous?” You are hurt that he would act this way when he knew how much this would mean to you. He looks you dead in the eyes, “Because I love you Y/N I always have he opened his bunk and it looked as romantic as he could make it with all your favorite snacks and candy. He walks over to you in a whirlwind and takes you and starts kissing you. It was the most passionate kiss you’ve ever felt in your life. All of a sudden you hear someone walk in the bus, and you just see Louis standing there with a blank expression on his face.




Ok soo I’m thinking about doing pt. 2 to this let me know what all y’all think :D