#anyway on to my third and final 5sos show!!!!

[chaepink]

good girls are bad girls (that haven't been caught) | sub!kuroo tetsurou

wc: 2k+ words | masterlist

dom!fem!reader (however it can be read as gn!reader as no body parts are mentioned), begging, crying, teasing, mean!reader, degrading, insulting, slight hair pulling, marking, slight bondage, clothed touching, praising, mention of the reader fucking/marking other people, kuroo is kinda shitty at first, theres plot and smut isn't until later down

note : this is very loosely based off of 'good girls' by 5sos and oh my god i wrote a lot. also I literally wrote this in 4 different sections and had to write in between in order to get to all 4 parts...

"Kuroo, you're failing all your classes except gym. How's that even possible?!" Kuroo shrugs nonchalantly, not paying attention at all and instead opting to look outside the window.

The teacher sighs, taking off her glasses and rubbing her temples. 5 minutes in and she is already getting a headache dealing with him.

"You're a third year already, you should be focusing on studying to get good grades in order to graduate," she says, grabbing the nearby stack of paper on her desk and organizing it. "Lucky for you, however, someone agreed to help tutor you for your main subjects."

"Yeah sure, whatever. Can I go now?" He's had plenty of tutors already and all of them quit only a few days in due to him being uncooperative whenever they tried to help him. He rather enjoys watching them give up and leave him at the library. She sighs again.

"Her name is, [name]. I think you may know her. After all, she's a third-year like you and is at the top of her class."

Kuroo snaps his attention toward his teacher. Did he hear that right?

You're gonna be his tutor? The school's well-known good girl? The girl who gets nothing but straight A's for every piece of schoolwork? Shit. Sure you may be a good tutor and all but he's heard numerous rumors of how strict you are when you're tutoring and he doesn't feel like dealing with it anytime soon.

"Ah, so you know their name at least." She can't help but smile. Finally, he gives her his attention. "They've agreed to tutor you right after school a few days a week at the back of the library-" He scoffs.

"The back of the library? Obviously, she chooses that spot. She's there every single day!"

His teacher gives him a stern look for cutting her off.

"You should be grateful. Today will be the first day she tutors you. She said she would be there on time so don't be late, I'm sure you'll do just fine."

"Yeah right," he mumbles under his breath.

"I heard that."

---

He's late by over 20 minutes, not that he really cares anyways.

As he strides into the library, he looks around and rolls his eyes. The library was practically empty with only a few students sitting at tables and the librarian quietly typing on her computer.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees some students staring at him though not very subtlety. They're either staring due to just clearly being attracted to him or just surprised that he, the school's infamous fuckboy, was at the library. He likes to think that it's the former.

While walking to the back of the library, he notices that the number of students start to decrease. Eventually, he makes it to the very back and sees you. He sneers in disgust at all the books on the table and the open notebook in front of an unoccupied chair.

As he sits down, the chair scraps against the floor which catches your attention. With a blank face, you acknowledge him with a nod.

"My name is [name]," you say. "It's nice to meet you."

He holds back from rolling his eyes from how formal you're being.

"Yeah whatever, I already knew that. Name's Kuroo." If you're taken aback by his forwardness, you don't show it. Instead, you go to open a book that he notices is a math one and he groans.

"From what I've been told, your math grade is the lowest." Though it's on the tip of your tongue, you hold yourself from mentioning that it was the lowest grade by only a few points.

"Well then, let's begin."

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"That's incorrect. Here, I'll show you." You write down the problem and answer it so quickly and so effortlessly that it makes Kuroo groan in frustration.

You hold back from rolling your eyes. While you knew he would be a pain in the ass to tutor, you didn't expect him to be this annoying. Every question you've asked him so far, he's got wrong. Additionally, he's barely paying attention. By now, it's past the time that you expected the session to last. You keep checking your watch and you swear time is slowing down. You wish for the library to close already.

Your irritated mood almost makes you punch him in the face but you're keeping yourself from doing that. Unfortunately.

You have to keep a good reputation, [name]. How would everyone react if they found out you punched a dude out of pure annoyance?

However, your reputation is probably the last thing you care about right now.

Wrong question after wrong question makes you even more irritated and you swear you're about to break.

"Are we done?" You shake your head. He still has yet to answer a question right.

"What? We're not? Why?" He stares at you with a confused look that infuriates you even further and you're about to answer back until he cuts you off.

"Whatever, you're going to quit just like all the other stupid tutors anyways. Besides, even if you're the school's good girl, I bet you do all sorts of stuff back here if you know what I mean-"

You abruptly grab him by his tie and force him closer to you with only a few inches between you two.

"Shut the fuck up." You snarl at him. "Holy shit are you so stupid! You can't even answer these basic math questions that even an fucking elementary student can!"

You let go of his tie and watch him back up in shock and trip over his chair, making him fall down onto the floor.

Frustrated, you're about to pack up your stuff until you see something on his pants. A bulge.

You freeze as you gape at it. Holy shit.

Kuroo follows your stare and immediately covers it, face ablaze. "S-stop looking! It's n-not what it seems like!"

As you process the situation, a devilish grin slowly makes its way onto your face. As you make your way closer to him, he backs up into the bookshelf, watching your every step. Nervousness is painted on his face. It looks rather good on him.

"Oh really? From my perspective, however," you start, bending down so that you're face to face with him and his warm face. "It looks like you're hard from me yelling at you." He feels himself getting even harder and he squeezes his eyes shut, not daring to look at you.

"You know, you're actually right." Kuroo flitches, not expecting to hear your voice so close to his ear. "Unlike what people might think, I don't read books back here all the time."

Kuroo is bright red by now, not daring to open his eyes, and instead lowers his head. He swears that if he does, he'll cum right on the spot from seeing you above him looking down with those eyes of yours.

Your warm breath fans his ear and he can't suppress the shiver that runs through his body.

"W-what do you mean?" The question comes out as a cute whisper. You smirk. "Well, who do you think gave all your friends those hickeys, hm?"

You draw back, watching him slowly open his eyes as the cogs in his head turn as he thinks. Fuck. He looks so adorable when he's confused with his eyebrows furrowed and lips forming a small pout.

That's until he realizes and you can't help but grin when it shows upon his face.

"Your friends are all rather adorable, you know? Especially Kenma. They're such good listeners when I tutor that I can't help but give them a little reward. They were even in the same exact position that you're in right now! All teary-eyed as they oh so kindly begged me to touch them."

Tears prickle Kuroo's eyes.

"Aww, are you jealous?" You feign a pout. "Why? Is it because you only want me to do this to you?"

He immediately nods his head, not caring about his reputation anymore. He just wants you to focus on him and forget his friends.

"How cute." You carefully land on your knees in front of him and untie the tie from his neck and instead use it to tie his hands behind his back. You put one of your hands on the bookshelf behind him to stable yourself.

His breath quickens when he feels your hand ghost over his chest. His senses are heightened as he patiently waits for you to do something. Anything!

"You sure you want to continue?" He nods again.

A whimper escapes him as you immediately scrunch his vest and shirt up, exposing his nipples to the cold air. He feels you place your knee between his legs and a hand on his chest.

He can't quiet his noises as you begin stimulating his whole body. A part of him tries to focus on either you teasing and touching his nipples or the knee that keeps on rubbing against his clothed dick but he can't. Only minutes in and he's already hot all over. It's clear that he's enjoying it.

"Shh, be quiet Kuroo. Don't want everyone to know that you're such a whore for me, right?"

Sobs, mewls, and whimpers leave him as he gets used like a toy for you. He doesn't care that others may hear him, he just wants you to keep going. He's so hard that it hurts.

"Look at you," you say with a sneer, "I barely touched you and you're already so hard. Are you always like this with all the other girls you've fucked? A slut?"

"S-stop it," he sobs, "I'm not h-hard- ah ah!" He gasps as your knee drives against his hard-on and your hand tweaks one of his nipples, watching as he throws his head back slightly and bites his lip to keep his noises in.

"Oh really?" You raise an eyebrow at him. "Then what's this obvious tent in your pants then, hm?" You prove your point by sharply thrusting your knee against it again, forcing another muffled whimper to escape him.

He tries hiding his face by turning it to the side but you immediately grab his chin using your free hand and force him to look at you.

"Don't," you start to say, giving him a glare. "Try covering your face. Got it?" He nods obediently and you can't help but smile.

"Good boy," you say, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. He whimpers at that.

"Oh? Who knew the school's fuckboy would love being called a good boy so much? Maybe I should call you that in front of your friends." You shrug casually. "You know, to see their reaction as your face flushes up and dick hardens. Hell, I bet you'll even like that."

He widens his eyes.

"N-no! Pleas- fuck!" He's close and you know it. Another timed squeeze of his nipple and move of your knee against his dick has him crying. It feels too good.

A tug of his hair elicits a mewl from him as he feels you bite a spot on his neck that has his eyes rolling. You continue biting and licking that spot until you're sure that it'll stay purple for a few days.

Licking your lips, you move back slightly, not enough that you have to stop your movements but enough for you to check out your work.

With his legs spread open, head thrown back, neck marked, and face flushed, Kuroo looked absolutely breathtaking.

"I-Im close!" And it looks like Kuroo is about to cum too. You take a quick glance at the clock and grin. You lean towards his ear.

"Time's up, Kuroo."

Your whisper makes him jump but right when he's about to tell you that he's going to cum, a louder voice from far away shakes him out of his headspace.

"Library closes in 5 minutes!" You stop. No no no.

Quickly standing up, you give him a slight shrug. "Guess the tutoring session is over, Kuroo."

"No! Please! D-don't go!" Ignoring his pleas and sobs, you grab your stuff and right as he thinks you're heading back to him, you only just untie his hands and nothing more.

As you're about to walk out of his sight, he sees you aim your phone at him and click the screen. After, you blow him a kiss and a wink.

"Next session is tomorrow! Don't be late!" And then you're gone, leaving Kuroo all sweating and still hard. Fuck.

Let's just say that he got to next the session rather early.

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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[danswank]

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[escapewriter]

pairing : yunho x reader

synopsis : yunho’s new school life isn’t as simple as it seems

genre : angst, school au, hella sarcasm tho

word count : 2.3k

warnings : lying lol, a bit dramatic too ngl

song playing : lie to me by 5sos (inspired)

a/n : i split these into two parts. the first part i wrote was early mornings or christmas at like 2am. second part i finished the whole thing at 1:30-2am. its always the time that plays a roll in these fics i swear. anyway, i guess its kinda sad? the sarcasm kinda cancels it out cuz pemdas but i hope you guys enjoy it lol. also this isnt proof read cuz i JUST finished it.

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NOTE : italics is like the events that happened and the regular font is what yunho is thinking ig lol

“Alright, I got a question for you.” Yunho turned his head on the backpack he was laying on to look up at you sitting against the wall, “Have you ever felt, ya know, loved?” There was a slight pause in the air as he sat up, leaning on his forearms while making some sort of ‘tsk’ sound.

“Ha okay okay, next question, do you think about it? Like what it feels like?” He hummed, not knowing how to answer the question. Instead, he wondered how you came up with it in the first place. Were you going through something?

“You good there? You’re not sounding too well.”

“Oh shut up, its a genuine question because I have never seen you in a relationship.”

Yunho scoffed and lied down again, thinking about how ridiculous you sound, “Okay first of all, I’ve only known you for, what? Like 2 months? And second of all, I don’t need to be in a relationship to know what it’s like to feel loved.”

“Cap. There’s a difference between family love and relationship love. And how dare you criticize our 2 month long friendship? You know I’d do anything for you.”

His ears perked up, thinking about what you would do for him. “Anything, you say?” You hummed, taking a bite out of your sandwich. “Alright then, do this for me. Anytime I tell you to lie to me or if I ask if you love me, you say ‘I love you’, and then, maybe, I’ll be able to answer your question. Simple, right?”

But it wasn’t that simple at all, because before he knew it, Yunho just dug his own grave.

Oh yeah totally, that’s already a red flag right there and he knew that but he did it anyway which was the problem. He was hoping that you would show him what it was like to feel loved, and honestly, it actually worked. But that’s not the point here.

The point is, Yunho is having a whole story narration in his head and he isn’t even talking in first person. That’s the point.

But as he continues to think - and also continues to talk in third person - maybe he should be starting from the top. Obviously that whole picture reenactment scene was how it started, but he’s going to dive down deeper. Going back to two months before that scene, so buckle up, it’s going to be a hell of a ride.

Yunho sighed, staring at the building in front of him. He wasn’t sure why his parents decided to suddenly make him move schools, he was perfectly fine with the one he was at before. He dreaded to go in as he didn’t want to ask anyone for directions to the location of the office. Gosh, making friends will be even more difficult for him.

Taking a deep breath, he managed to take the big step of walking through the gates as he made his way through the hallways, all while attempting to avoid eye contact with anyone who looked his way - except everyone was in class already. However, after roaming the hallways, Yunho managed to locate the administration office.

Okay pause. He didn’t mean to get that into detail. Come on Yunho, speed it up a bit will ya? Again with the third person, really?

After speaking with the principal and getting situated with his class schedule, Yunho was assigned a particular student, aka you. What you instructed by the principle was to get him comfortable with his surroundings and fellow classmates. You were honestly dreading this because you didn’t want to have to babysit the new kid, and quite frankly, Yunho didn’t want a babysitter either. But the universe has its ways because there you two were, just two months later, eating your lunch and talking about love.

“Woah there, what? You call that simple?” Yunho simply shrugged his shoulders without a care in the world. “Yunho, wouldn’t it be better to hear it from someone who means it?”

Well, now that he thinks about it, yeah it would, but he can’t turn back time.

“I mean, I guess but either way, it’s nice to hear it, even if it feels empty, it feels good. Ya know? Like someone appreciates you.” He didn’t know what he was saying or why he was saying it, but all he knew was that he wanted to hear it from you and only you.

Maybe that’s when he knew he started to develop feelings for you. He only wanted you to say certain things to him and only him, but he knew they were empty. And it also felt good to be impulsive for reasons like this:

Yunho called for your attention away from your phone. You looked at him as he leaned on his forearms again shooting you a smirk, “Lie to me.” You hesitated, thinking that it was wrong, but it was also something he asked you to do for him. But it wasn’t like you haven’t said those three empty words before, he just doesn’t know who YOU are yet.

You gave him a soft smile, “I love you.”

So, at that point on, it was a sealed deal for the two of you. There weren’t any dates, no gifts, no anniversaries, just plain ‘I love you’s’ that you’d only say when he asked. It was a secret that no one knew about, and there were more secrets too, but he’ll get to that later. But either way, it was stupid of him to get involved, right? Why is he asking, no one’s listening to him anyway. Just continue the story Yunho.

Time began to pass as Yunho continued to dig his hole of death.

Or just continued to fall in love with you - in case no one understood. Again, who is he talking to?

The only times you ever hung out with Yunho were during the many classes you had together and lunch. Everyone knew you were table partners and lunch buddies, but because Yunho didn’t have that many friends - or just no friends except you - he didn’t hear about any rumors of you. No one was able to warn him about you.

No, it’s not a kdrama where the main lead or second lead is the bad guy or the ‘heartbreaker’.

You were never good at love. You were good at faking it, per say, but any relationship you were in, you could never find yourself to actually fall for the other person who did. It frustrated you more than anything because all of your exes are amazing people and deserve more. But because you couldn’t feel that love spark, you just lied to them in fear of hurting them without saying those three words back. You were a liar.

But times were different with Yunho. The obvious reason that he asked you to lie to him about loving him. It felt violating because it was something you weren’t exactly used to. Sure you’ve said it many times without meaning, but this time, it was just different, and maybe you did find yourself actually putting meaning to it after some time.

But it only got worse the second your friend found out.

“You’re kidding, right?” You shook your head. “Oh my god, and you agreed?” In disbelief, your friend couldn’t process what he was hearing right now. The shock immediately vanished as an evil smirk rose onto his lips, “So just to clarify, you don’t like this Yunho dude, correct?”

Well, they didn’t call you the liar for nothing.

“No, I don’t like him.” His smirk only got wider as you tried to hide the distasteful look on your face when you heard his next words.

“Let’s make a bet. You actually get him to fall in love with you just by saying those words, but you can’t fall for him.”

“Hmm, seems easy enough.”

He laughed softly, “Well of course it is, but the only catch is that you have until the rest of the school year to do it, and that’s only what, three months?” You purse your lips, thinking about the time you had, and also the fact that you were actually going along with this.

Well one thing’s for sure, you’re a liar AND a people pleaser.

“Okay, that all?”

“Wow? Taking it on so quickly, huh? Well then, I’ll add something justtt in case. If you do fall for him, and I honestly don’t think you will, I’ll give you a pass…” You let out a breath of relief, “Only if you ghost him.” Immediately, you looked down at the table you two were sitting at. You faintly hear him call out your name, “It’s only fair. And if you don’t ghost him, I’ll tell him about the bet. Deal?”

“No reward or anything if one of us wins?”

“Well if you win, I’ll get you that antique vinyl record you said your mom has been dying for. As for me, I already get my reward if you fall for him.”

“And what reward is that exactly?”

He smiled evilly, “To see you suffer the consequences.”

Yunho did not know why you took that bet, he left right after he found out. He couldn’t stand to be in your presence or even have the patience to believe a word you said. And he had every right to. But it’s not everyday you hear someone ask another to lie about loving them. So, as he said, he just kept digging because as time continued and you two talked, he always got those three words from you.

“Do you love me?”

“I love you Yunho.”

You don’t.

“You going to lie to me today?”

“I love you.”

You still don’t.

“Okay, I’ll see you at lunch, bye.”

“Bye, I love you.”

Maybe you do. He doesn’t know anymore. Gosh, how did everything even get so messy for him? It was just a simple thing to ask; it wasn’t supposed to be like this. And to think he truly trusted your words when he confessed.

You heard Yunho call for you after the final bell. You were quickly making your way to the bus stop to head home before getting stopped by him. “I need to ask you something or, er, tell you something.” Your heart pounded in your ears as you processed nothing he was saying, only reading his lips when he said the words back to you for the first time. The ringing in your ear subsided as he looked at you with hopeful eyes, “I want you to answer me honestly. Do you love me?”

Your mind went back to the bet with your friend. You technically won but also lost, and you didn’t know what to do, so you did the opposite of what you do best, you gave him the honest truth, “I love you.”

At that time, Yunho was as happy as he ever could be, except it came crashing down the second you left to catch the bus. He, unfortunately, met your friend, who then told him everything. Honestly, he thought it was unfair how your friend didn’t play by the rules of the bet, but it didn’t matter at the time because he was hurt. Based on the rules of the bet, if you did love him, you would have to ghost him, and you haven’t, so that only means one thing, right?

Yeah, yeah he knows he shouldn’t jump to conclusions but it was a moment of weakness. He confessed, thought he got everything he has ever wanted since he transferred to that school, then immediately found out it was all lies. Oh and that’s not all, it wasn’t the bet your friend only mentioned. It was your whole reputation, and Yunho had no idea how he didn’t find out sooner about this.

Maybe he does know who he’s talking to. Himself, he thinks.

He couldn’t let this information slide, so he texted you that evening to meet up to ask you about it.

He was standing outside your gate as you emerged from the comfort of your home, “Hey Yunho, what did you want to talk to me about?”

“I know.”

You knew what he was talking about the second those words came out of his mouth. Your friend had texted you, telling you that he told Yunho, but you had thought he was playing around. Why would your friend betray you like that? No, why would you even agree to that stupid bet in the first place? But you played dumb.

“What do you mean?”

“Cut the crap, I know about the bet.”

Your heart sank as no words left your open mouth. He scoffed, “Well at least that confirms everything.” He turned to leave.

“Wait, Yunho stop.” He didn’t listen and continued to walk away from you as you quickly tried to keep up with him in the cool air. “Yunho please, just wait a second.” He stopped in his tracks, breathing heavily as you saw the warm air float into the cool night air.

Softly, he said your name, “Just lie to me, please.”

You heard his voice crack, eyes pricking with tears. “Yunho, don’t.”

Quickly on his heels, he turned to look at you, hot tears streaming down his face. He says your name again, “I asked you to lie to me, just do it.”

You hesitate, feeling weak seeing him broken and vulnerable like this in front of you, “I hate you, Yunho.”

One thing Yunho asks himself as he sits in his room, still recovering from what happened that evening, would it still be simple if none of this happened? He doesn’t know because he was an idiot for asking you to do such a thing. But then again, you were always good at lying. So who knows, maybe if the circumstances were different and he confessed, maybe you would still lie about those three words like before.

However, he can’t help but think to give you a second chance, but would it be simple?

[seasidepierre]

ohhhh im gonna need you to tell us everything about the concert so i can live vicariously through you 😭😭😭

Welp, that was an absolute banger and I'm officially too old to go to concerts and be wild, now. Seriously, everything clicks, everything hurts, everything's sore. I'm in pieces. But let me do a recap of my day because my oh my was it good.

I made my way to the arena at around 2.30pm and ate on my own because I was the only one of my group of friends going to the soundcheck. It was a bit awkward and I got yelled at by a group of fans because they were giving numbers to us all (which annoyed me a little, because you're just a bunch of fans so you shouldn't tell me what to do? anyway, I respect their wish for order but I was honestly just trying to have a good time and then join my friends at the back so I truly didn't care whether I was #138 or #569 tbh). I entered the arena at 3.30pm or something like that, which wasn't granted because apparently, my friend's ticket had been scanned several times already and they wouldn't let me in. Even though my name was literally next to hers on the screen. It was so dumb, it was a joke. I got to talk with a nice lady who was in the actual 5SOS staff and explained to her that my friend couldn't attend anymore and had sent an email to explain that I was the one who could take her place. She very kindly laughed at the whole ordeal and told me I was fine, so here I was in the arena, waiting for my fave dumdums.

It was my first 5SOS soundcheck experience and tbh, it left me a bit confused. They were super late, which, granted, is a very 5SOS thing of them to do. They played Valentine (which I really don't like), answered a bunch of questions that had been pre-selected, and played Vapor (which made me want to actually sob). Calum was wearing a trucker hat, which hid his entire face during the Q&A so I'm not sure we got to actually see Calum and not some lookalike at that point. Luke was sitting crisscross it was super cute. Michael kept giggling at his own jokes and Ashton looked super soulful so I was stocked. When they played Vapor (they elt us choose between Vapor and Lie To Me), Calum had to step out to grab his phone and google the lyrics and chords, it was just hilarious. I got back out of the room, waited again and finally made it to the fifth row in front of Luke. It would have been perfect to stay there, I was so close, it was so nice, except..

Except I am ochlophobic and I could feel myself getting very very stressed out, to the point that I could hear my heart beating more loudly in my ears than the opening act. It was bad. Also, there were TONS of foreign fans who apparently didn't care at all about the rest of us and who showed up drunk or high already. Two of them tried to squeeze by me, which ended up in me having a sweaty shoulder stuck to my cheek (disgusting) and the girl in front of me, who refused to let them pass, got bitten (????). It was a massive joke. I couldn't move, my arms were stuck, I couldn't even clap. All I could do was throw my head back and get some air, which I did for most of the set. I didn't really enjoy the opening act, their music was a bit too agressive for me and tbh, the fact that I was full on the verge of a panic attack wasn't making anything better.

I squeezed on Michael's side between the two sets and felt myself breathing for good. I stayed on the side, it was really good, I could see the stage pretty well and that was all I needed.

There's something truly magical to me about the moment when Ashton finally comes on stage. For the longest time, he was the first one stepping on stage and we'd get him alone for a handful of seconds. I've been in Ashton's lane forever so it was truly a communion of some sorts between him and I. I was looking forward to this part, but they came all at once and I didn't get that little suspended in time moment. I was a bit disappointed but that was quickly swept away.

The first third of the show felt like a blur because they did not stop at all. The songs blended together, the transitions were really really good though!! They stopped to chat a couple of times but honestly, it was the perfect mix of old and new songs. Beware, they don't do the SLSP jump anymore and because I'd been told about it, I jumped myself. Gotta take the matter into your own hands lol. At some points during Talk Fast, Luke dropped the mic and Calum couldn't stop laughing, which made Luke laugh too and the whole start of the song was a giant mess.

It was overall a super super nice experience, which a couple of really weird moments, but I enjoyed my night and I'm so glad I got to see Ash and Mike again!

[faedawayyy]

og verse: my plans for the guys.

this gif of chloe is nothing to do with this but i love the bratz lol. triggering topics below! read with caution.

DALLAS JACKSON, 23, third year. 

SECRET: he deals drugs. the jacksons are in the circle of wealthy families in violet springs alongside the calloways, hamiltons, carmichaels, barhams sinclairs etc.but they’re bankrupt, the family has a lot of dark secrets and the main one is that his dad is an addict to both gambling and drugs, to the point where their family is now bankrupt and loaning tons of money from other families are dodgy loan-sharks. the pressure from being the main bread-winner of the family has turned dallas into somebody he never set out to be. 

WHERE HE IS ATM: mentally, dallas is on a rocky road to health. he’s still addicted to drugs himself but after a very messy break-up with zara and a messier one with soraya, he’s working closely with friends to focus on his career and try to at least get his mental health in the right place.  MY PLANS: another downfall is literally inevitable, it’s dallas. i do think he’ll build himself back up to be huge, though, but he has a lot of resentment to a lot of people and can count on both hands the people he actually likes at st judes. i think there’ll be a lot more of OG dallas; hurting people/arguing with those he doesn’t care about etc.  UP COMING PROJECT: justice the album.

MASON CARMICHAEL, 26, fifth year.

SECRET: mason is the only child in the carmichael family who knows that their dad isn’t dead. after getting too close to being tied to a very serious money laundering case, he took his stroke in 2019 as a route out. however, he kept in touch with mason knowing he’s probably the most trustworthy to keep his whereabouts a secret. mason is sitting on the information but it’s getting harder and harder to do when he sees how much the loss of such a key figure is affecting him.  

WHERE HE IS ATM: at the moment, mason and kendall have been trying to start a family and he’s also found out that amy is his daughter. this threw him into a huge dilemma and he clashed extremely hard with madison over it. there are still hard feelings - and towards bash, who was just given the role of amy’s father despite mason knowing nothing about it.  MY PLANS: i think mason is going to want to see amy more and more despite knowing kendall isn’t hot on the idea/neither is madison to an extent. depending on how everything goes, he’ll definitely take madison to caught for joint custody of amy seeing as he’s never refused to be her dad or acknowledge her - he was just never told.  UP COMING PROJECT: princesses, the franchise. 

BRODY CARMICHAEL, 25, fourth year. 

SECRET: brody has very publicly become a father. he and disney have had their relationship watched by the world since they started high school musical at 14. on the outside, he has everything together. he’s the alpha male type; not that that’s great; think the character taylor plays in her “the man” video and pretty untouchable. on the inside, he’s seriously grieving the loss of his dad and isn’t coping well with the pressure of a new family. his drinking problem happens very much behind closed doors and is straining his marriage but divorce isn’t a marriage, both of them are way too invested in being the world’s most perfect couple.

WHERE HE IS ATM: he’s already had a warning from the hospital that another binge like he’s had could be the end of him and he’s on a very stern plan to become sober. again, nobody actually knows this so he’s kind of recovering in silence but i think he’ll genuinely get better.

MY PLANS: it’ll take a long time but he’ll definitely get better. i don’t think plots always have to be about characters spiralling. i’m also planning for him to see his dad by mistake or something of the sort. i feel like a lot of people will assume he’s high/drunk and it’ll really fuck with him but i haven’t sat and thought out of the details. 

UP COMING PROJECT: neighbours 2: sorority rising 

BLAKE CRUZ, 23, third year.

SECRET: he watched his brother die. blake didn’t really know what was happening at the time but when he was 12, his older brother charlie was 16. he’d come in after a night of sneaking out and crept back into their shared room as usual. blake was still awake and heard he was clearly drunk, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary. he only knew something was seriously wrong when he fell asleep, and then woke up a few hours later and realised charlie was unconcious on top of his bed, still in his clothes - he never just passed out and always got ready for bed; even when completely wasted. he finally called for his parents but it was too late. by morning, charlie was pronounced dead and blake is living with the guilt of not saying anything because he didn’t want to get his brother in trouble. instead, he just let him die. he still hasn’t come to terms with it and tells charlie’s old friends that his death was undetermined instead.  WHERE HE IS ATM: blake is very good at burying his memories of charlie and focuses on his relationship and career to stop him from falling down a rabbit hole of guilt and self blame. he’s focused on his new marriage and releasing music with the 5SOS boys, although he’s had his own projects in the works for a very long time - he just doesn’t know how to go about it.  UP COMING PROJECTS: CALM, 5sos. 

OTIS KINGSTON, 21, second year.

SECRET: otis actually wants to become a teacher. he’s enrolled in the academy for acting after his uncle pushed him towards doing it and he’s had moderate success but his true passion lies in teaching others and being out of the spotlight. that’s why he’s very slowly failing on purpose; he wants to be a seventh year and be given more normal career paths. it might have something to do with the fact that he was having an affair with his older brother’s girlfriend who also failed her final year and is currently a student teacher. his brother never bothers with her so it makes it easy for the two of them to sneak around.

WHERE HE IS ATM: otis is very good at pretending. he puts on such a show that when he loses out or doesn’t get a role, people think he’s GENUINELY upset when in reality, he probably did it on purpose. he feels a little bad taking the spot from someone who wants it, but he did what he needs to do.

UP COMING PROJECTS: euphoria (?)

NATE HARWOOD, 23, third year.

SECRET: nate never got into st judes to begin with. he cheated himself in by changing some of his exam results in high school. a good friend of his tried to push him to do the right thing and consider his other options but nate was fixated on getting into the school, along with two more of his friends who initially failed. his friend threatened him and told him that he’d let their professors know if he went through with it. to stop him getting anywhere near, nate and his friends spiked his drink to get him too drunk to remember on prom night; however, he was so drunk he fell down a huge staircase outside the venue on the fire escape and ended up paralysed from the waist down. 

WHERE HE IS ATM: nate has more or less buried the high school mistake but every now and then it comes back to haunt him. at the moment, he’s just making music and doing his best to live the dream he risked WAY too much for. 

UP COMING PROJECTS: a good friend is nice

DARIUS RICHARDS, 24, fourth year.

SECRET: darius is actually a west ivy’s student. he was selected by his principle to secretly enroll in st judes to check out the competition. he’s also behind a lot of the sabotages that have been happening in the school (including the up and coming fire). his main aim is to make sure that west ivy’s is better than st judes in everyway, no matter what it takes. 

WHERE HE IS ATM: he’s hiding in plain sight. nobody suspects a thing from him. darius is being extra careful with the projects he releases and to always stay a little bit below complete stardom - it makes it easier for him to navigate and do things unnoticed. but, he has met people he genuinely likes too and does his best to save them from sabotage. 

UP COMING PROJECTS: starboy

TATE SIMPSON, 26, fifth year. 

SECRET: back to the tragedy in his home...it’s true that tate was never harmed by anyone growing up; not physically, anyway. but that doesn’t mean his home was perfect. his parents were young when they had him and he grew up with little money. this put a lot of strain on them and his dad couldn’t deal with it. he resorted to cheating, drinking and being wildly abusive. there were mornings tate turned up at school without sleeping because he’d been up all night hearing his parent’s argue and fight. it escalated. his father moved on to beating his mother and he’d feel helpless. one night while they were arguing, the fire alarm went off due to them leaving the oven on and it stopped them. so, the next time the fighting got severe and tate heard his mother being beat again, he had an idea. he grabbed a lighter from his parents bedroom and set fire to one of his stuffed animals to set the fire alarm off - it did, and his parents stopped arguing, but not before the fire had spread across the top floor of their home. the fire brigade rescued tate and his father, but not his mother. she passed away and he’s blamed himself ever since. nobody ever found the real case, but that doesn’t make it much better for him.

WHERE HE IS ATM: he’s new and just starting out! 

UP COMING PROJECTS: big time adolescence 

MARCUS CARMICHAEL, 26, fifth year.

SECRET: marcus is often used as his uncle’s scapegoat. james never wanted to get leo, mason or brody too tied into the shadier side of the family business so marcus; child of a single mother and secretly desperate for an in to their world was the perfect candidate. he’s never minded either, to be honest. if he gets paid for shifting some money around or scamming a big time director, so be it. however, the last job he did for james was way too intense, even for him. it included the trafficking of janey and collecting the money made off of her. he had a chance to save her, he knows that, but not without exposing his uncle’s dark secrets. he was never DIRECTLY involved but he knows that doesn’t make him any better. 

WHERE HE IS ATM: marcus is focusing on his acting career and making a conscious effort to be better and stay out of trouble. with ghosts from his past constantly showing up, though, it really is proving to be difficult. 

UP COMING PROJECTS: hemlock grove

ANTHONY HENSHAW, 27, fifth year. 

SECRET: anthony is a stalker. he fixates on people and it gets intense. after being bullied in high school, he latches on to the people who’re nice to him and reads too much into small acts of kindness. he can actually be incredibly dangerous; not many people have noticed yet. 

WHERE HE IS ATM:  he’s currently fixated on natasha but always open for more.

UP COMING PROJECTS: probably some kind of deal with spotlight to shoot different students idk 

KRISTOFER NILSEN, 27, fifth year.

I’LL DO HIM WHEN I CBA 

PHILIP LAWSON, 27, fifth year. 

SECRET: the stunt at the calloway isn’t random. his dad persuaded him to get it in order to get more information on gerald and more specifically, his account details. believe it or not, philip has already managed to access one of his minor accounts after snooping through a secret office of his, but it only had hundreds in there. he’s ok though; he’s ready to play the long game - and steal from all his less privacy-savy friends while he’s waiting.

WHERE HE IS ATM: just starting out! 

UP COMING PROJECTS: big time adolescence/bloom

JUDE BAKER, 18, first year.

SECRET: he’s family are super broke, but he doesn’t let on TOO much. everybody in town knows that his family own the motel that’s on the border of violet springs and london, but that leads to people assuming he’s quite well off or at least average which is how he likes it. his dad is way too carried away with his dream of being a hotel owner which has lead to the baker family selling everything. he literally lives in the motel and really doesn’t have much else to report on.

WHERE HE IS ATM: he’s quiet, anxious and i feel like he’d have one friend who isn’t exactly popular either. all through attending springs park, he was bullied by assholes and st judes was meant to be his fresh start, but he’s realised everybodys worse and with a bigger ego. he keeps himself to himself and is just tries not to be a target. 

UP COMING PROJECTS: stranger things >:) 

EZRA HUGHES, 25, fourth year.

AGAIN I’LL DO IT WHEN I CBB 

[s-n-a-k-e-p-i-t]

So I finished the Grisha trilogy

In anticipation for the upcoming Netflix series combining Shadow and Bone and Six of Crows, I decided to give the universe a try. I have been recommended Shadow and Bone over and over for YEARS after seeking similar books to the Shatter Me series by (the literal loml, seriously this book changed my life)  Tahereh Mafi--if you haven’t read it, please go rent/buy the first book and ENJOY--but anywho... I was recommended this series because I google searched “books with boys like Warner” because

SPOILERS BELOW for Shatter Me, Shadow and Bone, Storm and Siege, Rise and Ruin:

I love Warner and who doesn’t like a dick ish male character that the female protagonist hates and soon we learn of their tragic backstory and slowly grow to love through a story of redemption (friendly reminder, I am now a dramione person, I wish I could be surprised) 

So ANYWAY. Started the first book. I feel like the characters are kinda lacking in it. I don’t really care for anyone and I don’t feel like there’s enough Alina introduction to make her a compelling character. The first book also felt like a lot of traveling with very little plot... very Deathly Hallows--but it was the first book of the series. I’m considering the fact that I read the trilogy as one big book on my kindle adding to the fact it felt like nothing happened, because when I finished book 1 I was only 30% of the way through it, but still it’s very difficult for me to recall specific events as nothing really felt climatic at the end of the first story. 

The SECOND book however, saved my Tolya, Tamar, and the now second loml Nikolai was significantly better. This was also the book I confirmed I hated Mal. Maybe I hate that he had ignored Alina forever and was pining and he literally didn’t think twice about her and then suddenly because she was interested in someone else he was like WELL WHAT ABOUT ME. Idk. Not my cup of tea. Also let my track record show that I never like the childhood best friend to lovers character (except for Gale in hunger games, unpopular opinion go ahead sue me) But anyway I could see her with Nikolai WAY MORE than Mal. I was honestly surprised that wasn’t explored more. 

And shocking to me, and I’m sure everyone who knows me, I LOVED the third book the most which is never the case, I always hate the conclusion books-often they’re rushed, super anticlimactic, or just messy in general. I felt the pacing finally hit its mark, the story was intriguing, we were done hunting finally and it was all coming to the build up face off. This was where I started reading faster. Mal being the third amplifier, I literally tweeted “MAL IS THE WHAT” on my 1d/5sos twitter and everyone was like Emily wtf are you talking about and had a solid breakdown about it. I also started to like him more after the White Cathedral stuff went down, but still the idea that she had to kill him to get his power didn’t make me upset. My head went: great she can do that and be consoled by the ever amazing Nikolai for the rest of time, PERFECT. The near cousin thing w the Darkling though? I was like PLEASE DONT JACE/CLARY ME PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. But despite my distrust and dislike of Mal, I thought the ending was super strong and I did actually like it, it felt realistic that she lost everything but him essentially. 

I was on my way to read Six of Crows after this series, so I could be up to date with the show, but my friend recently recommended The Cruel Prince and I read 75% of the book last night. I couldn’t put it down, so Six of Crows- though I’ve heard even better things about it- will have to wait a little longer.

Now back to why I was referred this book. Was the Darkling like Warner? If you need something like the Shatter Me series would this be a good fit for you? I don’t think so. I don’t think you go deep enough into the Darkling in his own words to make them comparable and I don’t think there’s enough self reflection either. I got a very stand offish vibe from the Darkling and while ya Warner isn’t the golden child for spilling feelings, I feel like he is more human and simply tortured by his past than the Darkling. So this one unfortunately did not fill the Shatter Me hole in my heart. And I am sad, but I will keep searching.  

[lordofassgard]

Friend Zone

Requested: | yes | no |

anonymous said: okay wow you are a freaking KILLER writer, you got me in tears bro :,) Could you do one for Jungkook? All i know is i want ANGST but i’m kinda a sucker for a happy ending too uWu ty 💛💛

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader gender neutral

Summary: you’re stuck in the friend zone again and again

Genre: non idol!au, angst, fluff

Warnings: cursing, mentions of drugs

Word Count: 3.6k+

A/N: hello, i’m back :) thank you for the request bb. i enjoyed writing it but it wasn’t as angsty as i wanted it to be maybe i’m finally getting it out of my system lmao also the summary is pretty much heartbreak girl by 5sos. anyway, i hope you enjoy :)

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There wasn't a time where you didn't know Jungkook. He had been there when you were running around in diapers, when you started school, when you started high school or when you got your first tattoo. He had been there and you had witnessed him going through the same things. Your moms were longtime friends and having kids the same age brought them closer and it was only normal that you and Jungkook would be friends, best friends in fact.

You told each other everything and you were there for each other in somehow important moments of each other’s lives. You were there when he had his first cigarette at thirteen, in his backyard one afternoon after school and watched him almost cough up a lung right after. You were there when he drank alcohol the first time and he shared with you, both of you tipsy in your basement on a Friday night when your parents were out of town during sophomore year of high school. You were the first person he told about his first kiss, his first relationship.

In fact, you had been there to watch the rise and downfall of his countless relationships. During and after high school you had been introduced to several different people who were dating Jungkook at the time. It wasn't that Jungkook was a playboy, but people seemed to always leave him and you were left to pick up the pieces of Jungkook’s broken heart. You didn't mind being the shoulder he always cried on, you didn't mind spending nights awake gluing the pieces of his broken heart back together as Jungkook cried in your arms. But it hurt. It hurt because you didn't like to see him suffer, it hurt because you knew you wouldn’t do the same thing to him.

Every time he came back to you, with tear stained cheeks and empty chest you were already waiting with blankets, tissues and ready to hear all about how he was tired of falling in love with people that kept hurting him over and over. So for months, years, you set your feelings aside knowing that you’d always be Jungkook’s best friend. It was something you were proud of, but sometimes you hated it because you were just Jungkook’s best friend. Nothing more.

And then the vicious cycle would repeat itself all over again, he’d get his heart broken and you’d be there like you always were. Your stomach twisting itself and your lungs closing up because he didn’t love you back. It had been that way since that dumb afternoon he smoked his first cigarette when he was thirteen, in the backyard of the house he grew up in and you grew up as well. No one knew about your feelings, and no one could. You didn't want to risk it, you’d rather have Jungkook by your side and be just his best friend than to not have him at all.

So it didn't really come as a surprise to you when he showed up at your apartment one night, hands deep in the pockets of his leather jacket, brown hair messy from running his hands through it way too many times and eyes filled with tears like a kicked puppy. And it didn't really come as a surprise when you felt that old ache that had found its home in your chest so many times before. It didn't come as a surprise that you let him in, ignoring your own feelings and focusing on his until he was okay again.

You didn't ask what happened, you never did. Sometimes he told you, sometimes he didn't, the pain in his chest too strong for him to talk about it and you were okay with it. You were okay with everything because for Jungkook you’d do anything just to see him smile even if it meant ignoring the feelings that you had so desperately tried to push away for the past few years. And it was worth it as you looked at his peaceful face, tear stains still evident in his cheeks as he slept with his head on your chest and arms around your waist after crying himself to sleep.

And you knew exactly how things would play out for the next few weeks, maybe even months. He’d stay at your apartment for a while, or you’d stay at his. You’d listen to him pouring his heart out to you at three in the morning for the first few days. When he finally managed to get a good night of sleep, he’d walk around moody the next day because he had dreamed about his latest heartbreak. He’d become clingy, arms wrapped around your waist and head buried in the crook of your neck as you cooked, legs over your lap when you sat on the couch, arm around your shoulders or intertwined with yours as you walked down the street, face buried in your chest and hands on your hips as you slept and so on. You never complained, but it took a lot of self-control to tame the butterflies in your stomach and the fireworks that seemed to be left behind in wherever part of you he had touched.

After the second week, he’d start to be his normal self again. You’d wake up to the smell of something burning in the kitchen only to find that Jungkook had burned his attempt of breakfast. And no matter how many times you tried to stay mad at him, all it took you was one glance at his sheepish smile and doe eyes and you’d forget all about it.

After the third week, he’d start going out little by little, mostly at night. And he wanted you to tag along, so you’d go to places that you’d never find yourself in if it wasn’t for Jungkook. At the end of each night, once the moon was high in the sky, he’d drive to an empty field and you’d stargaze like you used to do back in your hometown when you were teenagers.

The two of you would sit on the hood of his car, music playing softly from your phone and a blunt in between his fingers. You’d sit in silence, looking up at the sky and in the meantime, his free hand would rest on your thigh as if he was reminding himself that you were there, that he wasn’t alone.

“The sky is dark.” Jungkook pointed out one night, not tearing his eyes from the sky.

You weren't looking at the sky, instead, you had been staring at him, a look of adoration in your face. It was so evident that you wondered how he never noticed it. Maybe because he never thought of you that way. It hurt, but doesn't the truth always hurt? With a quick glance at the sky, you acknowledged his words with a small hum before looking back at Jungkook, who was still staring at the starless sky.

You didn't tell him that the reason the sky was empty was because all the stars were in his eyes.

You never quite understood why people left him. Jungkook had everything anyone could possibly want in a boyfriend. Maybe he attracted the wrong kind of people, the ones who used him for their own selfish purposes and then left him with an aching chest at your doorstep not caring if you could put his heart back together or not. Maybe it was Jungkook’s problem for being too näive when it came to love. But if Jungkook was näive then what were you? Being in love with someone that would never love you back put you in the same spot, didn't it? You couldn't help it and neither could Jungkook. You were just two fools in love and unfortunately, not with each other.

He’d end up getting back on his feet after a lot of tears, burnt breakfasts and blunts. Little by little, Jungkook would become less clingy and instead of being with each other all the time, you’d only see him every couple of days. You were happy that he was okay, whatever okay meant for him after so many heartbreaks, but you couldn't help but miss him. It was only when he was dumped that he hung out with you as if to forget the pain in his chest.

“You’re like my happy pill.” Jungkook confessed one night as you walked through the busy streets of Seoul.

The lights coming from shops and restaurants’ signs could’ve overwhelmed you to the point where you had to blink a couple of times in order to get used to them. But not when they were reflected on Jungkook’s features. The same lights you learned to hate ever since you moved to a big city, when reflected on Jungkook’s face, amazed you. They casted a soft glow on his skin, making his doe eyes sparkle and you wanted nothing but to stare at them until the sun came up.

“What do you mean?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed in curiosity.

“Whenever I’m with you I don't have to worry about anything. It’s like…” He trailed off, trying to find the right words to say “I’ve never been hurt before.”

His words, probably meant as a compliment hurt. That was why he came back to you everytime he was hurt. He just wanted peace, even if it was temporary. You fought the urge to say something and only leaned against him as you walked in silence. If you opened your mouth he’d start asking questions and you didn’t want to give him the answers. You didn't want to tell him that you accepted him every time he showed up at your door because you loved him. If you opened your mouth, you’d ruin the night. So you kept quiet and only your night was ruined.

The calls and the texts would stop coming. Jungkook would stop showing up at your apartment and ask you to go to his. You'd start having too much food in your fridge and you’d stop waking up to the smell of something burning. That's when you knew he was okay. Other than the pictures displayed in pretty frames all over your apartment, there was no evidence of Jungkook’s existence. The smell of weed and cologne that hung on his clothes and in your sheets would soon fade away and silence would ring in your ears like loud music at a club. He was okay, he didn't need you to fix him anymore.

So when all of this happened, you weren’t surprised. He was okay, he didn't need you anymore. You were just sad and tired. Tired of constantly putting all your feelings aside just to fix him and then be left alone to deal with your own heartbreak. You had to end that toxic cycle because it was harder to pretend you were okay each time Jungkook showed up at your door.

Three weeks after you last saw him and several failed attempts of giving up later, you found yourself at Jungkook’s door. After spending so many years trying to let him go, you knew you weren’t going to be able to. He was stable enough to handle a confession and even though you weren’t stable enough to handle a rejection, it was crucial. You’d end up hurt whether you ended the cycle or not. You knocked and prayed he was home, scolding yourself for not texting him before you got there. Maybe it was better that way, you’d just say what you had to say without having time to think about what you were doing.

Jungkook opened the door, his face lighting up when he saw you. Your foot tapped impatiently on the floor and your hands, balled up into fists inside the pockets of your hoodie were shaking.

“(Y/N), I was about to call you.” Jungkook smiled “Come on in.”

“I can’t.” You shook your head “But I have to talk to you.”

“Okay…” He trailed off, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

You took a deep breath and looked him in the eye, hesitating for a second.

“I’m in love with you.” You blurted out “I’ve been in love with you since the day you had your first cigarette on the backyard of your parents’ house. And I’ve sat here for years wiping your tears and pushing my feelings aside...and then you leave and next time I see you is when you introduce me to someone new and then I see you when they break your heart. And then I think about confessing to you when I think you’re ready but you’ve already moved on and I know that it’s gonna end badly and that I’m going to end up being the one who takes care of you.” You breathed out “So, yeah. I know you probably don't love me back but...I needed you to know that I am in love with you and the way your eyes sparkle and your failed attempts of cooking breakfast in the morning and when you text me stupid memes at 3 am. And I hope I’m not too late.”

You didn't expect him to yell at you or close the door in your face. But in that moment, it seemed like a better option than just silence. You dared to look at him, his wide brown eyes were already on you, his mouth open as if he wanted to say something but forgot how to speak. A few seconds went by, although they felt like hours to you and the more time passed, the more you were regretting showing up at his door. What were you thinking? You had probably ended your lifelong friendship because you couldn't keep your mouth shut. Reality was starting to hit you hard and you just wanted to disappear. If you could only turn back time, you would’ve stopped yourself from showing up and fuck things up.

Jungkook was still silent and wide-eyed, unable to react as you squirmed under his gaze. And that’s when you heard it, an unknown voice and footsteps coming from inside the apartment.

“Babe, who is it?”

Your eyes widened as you made eye contact with Jungkook hoping, praying that it wasn't what you were thinking. But soon enough, someone else, another face you wouldn't remember and another name you wouldn't memorize showed up looking at you curiously. You were too late.

“I-I’m sorry.” Your voice trembled as you took a step back, ready to leave.

After you turned your back, you heard Jungkook close the door as he was still being bombarded with questions about your presence. You weren't worried about it, he’d figure it out. What you were worried about was the damage you had inflicted on your friendship. What would you do without Jungkook? How were you supposed to live without someone that was like the air in your lungs and the blood in your veins?

The drive home was terrible as you tried to hold in your tears. And the days after that were horrible too. You called him, but he never picked up. You texted him, but he never replied. And after twenty years of friendship, you didn't have the guts to show up at his door once again and apologize. Lie, say everything was just a misunderstanding. Anything to get things to how they were before.

Seoul was starting to suffocate you because everything reminded you of Jungkook. The restaurant you’d get takeout every other night held so many memories of your late night dinners with Jungkook. Every park in town was a place where you had stargazed curled up against each other when life was too much. The streets filled with restaurants, shops, and food stands made your chest ache as you walked past them. The lights overwhelmed you and you could only remember, with a bitter taste in your mouth, how good they looked on Jungkook’s skin. Jungkook’s happy little pill ended up in an overdose and you were the one to blame.

Heartbroken and with guilt weighing on your chest, you decided to go back to your hometown, at least until things settled down. You’d deal with things when you finally got enough courage to get back to Seoul.

“Hi, Jungkook it’s me. Uh, I know you probably don’t want to talk to me but...I just wanted to let you know I’m going back home for a while. My train leaves tonight. Once again, I’m sorry.”

As you waited by the platform for your train with your suitcase next to your feet, cold and alone, you wanted nothing but to stay. Turn your back and walk to your apartment, forget about all your problems, forget about the world and for the first time in a long time feel at peace. Unfortunately, things didn't work how you wanted them to and it was best for you, for Jungkook, for the two of you if you left for a while.

There were only a few people on the platform, who seemed exhausted and also ready to go home. You wondered who they were, where they came from and if they felt as bad as you did. You spotted your train and grabbed your suitcase. You let the other people get on the train first and before you followed them, you stopped. The silence of the station rang heavy in your ears and you took a deep breath before walking up to the entrance.

“(Y/N)” You quickly turned around, fearing that you were just hearing things.

But you weren't. Jungkook ran up to you as fast as his long legs could carry him and stopped a few feet away from you.

“What are you doing here?” You asked surprised.

“I heard your voicemail.” He replied slightly out of breath “I can’t let you go.”

“W-What do you mean?”

You glanced at the train that you should be getting on and back at Jungkook who walked closer to you. You didn't know what you were supposed to do. Part of you was happy that he was there but another part, a bigger part, was scared. Why was he there? What if he was there just to tell you that he didn’t love you back? It was nothing new to you, his silence had given you the answer to a confession you really didn't think through.

“I can’t let you go because…” He hesitated “I have to tell you that I’m in love with you too. And I’m sorry I didn't realize it sooner.”

You didn't know how to react. Jungkook had probably expected you to run into his arms or maybe slap him across the face for playing with your feelings. Instead, he got wide eyes and open mouth as you tried to come up with a sentence, but your brain didn't seem to be able to put words together in that moment. The silence was killing him and it was killing you too.

“I didn't realize that I was in love with the way you look in the morning when you wake up or the way you look under the stars when I take you out to stargaze. Or the way your nose scrunches up when you eat the food I cook. The way you’re there for me and never ask for anything in return. Every happy memory I have, you’re there and along the way, I’m not sure where I fell in love with you.” Jungkook paused “I hope it’s not too late.”

You tilted your head, wondering if that was the way he confessed to all the people who broke his heart and left you to deal with the wounds in his chest. Jungkook closed the distance between the two of you, your chests practically touching as the train started to leave. And without hesitating, you kissed him. You kissed him like it was something you had been doing all your life like it was something you were meant to do. Your heart was thumping in your chest, to the point where you felt like you were having a heart attack. But it was just Jungkook’s presence that made you feel that way. It didn't matter if it’d kill you, it’d be a good way to go. Your hair was being swept by the breeze created by the train and you dropped your suitcase to cup his face with both hands. It was too late to leave, but it wasn’t too late to love Jungkook.

When you pulled away, Jungkook’s hands still planted firmly on your hips as if he was scared you’d disappear, you smiled at each other. Jungkook leaned his forehead against yours and pecked your lips one, two, three more times. It was like he couldn't get enough of you. But to be fair, you couldn't get enough of him either.

“I love you too.” You confessed, the weight of the guilt caused by your sudden confession finally lifted off your chest.

And it was in that empty train station that you realized that all the times you pushed your feelings away hadn’t been in vain, neither were Jungkook’s countless heartbreaks. Everything led up to that moment, it was written in the stars. The two of you were meant to be. Walking out of the train station towards Jungkook’s car, one of his hands grasped yours tightly and the other carried your suitcase, he looked up.

“The sky is dark tonight.”

You looked up as well, noticing that he was right. Only this time you told him why.

feedback is appreciated :) i’d link my ask box but tumblr is a dick

[takemealivelh]

Ahadskalajsh I just read the Mikey blurb and now I want one too except could you please make it with Ashton andddd you could do the same concept of enemies to lovers cause I live for that stuff lol❤️❤️

JAIDA I’M FINALLY HERE WITH YOUR BLURB

To be honest, this is a fic okay? I really enjoyed writing this story and you know what? There’s going to be a part 2. I promise.

I present to you…

BATTLE OF THE BANDS

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Thank you so much to @5sosnsfw and @angelbabylu for helping me edit this, I love you so much

Battle of the Bands Pt. 2

The new 5 Seconds of Summer single had been climbing up the charts, positioning itself in number 10 in the third week of its release. The members were happy with how well it was doing, they’d worked so hard on it, pouring their hearts out in the lyrics and the performance. Luke’s voice transitioned from heartfelt head voice verses into belting notes in the chorus, Calum’s baseline was a funky reminiscence of Duran Duran’s Come Undone, Michael’s guitar riff gave it a whole new depth with a chockfull overdrive. It was Ashton’s drums that really glued the piece together, a steady 4/4 beat and consistent open hi-hat flow with several well-calculated fills. Their best song to date.

Midnight Street was a new upcoming band that no one expected to blow up so quickly. Their rock-pop sound with heavy piano riffs was a refreshing addition to the public’s ears, and they found themselves escalating the numbers as well with their new single. Critics described it as a ‘whimsical and skittish track, an intriguing take on the classic pop verse-pre-chorus-chorus formula that deconstructs its way towards the end, but blends into a homogenous anthem by vocalist JJ’s performance’.

It wasn’t until Billboard hosted a party to announce their list of nominees that these two bands finally met face to face.

“I think I might throw up, I’m so excited.”

Ashton’s smile glowed through the candle-lit table he was sitting in with his bandmates. The stage displayed a wide screen with the list of nominees for Top Rock Song. He felt his heart gurgle in his chest, the feeling of pride about to spurt out of his veins.

“This is it,”

He whispered to himself, “this is what we deserve.”

The room remained a buzz to the band’s ears. Only when they were announced and a round of applause exploded around them they allowed themselves to celebrate by clinking their glasses of wine. They didn’t pay attention to much else until the ceremony was over and the party started.

“You might win this one,” They were told by producers and managers that approached their table to congratulate them.“I would only be worried about that new band- Midnight Street, they’re doing pretty good as well.”

Ashton nodded the warnings off, he didn’t need to be concerned about a bunch of kids that had only started to understand the highs and lows of the music industry. In his eyes, they weren’t a threat. Sure, he and Calum had gone to a few Midnight Street shows, they were good. They were passionate. But they still had a long road to walk to get to the place he and his bandmates had paved for themselves. Ashton wasn’t worried. Especially when the new band showed up to showcase their admiration to all the work 5SOS had done.

“We’re big fans, it’s just an honour to be put into the same league as you guys.”

Michael and Calum engaged in conversation with the drummer and bassist of the band, two chunky guys with short hair and green jackets. Luke quickly found common grounds with the lead guitarist and vocalist JJ, a love for Nickelback and eccentric cowboys. It was Jaida that caught Ashton’s eye, the pianist of the band. He liked that she actually played a vertical W. Hoffmann onstage instead of the classic Korg keyboard he had seen over and over again at every single live show he went to. He liked the fact that she was the responsible one for making Midnight Street the novelty they were. Didn’t hurt that she was gorgeous and flaunted it, a well-tailored deep emerald suit with a plunging neckline was always a good fashion choice in his eyes.

“We’re contenders now. If you give me any advice tonight, I won’t take it seriously. You might just be trying to mess with my head.”

Jaida’s lips curved into a smirk behind her glass of mojito.

He liked her confidence, her presence was strong enough to keep him interested.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Ashton let out a small laugh, setting his now empty glass on the table and leaning towards her. “You don’t look like someone who takes advice from anyone anyways.” His tone was flirty, his eyes lingered on her lips for more than a brief moment and his knees barely touch hers. She noticed his lustful behaviour, it wasn’t the first time another musician had taken an interest in her.

Jaida had had her fair share of one-night stands, knowing that she couldn’t hold a relationship because of the band’s schedule. In that sense, she and Ashton were on the same page. He was a sexual being, a man who liked to have fun without many responsibilities, his rockstar status made his fantasies easy to come to life. She was no different, and she knew just how to get a guy’s attention with the right gestures.

“I caught your performance last week in LA, it was a wild one.”

Jaida crossed a leg on top of the other and placed her elbow on it, the fabric of her satin pants slightly riding up as she teased Ashton’s leg. The expression of amusement in his eyes was obvious and she licked her lower lip before leaning forward, resting her chin on her hand, knowing Ashton would get a better view at her cleavage. He wasn’t subtle about the new view he was granted.

“Thank you.”

Ashton had a hard time focusing his eyes on hers, they seemed to travel down her neck every instant.

“We love putting our entire energy in our shows. I’m always soaked after playing the set, but I like it. If you don’t believe in your music, no one will, ya know?”

He laid an arm on the table, his long fingers brushing against the fabric that covered her arms, “I think you know,” he chuckled to himself, growing excited by how Jaida’s lashes seemed to frame the same lust he held in his eyes.

“I’ve seen you play once or twice.”

Ashton nodded and in one swift movement, he propelled his body forward, lips hovering her ear.

“I like the way you move.”

Her skin visibly bristled and he smirked against it. Jaida dropped her gaze and turned her head to engage in the most intense staring contest she had ever participated in.

“And that’s only onstage.”

Her teasing grin was enough for Ashton to decide this was the girl he wanted to take back to his place that night.

-

“You’re leaving already?”

Ashton called her from his spot on the bed. The black suit he’d worn to the party laid on the floor, his red hair was plastered all over his forehead. He watched Jaida collect her things from the dresser next to his bedroom door, and put on the heels she had eagerly discarded the night before when he pushed her down onto his mattress.

“You don’t want me here, Ashton. Especially after you check your phone,”

She laughed and ran a hand through her tangled hair. His eyebrows knitted together, curiously staring at her triumphant smile.

“I’m gonna go.”

Jaida laughed and pulled out her phone, scrolling down whatever was displaying on the screen, “I know my way out. Have fun today.” She didn’t even wave goodbye when she left his bedroom. Moments later, he heard the front door.

The sound of the cars driving up and down the street grew louder as the clock got closer to 9 am. Ashton pushed his hair back and looked over at the mess he and Jaida had made. He remembered her lips on his skin, her moans when he pushed inside her, the mark he’d left on her right hipbone. He looked down at his bare chest and found one of her works as well, a red lipstick-stained lovebite under his sternum. “Wow,” he breathed out before getting out of bed and hopping into the shower.

-

Twenty minutes before the radio interview would begin, Ashton stared at his phone screen blankly. He would refresh the page every ten seconds but the numbers didn’t change. 5 Seconds of Summer was number 6, Midnight Street was number 3.

“How did this happen?”

They weren’t sure. Luke and Michael were pacing back and forth, discussing ideas of how they could promo the single, how they could get back up on top. Calum was outside smoking a cigarette. Their team was nervous about the interview, Midnight Street beating them on the charts had definitely staggered their confidence.

In some kind of irrational train of thought, Ashton remembered Jaida’s comment and he felt angry. He had fallen into her spell and now he was paying the price. And for what? A squirming body under his touch? Red lips trailing wet kisses down his torso at an excruciatingly slow pace? A high-pitched whimper when he hooked her knees over his shoulders? He heard his name being called from inside of the studio.  

“5 Seconds of Summer is here! We have Luke, Calum, Ashton and Michael to talk about their new single and their upcoming performance on the Billboard Awards next month. How are you guys? Excited?”

The band talked about the creation of their new track and the inspiration behind it, but no one had prepared them for the next question.

“New band Midnight Street has just beat you on the charts with their first ever single, how do you feel about that?”

Like a dropkick on the groin.

Ashton could feel the blood flush his face. He had worked so hard for his pride to be stomped on by a band that had never even had a world tour. So what he had fucked the pianist? So what? He didn’t owe her anything.

“You know, I don’t mind them. Yeah, their song is good, but that’s it. Nothing inventive.”

Lie. “Nothing that really caught my ears.” Lie. “They’re not gonna be around for long, I’m tellin’ ya. So I’m not worried.”

The look on his bandmates’ faces was either pure rage or unhidden disgust, washed over by a thin layer of astonishment.

-

“Ash, what the fuck was that?” Luke poked the redhead’s shoulder. He had disappointed him, had disappointed all of them.

He hadn’t been the bigger person.

It didn’t take long for Ashton to receive hundreds of notifications on his phone. Angry management, inquisitive journalists, confused fans… his Twitter and Instagram feed was full. Buried between a DM of his producer and a link to an article, there was a text from Jaida.

Fuck you, Irwin.

The temptation was too much, he loved his doses of masochism and assholery. He knew it wouldn’t lead him anywhere, that it was just playing with fire. For a moment, the thought of being the bad boy in other’s eyes was too fascinating. It felt powerful.

Fuck you right back.

He shoved his phone deep into his jacket pocket and waved his team goodbye. He had dropped a bomb and was now heading out for an iced coffee like it was nothing.

The flashes caught his face immediately, all of them yelling at him. Questions came right and left, but he didn’t stop to address them.

Only when he turned his TV on later that night, he knew what kind of trouble he had gotten himself into.

“Midnight Street is the new upcoming band….”

Ashton rolled his eyes when he saw Jaida’s tense body at the end of the couch, squished between the drummer and the vocalist/guitarist. Now they were getting more press because of his comment. This was exactly the opposite of what he wanted.

“I just want to say.,”

Jaida’s voice pierced through the speakers of Ashton’s sound system and travelled to his ears, unpleasant, like nails on a chalkboard.

“… To the drummer of 5SOS, thank you for getting us to number two with your comment.”

She was facing the camera directly now. Ashton hated himself for thinking she looked hot with another power suit that complimented her skin tone. “You dug your grave yourself, you’d think you’d be wiser than that. I was wrong.”

His blood was boiling, his ears matched his hair colour. Ashton turned off the TV, immediately pulling out his phone to look for Jaida’s contact information. Oh, she was going to hear him.

-

The insistent bell rings were enough of a clue to know who it was. Jaida had gotten to her place only a few hours ago, stripping from the suit and heels and throwing a ratty old t-shirt on. She had expected some kind of response from Ashton; a text, a voice message, a callout on Twitter. Something.

Had she not learned that with him it was either go big or go home?

It was almost 2 am.

“What are you doing here?”

Jaida’s voice was stern, she didn’t want her surprise to show.

“Are you coming to insult me in my own place? That’s mature of you.”

Ashton’s lips were pursed together in a flat line, jaw jutting forward, muscles rigid.

She drove him completely insane. Everything from the tone in her voice, the few strands of hair out of place from her ponytail, locked knees in display thanks to an Arctic Monkeys tee… He wanted to yell at her, then bend her over and have her right there on the front door.

“Aren’t you gonna invite me inside? You’re being a rude hostess, doll.”

The raspy voice was the quickest way to remind her of how he’d absolutely wrecked her the night before. The hot skin against her own, the bites on her shoulders and collarbones, his breathy groans when she sucked him off. She stepped aside to let him in, eyes quickly glued to his ass when he passed her, that same ass she had eagerly squeezed not 24 hours ago. Angry sex was the best kind of sex in her opinion, she was not going to let this fuel go to waste.

Jaida closed the door behind her and leaned against it, rotating her ankles one at a time on the welcome rug.

“Had I known I was having visitors, I would’ve put on some pants and opened a bottle of wine.”

She grinned, amused. Watching Ashton peruse around her apartment was like observing a deer in unknown territory. Her territory. His face was still unreadable, but his movements were hesitant and discerning.

Ashton browsed the collection of books and CDs she had on a shelf next to her widescreen TV, kept himself busy by counting the number of awards she had put on her living room table, not all recognizable, but a large amount of them. He didn’t bother to look at her, knowing that he’d most likely get a boner from the tension in the air alone.

She kept talking.

“I guess I’ll get the beers from the fridge.”

A sigh escaped her lips as she pushed herself off the door and made her way to the kitchen. Jaida could feel the shift of his attention, now completely focused on the way she moved.

“Stop drooling over my legs. ” her lips broke into a smirk.

This kind of power she liked, knowing she could make a man turn his head in under two seconds. She had them eating from the palm of her hand.

Ashton had been intense and passionate under the sheets, his tight grip all over her body, he knew what he wanted and how he could get it. Not a shy minute while he ravaged her, and Jaida had liked that. He got a good peek at how her concert tee slipped up her bum as she bent down to pick two bottles of lager from the bottom of the fridge. Her thighs felt like they were on fire, as if Ashton was burning holes through them with his eyes.

-

To be continued.

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[my-5sos-babes]

TDMAR || Part 6

Summary: Luke is feelin' and reelin'. Ashton is gorgeous, per usual. Mike and Cal fight a bit.

Word Count: 3260

Triggers: swearing, band(?)

Publish Date: 9/21/18

a/n: trying something a bit new this chapter bc i'm not digging the first person anymore. also sorry for changing the tense in the last two updates?? i totally didn't notice that, i'm v sorry. p.s., I listened to some coffeehouse playlist while writing this chapter, so i'm guessing a lot of the tones in my writing came from that lmao, i'll try to make this story less trash. ALSO, if y'all would like, I can change the whole thing to third person, if it makes the story more cohesive. just lemme know. p.p.s., I saw 5sos the other day, pls talk w me about it <3

He sighed heavily, unable to repress it.

“Good, mate?” Calum asked.

Luke glanced up from his phone. “Oh, no, yeah. Just thinking about my anatomy notes for tonight,” he lied. “Lots of bones.”

Cal, unable to catch on, continued the conversation. “Ugh. Why would you take anatomy and physiology? It’s such a terrible class. Notes every night, tests every week? I couldn’t fathom having that much work every day.”

“Yeah, I can’t fathom that you know the word ‘fathom’,” Michael quipped. Quickly the conversation devolved into some squabble after Calum shoved Michael rather aggressively. Luke, while amused by the fight--and having no intentions to stop it--got caught up in his own headspace.

That seemed to be the norm these past few weeks. He wasn’t sure if anyone actually bothered to notice, but he hadn’t been talkative. Luke had been trying to look better, though, and that was something that people noticed.

He decided that he was tired of the emo-grunge look, one day. Almost out of nowhere. Well, not nowhere. He had some inspiration (from the kid who made his heart beat out of rhythm). 

To Luke, Ashton always looks so comfortable in his clothes: button down shirts with loud patterns, suave shoes of varying styles, and an occasional necklace or two. Luke, feeling partially intimidated--and partially turned on--realized that he would have to start putting more effort into his look if he wanted to make an impression. He wasn’t sure how, yet he knew he was going to do it.

With the help of his mother in the purging of his closet, Luke bought nicer clothes, better shoes, and even some accessories. The trip to the store had been interesting enough with the outfits, but when they passed the jewelry section, things got a little awkward.

“Luke? Where’d you go, honey?”

“Over here.”

“In the… accessories aisle?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“... Okay.”

That weekend, he spent time preplanning outfits and coordinating his jewelry so nothing clashed. He felt strangely proud of his work, as he looked at the clothing strewn about his room. He even threw on a few ‘fits and checked himself out in the mirror, admiring the way they fit his body. Luke had never really had such fitting clothing before and was--while apprehensive--unable to keep himself from thinking, Hot damn.

The day he showed up to school in new clothes, though, that pride plummeted. Everyone who knew him stared at him, everyone who didn’t was staring as well.

Oh, Jesus, I’m an idiot. Who the fuck would come to school looking like they just came off a knock-off Gucci mannequin.

Michael and Calum were perplexed at this sudden change in image more than anyone else.

“Woah, dude. What’re you wearing?”

Luke tugged at his sleeve, his confidence falling straight through the floor. “New clothes. Went shopping with my mum on Friday. She insisted.” He added on the last part as an afterthought, as if that would sway his friends shock. It helped a little. He was relieved when they bought his bluff.

   “Finally got tired of your rebellion, huh?” Calum queried good-naturedly.

“Sure. Something like that.”

Michael scoffed, “A true punk wouldn’t have let the rebellion fade.” He smirked afterwards.

Luke chuckled. “Guess I’m not a true punk-rocker anymore.”

At first, he found himself pulling his collar up his neck, like he couldn’t cover up enough skin. It wasn’t until someone complimented him during first period that he felt validated again. Gradually, kids every so often would approach him and say something like, “Nice boots!” and “Lookin’ good, Hemmings”; yet, it wasn’t until he saw Ashton for the first time that day that he felt most insecure.

“Luke?”

“Oh, hey, Ash,” Luke said, trying his best to be nonchalant.

“You’re lookin’... different.”

“Well…” He tried to not let the older boy’s word choice bother him. “I mean, felt like a change. Got some inspiration.” The younger boy nudged the other in the ribs.

   “Ah!” Ashton replied. A furrow appeared in his brow, his gaze lingering over the new threads adorning Luke’s skinny frame.

If Luke didn’t know any better, he’d say Ash was checking him out. Of course, that wasn’t true. Ashton’s the kind of guy that just does stuff like that. He probably thinks it’s weird. I’m weird for liking his style.

Luke mentally chastised himself. If he feels weird about it, he’s covering it up really well. Christ. Just don’t say anything stupid.

The two surprisingly didn’t speak for just a moment. Luke was astonished by this.

Ashton spoke first. “You did a decent job, Hemmings. Not bad at all… Although,” He circles around the other boy, a hand to his chin, “I think I would’ve chosen a wider pant leg. Skinny jeans just feel too tight for the shirt you have on--in my opinion, at least.

“As for your jewelry… I like the watch, it’s classy. I would’ve taken out the lip ring, though.”

Luke unconsciously reached for his face, wondering what the hell to say to that. Ash saw this immediately.

“Wait, oh, God--sorry. I just gave you a fucking review like I’m Miranda Priestley or some shit, didn’t I?” The older boy chuckled. “Wow… Jesus, I’m sorry if I made you self-conscious. You do not have to listen to me, just--just ignore what I said.”

The younger boy quickly shoved aside Ashton’s comments. “No, dude! That was awesome. I’ll take notes next time, seriously. That’ll help me so much. But you like it?”

That totally didn’t sound needy, dipshit.

Ashton nodded vigorously. “Yeah, definitely! You are stylin’!” He glanced at his phone, then. “Oh, shit. Better get to class. See you later!” He hurried down the hall. “Stylin’!” He reiterated, already far enough away to shout.

Luke called after Ash. “Aces!”

Luke. Who the fuck says ‘aces’?

Band rehearsal nearly every night meant that Luke couldn’t wear his new (lowkey restrictive) clothes in the afternoon. As soon as he got home, he changed out of whatever button down and jeans he wore that day and swapped them out for shorts, t-shirts and sandshoes. He couldn’t complain, however. He’d rather be comfortable at rehearsal anyways, with how demanding the show was this season.

Tonight was quite a rough run-through. The band director hadn’t been satisfied with the formations or the sound quality; to Luke, Watkins was downright scary.

Everyone else in the band could tell that rehearsal wasn’t going well. Something was just putting them off, but no one knew what.

Calum, who was up on the podium, grew more irritated by the second. Of course, Luke wasn’t able to pay much attention to that since he was busy running across a turf field with a six foot pole in his hands, which was adorned with several square feet of silk, all while dodging disgruntled clarinetists and trombonists. Whether he was fortunate or not, he only caught glimpses of Cal’s stiff arm movements and stern face.

The band dragged on miserably for the next hour. Luckily, when it finally came to a close, Watkins didn’t even bother with a speech; their band director sighed disappointedly and let the kids go. Luke, quite ashamed of himself, began wrapping up his silk while walking off the field. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t see Ashton pop up at his side.

“Yikes. Tonight was bad,” Ashton put plainly.

Luke snorted. “Tell me about it.”

They walked together for minute, stewing in their misery. Then, “Think I need to take my mind off it. Blow off some steam or something.”

“Me too,” the younger boy exhaled.

They continued a little longer, both simmering with dissatisfaction and something indescribable that always comes after a bad rehearsal.

“Would you wanna--” Ashton adjusted his harness, fingers twisting at the screws,“--would you wanna go get some pizza? Just veg out and stuff?”

Luke considered it, not expecting a request such as that. “Uh… yeah! Sure.” He smiled wide, looking at Ash. Suddenly he stopped both of them in their tracks. “Wait, is it cool if I invite Calum and Michael?”

Ashton remained quiet for a moment. Luke, of course, took this the wrong way. Before he could let a word out, though, the older boy spoke.

“Of course, mate! Yeah, no sorry--bit of a mental lapse. Yeah, no, that’s cool.”

“Sick, be right back!”

   Luke ran towards his friends, both way back on the practice field, doing drum major duties of some kind. By the time he made reasonable distance, he changed his pace back to walking. Luke, pathetically, was winded by that short run, and he strained to control his breathing. When he could hear more than the rush of blood in his ears, he heard Michael and Calum’s voices. They were arguing rather intently.

   “... just, Mikey, c’mon, we’ve been over this. It’s not very likely that it’ll happen.”

   Michael, ever the dramatist, fired right on back. “Okay, Cal. Whatever you say. I still think it’d be a good idea! I don’t get why you’re so closed-minded about it.”

Luke hung back, not sure if he should be hearing this.

To that, Calum only sighed and shook his head. “The answer is ‘no’, Michael. It will always be ‘no’.”

Luke could feel the fire fueling between his friends. Unconsciously, he knew that there needed to be a metaphorical fire extinguisher, and quickly. So, he happily threw himself into the fray.

“Hey, guys!”

He got a few disgruntled sounds from Michael (unsurprisingly), but Calum gave a more mature response.

“Hey, Luke… Have you been there long?”

   Luke shook his head vehemently. “No! Just, uh, just rolled on up. Wanted to talk, you know?”

   Calum eyed him suspiciously, but soon enough, let his suspicions go. “... M’kay. What did you wanna talk about?”

   “Oh, uh.” Luke had to remember why he came over here in the first place. “Well, uh, Ashton wanted to hang out and get some pizza… Care to join?... Both of you?”

   Calum and Michael, with very tense movements, glanced at each other and abruptly looked away.

   Michael spoke flatly. “Not tonight, mate. Got some games I planned on beating and shit.” With that, the crazy-haired boy left, slapping Luke on the shoulder as he went.

Calum, a frown dancing on his lips, attempted a friendly smile. It was half-hearted at best. “Thanks, bud, but me neither. Homework... I appreciate the offer.” He walked past Luke with his mace and some stray band equipment bundled up in his arms. “Have fun tonight.”

Jarred by his best friends’ transgression, Luke slouched his way to the band room, trying to wrap his head around what just happened. As he expected, the band had already cleared out, the drum majors lingering in Watkins’ closed office for some official business. What he didn’t expect was Ashton Irwin, sitting in the corner of the room, waiting. He couldn’t help the words as the tumbled out of his mouth.

“Ash, you’re still here?”

The older boy abruptly looked towards the Luke. “I was waiting for you, dude. Pizza? Remember?”

“... Right, I just didn’t think you’d wait.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Pause.

“So what’s the verdict?”

“On…?”

“Calum and Michael. They coming?”

“Oh!” Luke shook his head. “No, they, uh. I think they have stuff going on.” He checked back over at Watkins’ office, where Calum had emerged. “Or something like that.”

“Alright, cool. Let’s get going.” Ashton twirled his keys around his fingers. “I’ll drive.”

“You sure? We can go separately if that’s easier for you--”

“Nonsense! I don’t mind.”

Luke, unaccustomed to being the one taking rides from others, suppressed all his objections after that and followed Ashton. With the setting sun, it would’ve been hard to make out any shapes in the dark. The parking lot lights were on, and Ashton happened to park directly under one, which made maneuvering easier.

It was quite old, the car. A bit rusty here and there, and it groaned like a dinosaur when the engine turned over. However, the inside seemed homey. The seats were worn soft from time, and it smelled musky. Like… teakwood? Something manly, Luke thought to himself. The radio had been on some rock station, but the volume was turned low, so it was only a soft murmur in the background.

Luke found himself sighing.

Ashton, pulling out of the parking lot, glanced over, eyebrows knitted together. “Good, mate?”

He sighed again, relaxing into the seat. “Yeah, Ash. I’m good.” 

The pizza was everything they needed it to be. It was cheesy and gooey and just greasy enough. The two boys heartily chowed down on the large platter in front of them, barely bothering with plates.

The diner Ashton had brought them to was unfamiliar to Luke. In fact, he had rarely been to this side of the city. That didn’t hinder him any from the joy of the incredible, wonderful goodness that was this diner’s pizza.

   In the neon lighting, everything was cast in some ethereal glow. Some odd greens, blues and reds scattered throughout the tiny, empty room, and formed interesting shadows on the floor. The ‘50s theme--with squeaky leather-like cushions and cool silver metal framings--was a design Luke hadn’t seen often in the area. There were approximately two employees and two customers in attendance.

   Luke paused in between bites, studying Ashton’s features. Ashton pushed on, unaware of the boy’s stare. In the lighting, Ash’s face aged significantly. Not in a bad way, of course. He just seemed to look more wan, more tired--but also prettier. Luke couldn’t put his finger on it. Maybe Ashton always looked this pretty, but he’s just now seeing it. He wondered if he looked the same.

   Don’t be stupid, dude. Ashton isn’t into that.

   Luke felt a harsh tug in his gut anytime he even thought about the boy sitting in front of him. The mention of his name, the sight of him, a scrap of his homework, anything. Anything sent his head spinning.

   Luke knew that this meant he was something he didn’t want to be. Something that he never expected to be. When Ashton wasn’t there merely two months before, Luke ignored any doubts he may have had about his sexuality, and with ease. He simply brushed off his attraction to men as jealousy… but since the minute Ashton appeared, his walls came crashing down.

Probably around three in the morning a few days ago, Luke whispered, admitted, under his breath:

   I like guys. I like Ashton.

   Seeing him now, in the late-night glow of this decrepit hole-in-the-wall, Luke really knew this to be true. He couldn’t not like someone as beautiful, someone as genuine, as Ashton Fletcher Irwin.

   He bit into another slice of pizza, pondering. A question slipped past his lips into the space between them.

   “How’d you find this place?”

His voice almost disappeared into the abyss, it seemed. Everything was so quiet. So gentle.

   Ashton smiled, swallowing his last bite. He smiled like he had a secret, an old memory. “Few months ago… I was just driving around and saw it. Was kinda hungry, so I stopped in. Now, it’s uh…” he fiddled with some leftover crust, “it’s my favorite place.” The corners of the older boy’s mouth turned down slightly, yet Luke didn’t notice. “You know, I’ve never actually brought anyone else here before.”

   It was supposed to be question, but came out as a statement.

   Luke’s eyebrows shot up into his hairline. “Really?”

   Ash nodded. “And, honestly, I don’t care for pepperoni. I’m typically a just-cheese kinda guy.”

   Luke glanced at the scraps of pepperoni pizza and back to Ash, unsure of how to process this information. “Um. I feel honored?”

Was that the right question?

   Ashton physically shook himself from a pensive thought and replied. “Yes. Yes, you should definitely feel honored.”

   Luke smiled shyly. “Then, I do.”

   A second passed between them with no words spoken, just little grins and twinkling eyes. There was a spark in Luke’s chest. A hopeful, teensy flicker of a flame. Maybe Ashton felt it too.

Their waitress sauntered in, breaking the charged air.

“Hey, boys! How you doing? Need anything?”

“We’re doing great, Shirley. Thank you,” Ashton put kindly.

The pretty waitress--as if from nowhere--then procured a glass she had been hiding somewhere; Luke didn’t want to imagine how she was able to keep it hidden.

“Aw, Shirley, I can’t--” Ashton started.

“Of course you can. It’s on the house! For my favorite customer.” With a wink, the dark-haired girl went behind the vintage-style double doors, leaving the room an empty void again.

Ashton, shaking his head with good humor, picked two straws out of the nearby dispenser and held one out to Luke. “Like some? It’s strawberry…” He let out a small giggle.

Luke couldn’t resist his smile as it crept onto his face. “Love some.”

He grabbed the straw from Ashton’s grip, unwound the wrapping and plopped it into the glass. The older boy motioned to the cherry on top, but Luke shook his head. Ashton,  plucked the fruit from the whipped cream and tantalizingly dangled it in the air. Luke watched as Ash’s jawline protruded sharply under the taut skin. Ash chewed slowly, and, whether he was aware of it or not, and smirked sinfully. Luke swallowed thickly.

God damn.

The younger boy pushed aside the images in his head and focused solely on the strawberry milkshake. He focused on the closeness of their foreheads as the sipped from the glass at the same time. He focused on how when they both reached for their drink, their hands brushed for just milliseconds. His heartbeat thrummed in his throat.

He assumed he was imagining the blush on Ashton’s cheeks. Probably just a trick with the neon. Yeah, it’s just the lights.

He chuckled to himself, knowing he should know better. And he chuckled at the mantra that repeated in his head again, like clockwork. Nonetheless, Luke brushed off all of his unwanted thoughts and focused on the moment and the beautiful boy before him.

Not much later, Ashton dropped Luke off at school, where they had left Luke’s car hours earlier. Ash carefully parked right next to the old machine and shut off his engine. Together, the two sat in the still air, neither wanting to break this peaceful lull they were experiencing. It was something precious, fragile, new. They knew, though, that it was inevitable.

“Do you even know what time it is?” Luke asked from the passenger seat.

Ashton squinted at his watch in the dark. “Almost midnight, I’d say.”

The boys looked at each other and immediately burst into a fit of giggles.

“My mum’s gonna kill me,” Luke managed between splutters.

“Me too,” Ashton chimed, breathing heavily.

They tried to sit a while a longer. Luke, however, knew he had to go before his mother actually murdered him.

“Hey, Ash?”

“Hmm?”

“Um. Thanks, for tonight. I had a lot of fun.”

Ashton smiled through the darkness. “Of course, Luke. Thank you. I don’t think I’ve laughed like this in ages. It felt nice.”

Luke said nothing in response, only gave a soft smile; reluctantly, he opened the door and heaved his lanky frame out of the seat. In his own car, he pulled on the seatbelt and turned the engine over. At that, Ashton did the same, and once he was certain Luke was ready, set off himself.

The younger boy sat just a few minutes longer, relishing the new memories. He smiled once more to himself, shifted the car into gear, and took his time on the ride home.

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REQUESTED!!

heyoooooooo! it’s been a few weeks (definitely months) & i kept saying i would write again but i did not yikes. anyways i’ve been reading lately & getting some inspiration so yeah. this is trash cause i’m not good at luke stuff, i did get A LITTLE carried away with this word count wise, trying to make up for how crappy it was. 

i K N O W luke doesn’t have tattoos. but i used that to my advantage for the sake of the story to pretned he had a secret one. which hemight for all we know.

lie to me has been stuck in my head for the majority that i was writing this but it would’ve been ironic if that’s what i titled this imagine so anyways.

1777 words

rumors - jacob whitesides

As a grumble escaped my lips, I threw my arm across my body as to hug the mattress while flipping over to now lay on my stomach, being awakened by the shrill chirps coming from my phone. Slowly coming to the realization of where the sound was coming from, I lifted my arm to touch the cold metal of my phone and glanced it over with tired eyes.

The house was filled with silence, opposed to the noises of mother nature outside my window. The sun shining brightly through the pane was enough to persuade me out of bed as I knew I wouldn't be able to fall back asleep after that. I practically jumped out of bed, not of excitement but because it would be the only way to really wake me up given my tired state.

Slipping my phone into the waistband of my pajama shorts, I grimaced at the feeling of the cold surface touching my skin. I walked out of my room and into the small apartment kitchen to pour myself a glass of water to start the day, then pulling out my phone to read the piling over notifications. I unlocked my phone and opened messages as those notifications were most likely the most important.

emilia: hey babe! keep your chin up! don't believe what everyone is posting!

bianca: you know i support you through everything & it doesn't end here. we know men ain't shit but he is a keeper. don't believe what you're seeing love.

tommy: girl no. this is NOT happening. this is total bullshit. don’t even think for a second that any of this is true. that girl’s story is so fake. she is a SNAKE.

I scrunched my nose up in confusion, snickering at the random messages while sipping my water slowly. I scrolled past a few other threads of group chats with my siblings and sole messages from cousins and other family members I felt close to. They were sending me messages of their concerns and support, and I didn't quite get what was the reason as to why.

my love lucas: babygirllllllll. i am so exhausted but it's 5 in the morning and we have to do some radio interviews for the album. thank you for staying up until we got back to the bus, & for that, i know you won't be awake until the afternoon. BUT I LOVE YOU & THE BOYS ARE YELLING AT ME SO TEXT ME WHEN YOU WAKE UP!!! xoxxoxxo

While my boyfriend's text did put a smile on my face, it put the texts into perspective for me and I already figured out what was going on.

He went to a party last night with his band members and few of the tour crew at a bar, and I had stayed up until three in the morning despite the fact that I was working all day just to make sure he made it back safe. I trusted him, and you can't have a long-distance relationship without trust.

This was the second tour that Luke has been on while we were dating, and despite the things that you may find in fanfictions, going along with them on tour just wasn't exactly a thing... or my thing at the least. I had school to attend, a job to pay for myself, an apartment to upkeep, and our pets to take care of. Sometimes he would fly me out when he was going to be in California for a few nights and I would get the groupie experience for the week, but it's just too stressful to bother my friends to watch our dogs, so I opted out after the third time it happened.

Everyone knows that alongside a boy band is a mass of fans. Fangirls, to be exact, that protect their boys through every decision they make and while it is super devoting and heartwarming, some of them don't like the fact that the band members are in a relationship. So ever since footage of Luke and I together surfaced the internet, my life has not been the same since. I used to get a lot of hate which didn't bother me because I, contrary to Luke's knowledge, was a fangirl myself so I knew it was bound to happen eventually.

As time went on, the fans came to accept our relationship, all the while still having a few who disapprove but proving them wrong just meant sticking by his side every day, and I planned to do that for the rest of my life.

Every time that they go out partying, plenty of pictures are per say leaked to the public, and their fans find a way to figure out their plans, meeting them at these bars and clubs. There are pictures of Luke talking to his fans at these venues almost every time and they don't bother me because yet again, I trust him.

But there was something different going on this time, my friends and family have been by my side through every single tabloid but their sudden concern was something that was a bit abnormal to me.

I put my glass of water down on the marble top counter and paced to the living room, where I pulled my laptop atop my legs. Typing quickly into Google, I scrolled through the 5SOS Update fan pages on Tumblr and Twitter, finally coming across blurry photos of Luke and another girl.

"It's too low quality to see what's even happening.." I spoke to myself with a soft scoff, glancing at one of my dogs that was staring at me with her head cocked to the side, "I talk to myself all the time, I'm not going crazy." I told my dog before laughing and going back to the screen.

A majority of the replies was concern towards me, maybe they knew something that I didn't.  And that thought alone was concerning enough.

I trust Luke. I do. I trust him with my life.

That was until I stumbled across a reply from a girl who was saying that she was the one in the photo, and my heart skipped a few beats as I read her side of the story which was its own thread. I've seen fans concoct an entire story from a white lie and this seemed a bit dubious to me because he didn't text me much at the party, just before and after.

But I trust Luke with everything.

She wrote details about his secret tattoo that only I knew about and it's exact location, how his black polish clad nails traced up her arm as they spoke, and how his favorite alcoholic beverage was fresh on his breath.

This broke me.

I closed my laptop and put it aside, grabbing a bag of Doritos and trailing back to my bedroom. My head swirled with this new information, not wanting to believe it but it was so believable that it was physically stinging at my throat, but I refused to cry. I had cried myself to sleep when Luke was gone plenty of times, not because of the hate, but because I missed him, and I missed waking up next to him, and I missed the scent of him on my sheets.

I tried to tune out the negative thoughts in my head for an hour by blaring the television with whatever mildly funny show was on, it didn't work. I merely sighed and rose out of my bed again, walking to my bathroom to wash my face in hopes to shake this bad feeling off. As I dipped my head into the sink and flung cold water in my face to rinse off the soap, I heard keys shaking and my front door shifting as someone went to unlock it.

I froze in place and grabbed the shower curtain to cover my practically naked body. I'm home alone, of course, I'm only in a bralette and pajama shorts.  

I heard the door close behind the person who was now in my house and I was trailing through how many people I had given a key to. The footsteps grew louder as the person came closer. I saw the toe of their shoes in the doorway, then he stuck his head in to peek around the room, connecting his bloodshot eyes with mine.

"Luke.." I let out a sigh and released the shower curtain, walking up to the boy who towered over me. His hair was a mess, as usual, and he was in his normal punk rockish outfit.

"It's not true." He told me firmly, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed hard.

His eyes were red, he was crying, he was scared. His voice was wavering and his breath was shaky. "How did she know?" Was all I could manage to the broken-hearted boy in front of me.

"I had a lot to drink, and it's not an excuse but I didn't flirt with her or anything, she was just really close to me and kept touching me and I was trying to tell her off but she wasn't listening to me. She kept playing with my shirt color and touching my hair and that's how she found the tattoo. She kept mentioning your name and saying that you deserved better, someone you could see every day and someone who's normal, someone who takes you with them when they tour the world, someone who can answer your calls whe-" I cut him off with my lips, pressing a passionate kiss on him, slowly wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him lower to me as I stood on my tip toes.

His arms snaked around my waist and pulled me closer to him, deepening the kiss with every second that passed. When I pulled away from the kiss, I just stared into his eyes and nodded my head.

"I believe you. I know better than to believe them. I believe in you, and I believe in us." My voice was soft, but I was finally regaining my confidence. He chuckled softly, leaning down to hug my waist, lifting my body off the ground slightly as he whispered comforting words in my ear.

"Can I make us ice cream sundaes?" He whispered, a bright smile spreading on his face in which I giggled in reply and followed him to the kitchen with my hand in his.

As we made our way to the kitchen, one of the puppies ran up to us to greet Luke and I bent over to pick him up, cuddling him the dog as Luke prepared our dessert even though it was four in the afternoon.

[gamerwoo]

okay so i went to a 5sos concert last night and here’s how it went (even though nothing that cool happened to me except Calum looking at me one(1) time)

Okay so my sister and I were waiting in line for like 2-ish hours to get in and like, all the fans waiting outside were like........real weird. Like I haven’t been in the 5sos fandom for like a year but they used the term “tea” constantly but not even correctly??? Some girl referred to herself as “the tea” and idk what that’s supposed to mean???? Idk it was like stan twitter irl but with -482 braincells tbh. ANYWAY they were all really loud and super extra too. Some girl kept doing drops and splits and just y e l l i n g for no reason. And then these dudes my age showed up and they looked like they were stuck in their 2008 scene phase, idk it was weird. They were my age but they were hitting on underage girls but the girls were flirting back even after the guys said they were 20/21 so the whole thing was just a mess. They played some music because they were a “band” but ngl the singer sounded real bad and the whole thing was just awful. Waiting in line was awful.

So we finally got inside and my sister immediately buys some beer because the last two hours were awful. I couldn’t get anything because in Boston, if you don’t live in Mass, you need to have a valid ID AND a valid passport to buy alcohol under the age of 25 so I was shit outta luck. But nobody near our seats were obnoxious so I was fine. But everything was cash only and I only had $70 in cash so we couldn’t get any merch which made me sad because they had these really cute long sleeve shirts but instead I fed into my sister’s alcohol consumption.

The openers were an all-girl band called The Aces and I knew literally nothing about them but they were actually really fucking good. Like, their music was cool and the girls themselves had good stage presence. Their lead guitarist was fantastic, and their singer highkey made me really fuckin gay lmao.

5sos was amazing as always. This was my third time seeing them live, and I was the closest I’d ever been this time. I sat 6th row right in front of Michael and it was really fun. I did notice Luke kept looking at the same general area and going over to that area so shoutout to whatever lucky bitch he thought was cute (he kept smirking at said area too idk that girl probably dead now). Luke also wore this leopard print shirt and said it was his “best shirt”, and literally e v e r y b o d y roasted him for it, but especially Michael. But I mean........leopard print???? Luke pls, u can do better. Michael never stood still lmao he was all over the fuckin stage. Calum stuck to his side except to do the jump for slsp. The ONE TIME Calum and I made eye contact, I was screaming because he was finally right in front of me, so I’m embarrassed lmao. Boy looked real good tho. Ashton stood on his drums and it scared the shit out of me. He also swore a lot???? Like.......a lot. He actually sang his parts too!!!! Last time I saw them, Calum pretty much sang all of Ashton’s parts so it was nice to hear his voice. And as Mass always does, we did the orange heart project again which was super pretty, and I was so happy for Wilma because the guys know it’s her who puts it together, and Luke called her an angel, and she sat like 2 rows in front of me and she was so happy to hear that, so it was really cute. They played Meet You There too and Michael wore a mask for it for some reason??? And they played Jet Black Heart but everyone thought that song had died with their last tour so I was really happy to hear it. OH, AND AMNESIA!!!! 

But uh, yeah, that’s basically it. My voice is completely gone now, my throat is a lil uncomfy, but I’m really happy and I stan 5sos again. Like, going to the concert, I didn’t think I liked them that much. As soon as the ran on stage though, I was S C R E A M I N G like I was so happy. Idk the fans were hard to deal with but I’d wanna see them again.

[fandomblues]

Just Saying [Steve Harrington]

Fandom ; Stranger Things

Pairings ; Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary ; Steve thinks your boyfriend is a douchebag and that he’ll be a better choice. You, unfortunately, beg to differ.

Warning(s) ; swearing, angst (if that’s even a warning?), stevie boy doesn’t get the girl

Word Count ; 1.7k+

Author’s Note ; I felt like it was an inappropriate song choice since the show takes place in the 80s and 5SOS is a current modern-era band but I really wanted to write some angsty steve stuff based off a song and it was the first thing that came to my mind. If you want me to write any fics (marvel/teen wolf/stranger things) based off songs, feel free to send in some suggestions. I won’t choose to write fics for every single song, though. Enjoy this in the mean time xx

| based off the song ‘Just Saying’ by 5 Seconds of Summer |

listen to it here on spotify

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You got a boyfriend, and he’s a total loser

All your friends tell you that he’s got no future

But they like me

Just Saying

Markus pressed a sloppy kiss to your lips before he pulled away and let out a heavy sigh. "I hate to go, baby," he pouted. "But i'll be back soon, I promise."

You let out a giggle. "It's just an hour, Mark. I'll see you at lunch," you pointed out, letting your arms curl round the back of his neck as you gazed lovingly up at him.

Behind you, your friends let out gags and you turned your head round slightly to glare at them playfully. Markus rolled his eyes at your friends. He never quite liked them. He always called them "bobble head bitches", much to your annoyance.

"I'll see you later, Y/N," he muttered, untangling himself from you unwillingly before walking off. You glared at your friends. "Would it kill you to be nice to him for once?" you sighed.

Clara wrinkled her nose. "It's not like he's nice to us anyway. I don't get why you're still with him," she said. Beside her, Eliza smacked on her gum as she nodded in agreement. "You've got so many better options. Like Mr Popular over there," she added on. She jerked her head to her right, where your best friend Steve stood across the hall.

You looked in his direction to catch him watching you. Shamelessly, he gave you a grin and waved as he pulled his attention away from the boy he was talking to. You smiled and waved back, but your smile dropped as soon as you turned back to the three girls standing in front of you.

"We're just friends, girls," you sighed. "Besides, he's probably still not quite over Nancy yet."

Eliza snorted. "Have you seen the way he looks at you, Y/N?"

You frowned as you argued against her words. "Markus has already been held back once, Y/N. He isn't doing any better. He really isn't good enough for you. I mean, look at Steve, he isn't the best but he's trying," Chantel piped up.

You were getting sick of this at this point. "Look, whether Mark is good enough for me or not isn't my problem," you spat. Your friends raised their eyebrows a little and stepped back, as if you had just slapped them in the face. "I would appreciate if you kept your comments to yourselves instead of demoralizing my boyfriend all the time, thank you very much!"

With that, you slammed your locker shut and whirled around on your heel, walking off to class.

He barely takes you out

If he does he's late

And when the check comes, he always makes you pay

I'd never do that

Just saying

"Hey, babe, i'm so sorry i'm late. The boys kept insisting on a rematch," Markus chuckled as slid into the booth next to you. You forced a smile at your boyfriend. You didn't want him to see you hurt or disappointed.

Markus had promised the last time that he wouldn't be late to another date again, yet here he was almost an hour later. Dates were a rare occasion between you two as it is, and you didn't want to spoil the night.

"It's okay, Mark," you told him. "At least you're here. Better late than never, right?"

Markus let out a hearty laugh and pressed a kiss to your lips, which caused your lipstick to smear slightly. "That I agree with, princess,"

You both ordered your food and a couple of drinks and ate in silence with the occasional mention of school or family issues.

When the bill came, Markus made a big show of pulling out his wallet to pay for your meal, but he stopped short and let out an over-exaggerated groan. "Oh my god, sweetheart, i'm so sorry. Really. My cards got confiscated and I forgot to bring any notes. You're going to have to pay for this one..."

Your eyebrows knitted together in a frown, but you agreed. You ignored the fact that you saw a couple of hundred dollar bills sitting inside his wallet as you rummaged out some money.

-

You sat in the ice cream parlor with Steve at the window seat, moaning as you took a lick of your mixed berries treat. Steve's ears tinged red and he couldn't help but wonder if that was what you sounded like when you orgasmed. He pushed the thought to the back of his head.

"Thanks so much for the ice cream, Steve. I really needed this," you commented. After your disastrous 'date' with Markus, you had called Steve up in frustration and ranted to him how much of an asshole Markus was.

Steve, being the good friend he was, listened to you politely and offered some advice; which you never really heeded. It was the same thing every time you went out with Mark. He would show up late, make you upset in some way, and you would play it off but complain to your best friend later on in the night.

Steve always felt a tinge of hope, that maybe one day you would finally realize how much of a jackass Markus was and you would come to your sense and dump him. But after countless nights of getting calls from you crying and screaming and hugging you to comfort you in school, he gave up that thought. You were never going to leave Markus, no matter how much of a dick he was.

Steve forced a smile onto his face. "I'm sure Markus is sincere about it. He just has a funny way of showing it." You glanced up at him and smiled fakely. "Yeah. I know he'll come round one day. He's getting better."

Steve rolled his eyes when you looked away.

You should leave him

'Cause it really makes me sick

Just saying, just saying

You don't need him

I'll help you get over it

Just saying, just saying

It was the third night in a row that you were crying over Mark again.

Steve cradled you in his arms as you sobbed, your tears staining his sweater. You were going through a tough time with Mark. It wasn't like it happened once in a blue moon, but you were determined to make the relationship work. You guys had been together too long.

You pulled away and Steve immediately wiped your tears away as you sniffed. "Please don't cry," he whispered. "It's not worth it."

"But I love him so much," you wailed. You felt more tears threaten to spill out once again. God, it really was like a never ending waterfall.

Steve cupped your face and gazed down at you. You were absolutely beautiful, and Steve couldn't help but feel a little guilty for wanting to kiss you then and there even though you were clearly upset. He pressed a kiss to your forehead instead as sadness welled up inside him.

"Don't worry, Y/N. I'm here."

When you change your mind I'll be waiting

'Cause I'm better than him

Just saying

"Honestly, though, Y/N, I don't get why you're still with him," Steve muttered, his eyes dropping to his drink as he stirred it. You looked up at Steve as you paused your writing. "Why do you have a problem with Mark? It's not just you, it's Clara and Chantel and Eliza too. And my parents. Is he really such a terrible human being?" you gritted out. You were having a perfectly normal time studying. And Steve had to ruin it with such a sentence.

He shook his head. "Mark's just... he isn't good enough for you."

You narrowed your eyes at Steve. “And how would you know that?”

“You’re nice and funny... and actually make an effort to keep the relationship going,” Steve started. “And he just... he doesn’t even care, Y/N! I just don’t get why you’re still with him.”

“Everyone just looks at his flaws! He’s a great guy and it’s not my bloody problem if you guys can’t see that!”

“I’m just saying-”

“No you aren’t! I though you were actually different from everybody else, Steve! I thought you could clearly see that he’s actually making an effort to change and get back on track but obviously not!”

“He just isn’t good enough for someone like you! You’re personalities just don’t compliment each other!” Steve argued, his voice raising slightly. You almost flinched. Steve never raised his voice at you.

"And what exactly constitutes as 'good enough', Steve? Hmm?" You challenged.

Steve's breath hitched in his throat as he looked up at you with wide eyes. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. You folded your arms, looking at him expectantly while you waited for an answer.

After a heavy amount of silence, Steve managed to utter out one word. One single word. He didn't even want to say it, but he did so anyway. He felt like he betrayed himself, he felt like he ruined his friendship with you. But it was as if he couldn't control it.

He watched as your eyes widened in surprise. You just stared at him blankly and kept silent. Then you let out a chuckle, making Steve narrow his eyes at you. You laughed a little louder again. But it wasn't genuine. It wasn't a happy laugh.

Your laughter practically dripped with disbelief and sarcasm; full of anguish.

You stood up faster than lightning and packed up all your things, throwing your belongings into your bag with little care. You ignored the fact that your worksheets got crinkled under the weight of your books and pencil case as you zipped it up and slung your bag over your shoulder.

You glared down at your friend. "No one's better than Markus, Steve. He loves me and I love him. Stop sticking your nose into our problems like everyone else, would you?"

Steve stuttered out some unclear words as he struggled to find an answer.

"I didn’t mean it," he replied lamely. He mentally slapped himself for saying something that wasn’t even true.

Steve watched you roll your eyes and stomp out of the cafe with a storm cloud above your head.

He really shouldn't have said 'me'.

'Cause I'm better than him

Just Saying

[everythng-is-blue]

52 with harry please? I love your writing btw!!

awwh thanks you’re sweet ☺️ this is slightly based off of twilight, kind of like a jacob with renesmee storyline but different, so i hope you like it x

52. “I’ve been in love with you my entire life.”


When (y/n) was born Harry didn’t expect her to be the one he imprinted on. But it happened, and there was nothing he could do about it. Though it was weird, (y/n) being a baby and all, imprinting it wasn’t just falling in love with someone. It meant protecting them with your life, keeping them out of harms way, and doing whatever it took to make sure they were always okay. It meant caring for them with all of your heart. And that’s how Harry felt about (y/n). It wasn’t that he was in love with her as a baby, but when we imprinted he saw a vision of her and him as she grew up and what type of woman she would become in the near future. And that was what he would eventually fall in love with.

Niall was Harry’s best friend, and Harry and Liz had a past that only they knew about. Back in school, Liz and Harry both had feelings for each other and went out on one date, but Harry knew his friend had feelings for her as well, so it ended there. Liz was still hurt by the fact that Harry ended things abruptly and without explanation other than “I’m not ready for something like this right now.” But she never let it show whenever Harry and Niall hung out, which was a lot. Liz and Niall had been together for two years, through junior and senior year, and when they first got together Liz found out Niall was a vampire. Shortly after that, she learned Harry was a werewolf. She didn’t believe it at first, until she saw Harry get into an altercation with one of his friends and they both turned into werewolves. But she got slightly used to after a while, realizing that her life would no longer be normal, and she asked Niall to turn her. He wanted to be married to her first, and when she saw that her begging and pleading for him to do it sooner wouldn’t work, she agreed to his terms. They got married shortly after graduation, and on their honeymoon when Niall was hesitant to change her like he promised, they ended up pregnant before he could. It was supposed to be impossible, but it happened. And when the werewolves found out that Liz was pregnant, and could die from it, and that Niall had broken the vampire/werewolf treaty, they decided that they had to kill the child if it did end up killing Liz. And when the day came for her to have (y/n), she did end up dying during labor. Niall tried turning her, but it was too late.

Or so they thought, but when Liz woke up days later as a vampire, things turned around. Niall went from feeling like he no longer had a reason to live, to having two reasons to. And Harry found out that he had one too. But when the wolves tried to come after (y/n) and Harry went against his own tribe to protect her, they realized that something had happened. Niall read Harry’s mind and his thoughts had confirmed Niall’s assumption.

“He’s imprinted on (y/n),” Niall told Liz incredulously. “They can’t harm her.”

Liz’s eyes got wide. “You’re kidding…”

The wolves eventually backed off, retreating into the woods. Harry calmed down, turning human and running inside to change out of his torn clothes. When he came back out of the guest room of Niall and Liz’s place, Liz glared at him.

“Please tell me you didn’t imprint on our daughter.” Liz demanded.

Harry exhaled. “I’m sorry, I can’t do that.”

“She’s a baby, Harry! Your best friend’s child!” Liz raises her voice. “What kind of twisted creature are you?”

“I can’t help it!” Harry tried. “It’s not like I’m in love with her. At least, not yet anyway.”

Niall clenched his fists by his sides. “I know you can’t control it, but my daughter?! Of all people it had to be her?”

“Trust me, I’m as surprised as you are.” Harry put his hands up in defense.

Before anyone could say more, they heard (y/n) crying from the nursery. Harry went to go see if she was okay, but Liz pushed him to the side. Harry stumbled, Liz’s vampire strength stronger than he anticipated.

“I’ve got her,” She spat, walking back to tend to her child. As Liz walked away, Niall gave Harry a judging look.

“I really am sorry, Niall. I don’t want this to affect our friendship.” Harry said remorsefully. “I wish there was something I could do to make it up to you.”

After a moment of thought, Niall spoke up. “There is something you can do, actually.”

Harry raised his eyebrows. “Name it and I’ll do it,”

“Swear to me that you will never pursue a relationship with (y/n).” Niall proposed.

Harry hesitated, but eventually obliged.“I swear,”


…

It was (y/n)’s seventh birthday, though she looked as if she was in her twenties. After spending the day with her parents, she couldn’t help but have a thought in the back of her head she couldn’t quite shake. She hadn’t seen Harry all day, and it was very unlike him to not see her at least once, let alone not say happy birthday to her or not answer her calls or texts.

“Dad, have you heard from Harry today?” (y/n) asked.

“No, I haven’t,” Niall frowned. “Maybe he’s super busy today?”

(Y/n) sighed. “He’s never been too busy for me. This isn’t like him. He hasn’t even said happy birthday.”

Liz looked at Niall in confusion.

“This is very unlike him,” She whispered. “Do you know something you’re not telling me?”

Niall looked away, making himself busy as if not to show Liz the guilty look on his face. “No, love, I have no idea what’s going on with him.”

Liz rolled her eyes, knowing Niall’s usual tricks. He could never lie to her face.“Do you want to break your daughter’s heart and ruin her birthday?” Liz questioned.

“Of course not,” Niall said defensively.

“Then fix this,” Liz insisted, before walking away.

“I’m going into the woods to look for him,” (y/n) said, determined.

Niall looked at her in shock. “Are you crazy? You’re not going alone, you have no idea who could be out there.”

“I can handle myself, Dad.” (y/n) stood up. “I am part vampire, after all.”And with that she walked out.

Niall sighed, getting his phone and calling Harry. On the third try, he finally answered, and Niall told him of his daughter’s plans. Harry reluctantly agreed to go find her, and their conversation ended there.


(Y/n) ran to where she and Harry usually met to hunt, looking around to see if she could tell if he had been there recently. But when the hairs on the back of her neck stood up, she knew he wasn’t far. When he walked up to her, she hit his arm.

“Ow!” He yelled, holding his bicep. “What was that for?”

“For ignoring me all day!” (y/n) said. “If you were busy, the least you could’ve done was called. But you’ve never been too busy for me, so why has that changed all of a sudden?”

Harry looked around, avoiding her gaze. “I’m sorry, love, I–”

“Don’t call me that,” She spat. “If you loved me, or cared at all, you would’ve have shown it by now.”

“Is it too late to say happy birthday?” He tried, a goofy grin on his face.

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, it is.”

His smile fell, and he sighed. “Look, (y/n), there’s certain things I can’t tell you. Like why I haven’t spoken to you all day, or why I’m distancing myself. I wish I could tell you, but I just can’t.”

She laughed sadly. “Wow, you really don’t care.”

“I do so,” He looked at her.

“Then prove it!” She raised her voice. “Tell me what I did that made you not want to be around me anymore. Because I’ve been wracking my brain all day trying to figure it out.”

“(Y/n), it’s not like that–”

“Oh don’t try that bullshit on me,” She interrupted. “You know, I thought things were different. But I guess not…”

“They are!” Harry continued. “If I could tell you, would. I promise.”

“I don’t think you realize how much I care, or how much you mean to me.” She accused. “I’ve been in love with you my entire life. And I know how crazy that sounds, but I’ve always thought that when i got older you felt the same. But I guess I was wrong.”

She went to walk away, but Harry grabbed her wrist. She turned to face him, tears rolling down her face.

“I’m in love with you too, (y/n).” Harry admitted.

“Then why did you leave me without any kind of explanation?” She questioned.

He exhaled, leaning his forehead onto hers. “When you were little, your father and I had an agreement. The only way we could stay friends and I could stay by your side and protect you was if I swore to him I would never be in a relationship with you. So, in order to keep my word, I distanced myself from you. I had to leave you, I couldn’t hide my feelings any longer and he was starting to notice. I’m so sorry, love.”

(Y/n) grabbed Harry’s face and brought their lips together, kissing him like she had always wished she could. He kissed back, happy that his feelings were finally known and that she felt the same. He didn’t care about how pissed Niall and Liz would be. His only care in the world was that he and (y/n) were together, and we wasn’t going to let anyone tear them apart for as long as he lived.


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I Miss 5 Seconds of Summer???

A few days after 5 Seconds of Summer held their concert in the Philippines last 2016, I wrote a blog post with this exact same title then went on to elaborate that I missed the version of them that I fell in love with. I’ve unarchived it so anyone who bothers to read this has a salient starting point, but be warned: I seriously can’t make it through the entire thing without suffering from a chronic cringe attack—who ever told 16-year-old me that she could write?!

—

I have listened to 5SOS’ entire discography almost exclusively today. But my Spotify followers wouldn’t know. In an expert attempt to evade their judgment, I go on Private Mode so I can cry to their music in peace. I’ve also been watching a couple of their videos too. My favorite is this live performance of Ghost of You where Calum Hood does some immaculate vocal blending at the 1:26 mark. I have my watch history paused though so I don’t get bombarded with more recommendations and end up spiraling further down the hole.

It’s funny how I think that removing every trace of related activity on my corner of the Internet could also erase it from my own memory, render it as a mere figment of my imagination instead of a clear manifestation that I’m starting to like them again. And it might seem even funnier that I am convinced that people care! But then again, I did unstan them pretty publicly a few years back following a misogynistic interview they did for an issue of Rolling Stone, which also featured all four of them almost fully nude on the cover.

To this day, I continue to dissect the piece with one part of me thinking that I might have overreacted, having seen and read it for the first time when I was 14 and much more of a prude, and the other knowing that I did not. In one paragraph, Luke Hemmings admits that during the early years of the band, they took advantage of the amount of female attention they were at the center of. “They were wildest on their early tours, when they’d go to bars to mingle with fans after shows,” it read.

In another, Hood talks quite nonchalantly about his infamous dick pic that made its rounds on the Internet the year before, and how it surprisingly gave the band a lot of publicity. “Now I’m just working on the sex tape,” he jokes. “I’ll call Pamela up, like, ‘Hey, it’s been a while. We really need to hype this band up!’”

Having risen to fame as the opening act of the clean-cut British-Irish group One Direction, 5SOS was immediately touted as a boyband—next in line to 1D’s throne, or competing with them for the crown, depends on which magazine you read. Though this exposure granted them a huge teenage fanbase (myself included), they hated the label that came with it. They constantly asserted that they played their own instruments and wrote their own songs, and behaved in a way that well-curated, expertly marketed groups would not: carefree, loud, playfully and forgivably naughty. No one would believe them though. People would say it’s the curse of being conventionally attractive in the music industry. You were almost always expected to be a popstar, a commodity that catered to the masses. But they tried anyway: maybe a lip ring and a couple of tattoos would do the trick, sprinkle some curse words here and there in interviews, get caught smoking or drinking.

That interview was their final act: their big-time effort to break away and hopefully land a spot amongst the rock bands they looked up to and wanted so desperately to impress. Even if it meant objectifying, mocking, and taking advantage of the girls who propelled them to stardom in the first place. Simply put, that interview was them desperately trying to get rid of fans like me. And so, I obliged.

—

Now that I’ve been staying at home for almost three months straight, I have revisited a lot of old favorites: poorly written fan fiction I used to eat up in my early teenage years, full seasons of Nickelodeon TV shows (only the good ones) downloaded off sketchy places on the Internet, my childhood journals filled with my loopy handwriting and family of stick figures. I know I’m not alone in this pursuit: it seems like we’re all holding on to remnants of our past to remind us that we have experienced better days, and they will surely come again soon.

I felt like it was inevitable I’d return to 5SOS because they had released their fourth full-length album during the first few weeks of the quarantine. Everywhere on social media, I was reminded that one single was out, and then another, and then another and I figured that it wouldn’t hurt to give it a try. After all, I did give Youngblood, their third record, a spin when it first came out as well. I thought their attempts at experimentation bordered on pretentiousness, and figured that if this was the musical direction they wanted to take, I’d surely hate every succeeding record as well.

But the problem was I really liked it. Although it wasn’t a no-skip album, each track was different from the rest, all showing a level of inventiveness and mastery of musical technique not present in previous releases. After playing the entire thing again and again, even the songs I didn’t vibe with at first started to grow on me. Turns out the beauty of Easier and Teeth is in the details: the thrumming bass at the beginning, the unconventional vocal inflections, best appreciated in an enclosed area with the volume on high. My amazement at how their musical style had progressed over the years led to me listening to all of their albums in chronological order, then rewatching some of their funniest interviews which were alarmingly easy to retrieve from memory.

During these times, I’ve wondered why I still remain curious about what they’re doing, why I still give their music a shot when I see it on my Release Radar. They never apologized for the article and I assume that they talk about things of that sort even more now that they’re older.

And I guess the answer is simple. Besides the fact that the music is honest to God amazing, they kind of made me who I am. Having found them during the height of my teen angst phase, I reveled in having idols who were open about rebelling against the system and forging our own paths despite being looked down on by those older than us. It was through them that I was introduced to bands that further diversified my taste in music, that I started experimenting with a more introspective type of writing that led to the style I employ to this day. I made so many good friends because of them, some of which are still in my life today. Looking back, I wouldn’t consider it the best version of myself but she was different. More importantly, she was really happy.

—

I am well-versed in the discourse surrounding problematic faves, and I know that if I ever find myself in such a situation, I have two options: either go down the productive, politically correct road and steer clear from them, or continue to consume their work but with the knowledge that what they did was inexcusable. I teeter between boycotting their music altogether—because even Spotify streams can be translated into revenue and there’s nothing that powers oppressors like financial stability and fame—and choosing to separate the art from the artist so I can appreciate good work without the reputation of its creator clouding my judgment.

I guess at this point, I probably am looking at them with rose-tinted glasses. I heard that some victims of even the most abusive and toxic relationships look back at their time with their former significant others with fondness. Though what I had with Calum, Ashton, Luke, and Michael was nowhere near romantic, and their transgressions far from a personal attack, maybe it applies to my situation too. I look at 5SOS now through the lens of the 14-year-old who embedded watching Keeks into her daily routine, or fell asleep listening to Heartbreak Girl on repeat and rejoiced when it hit 1,000 plays on her iTunes. They are no longer that band, and I am no longer that girl. And while it doesn’t hurt to remember the times when we were those people, I must remind myself that things can never go back to the way they were.

Maybe this doesn’t have to be as dramatic as I’m making it. But that’s the good thing about keeping this blog despite getting published on other corners of the Internet—I can make it as dramatic as I want to be.

[evenifyoudontfic]

Even If You Don’t: Chapter 14

Previous Chapter

Mari’s POV

“Mari,” I heard someone sing, “Time to wake up.” I let out a soft whine, turning myself so my back was facing whoever it was – I just woke up from my nap; I can’t tell. They chuckled under their breath before pulling the curtain of my bunk open further. “C’mon, princess,” they said, letting me know it was Calum, “You’re needed for soundcheck.”

“Tell Ash to do it,” I replied, my voice muffled by my pillow. He laughed a little louder that time.

“I think that defeats the whole purpose, baby girl – you and Ash are completely different drummers.”

“I’m better though, right?” I asked, finally turning to lay on my back so I could look at him.

“Of course you are,” Calum smiled, leaning over to press a kiss to my cheekbone, “Now, come on. If you get up now, I’ll carry you to the stage.”

“You really know how to win a girl’s heart, Hood,” I rolled my eyes but got up anyway.

“Got you out of bed, didn’t it?” he smirked.

Calum turned away from me, allowing me to hop onto his back. I wrapped my arms around his neck – careful not to choke him – and laid my head on his shoulder. I reached down when he got to the door, opening it so he could get off the bus and then pushing it closed when he was on the pavement, as well as opening the venue door when he got there. As he was walking through the hallway, I was breathing in and out deeply, apparently worrying Calum.

“Are you okay?” he asked me, his hand squeezing my thigh gently. I didn’t directly answer the question – I just pressed a kiss to the skin where his shoulder met his neck.

“You smell good,” I murmured, hearing him smile.

“I smell the way I always do, princess,” he reminded me.

“Doesn’t mean you don’t smell good,” I sassed, kissing him again. He didn’t respond that time, but I did hear him chuckle softly as we entered the room where the stage was.

~

Later that night

We had just finished our third song and went into the talking bit. This was the second time we had a crowd of well over 10,000 people and we were absolutely ecstatic. Being on the tour for a few months before we hit the United States, a lot more people were now fans of our band and could actually sing every word of our songs with us – and we loved hearing our lyrics screamed back at us.

“You all sound amazing, by the way!” Kenzie chirped, making the crowd cheer.

“Yeah! We’re so relieved as well!” Vanessa nodded, “I think every other country’s perception of America is that they’re lazy.”

“I think that’s just because our American is,” Kaylynn snickered.

“I’m putting in my resignation – effective immediately,” I stated as everyone laughed along, “I don’t wanna be in this band anymore. If anyone in the crowd is a drummer and you feel like putting up with daily verbal abuse, find one of them-” I motioned to the three girls in front of me. “-after the show because I quit.”

“You can’t quit until after this song, Mar,” Kenzie giggled.

“Yeah, you’ve been waiting to do this one since we started this tour,” Vanessa chimed in.

“You guys didn’t even let me pick my solo! The song is about an American girl, I’m an American girl... I think I should have gotten to pick my solo,” I said, making the crowd scream as they now knew what song we were doing for we 5SOS cover.

“We gave you your favorite solo anyway!” Kenzie defended.

“You can quit after this song,” Kaylynn repeated Kenzie’s previous statement with a grin, “We’ll do the rest of the show acoustic and then find a new drummer.”

“You’re gonna find a new drummer before tomorrow night’s show?” I couldn’t keep myself from smiling anymore.

“Or Ashton can fill in until we find one.”

“Hey, Ash!” I called, looking over at where the boys were standing, “You wanna do that?!”

“No, thank you!” he shouted back since he wasn’t in my line of view, giggling lightly, “I’m good!”

“See?” I grinned cockily, “He doesn’t want to do it.”

“Fine – we’ll stop making fun of you then,” Kaylynn shook her head.

“No, you won’t,” I rolled my eyes, beginning to tap the pedal under my foot to start the song.

“We love you, Mar,” Vanessa sang as she and the other girls started playing as well.

“We wanna hear you guys, okay? As loud as you can!” Kenzie addressed the crowd, “We know you know this one!”

[Kenzie]

I love that accent you have when you say hello You relocated from New York a month ago That minivan that you drive really gets me going And if it feels like it's right, then it can't be wrong

[Vanessa]

No one understands the chemistry we have And it came out of nowhere

[Kenzie, Kaylynn]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Vanessa]

It's not like we planned this, it's getting out of hand And now we're gonna go there

[Kenzie, Kaylynn]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Kenzie, Vanessa, Kaylynn]

Walk my way, Mrs All American Say my name, no need to pretend Don't be shy, Mrs All American I'll show you why you're not gonna walk away

[Vanessa]

Yeah

[Mari]

Not just a neighbor, oh hey there, I'll ring your bell Open your door, pucker up, and I'll kiss you well My lips are sealed, there's nobody that I would tell Your secret's mine, close your eyes, and I'll make you melt

[Vanessa]

No one understands the chemistry we have And it came out of nowhere

[Kenzie, Kaylynn]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Vanessa]

It's not like we planned this, it's getting out of hand And now we're gonna go there

[Kenzie, Kaylynn]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Kenzie, Vanessa, Kaylynn]

Walk my way, Mrs All American Say my name, no need to pretend Don't be shy, Mrs All American I'll show you why you're not gonna walk away

[Vanessa]

Oh, yeah

[Kenzie, Vanessa, Kaylynn]

Na na na na na na na na

[Mari]

You know what she like

[Kenzie, Vanessa, Kaylynn]

Na na na na na na na na

[Mari]

You know what she like

[Kenzie, Vanessa, Kaylynn]

Na na na na na na na na

[Mari]

Naaaa, you know what she like

[Kenzie, Vanessa, Kaylynn]

Na na na na na na na

Walk my way, Mrs All American Say my name, no need to pretend Don't be shy, Mrs All American I'll show you why you're not gonna walk away

[Mari]

Walk my way

[Vanessa]

Oh, yeah

[Mari]

Say my name

[Kaylynn]

You're not gonna walk away

[Mari]

Don't be shy I'll show you why

[All]

You're not gonna walk away

Song used: “Mrs All American” by 5 Seconds of Summer

i wish i knew how to end chapters just as much as u wish i did

i’m updating today bc i didn’t want to wait until tuesday this time lmao

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[foreverfangirl2011]

Surprise Chapter!

Hey Lovelies! So this is chapter 1 of the James Imagine I posted a prologue to a while back. It kind of just came to me so quickly wrote it down. Now quick disclaimer, no this chapter isn't NSFW, but I need to clarify this so Brad girls don't attack me. I love Brad and this doesn't mean I think of him this way at all. I just kind of needed a meme we to be the dickish guy and it just so happened to be Brad. But it's all fiction so this isn't my opinion of him or anything. Anyway, that's all I have to da for now. So happy reading and don't forget I really do want to hear your voice, so send me your ideas and requests and I'll see what I can do! Ttyl. Love, - M Chapter 1: He's Back Saturday Morning Yesterday afternoon was a complete disaster! Let me fill you in. We practice Weekday afternoons and through the weekends. Yesterday, Friday, Erin and I were going through the lift sequence for the thousandth time! He kept freaking out at the last second before the lift and backing out of it. I reassured him that he'd be fine, even flirted a touch, admiring his large biceps (not even close to James' btw). And when he finally went for it he drops me! We collapsed on to each other, thankfully I was fine. I landed on him. Crashed to floor and crushed his arm! Now normally a dancer can dance through injuries, a sprained wrist, hairline fractures, things like that. But that cracking sound when we hit the floor horrified me. If his arm was broken there's no way he'd be able to do the lift... he was supposed to go to the doctor and let me know first thing in the morning. I'm on pins and needles waiting for him to walk to the door wearing a sling. I get to the dance studio and head straight to he dressing rooms to get changed. My outfit is nothing special, just lavender sports bra, black dance shorts and dance shoes. Since we're just there for a private rehearsal and not a class I don't have to bother with a leotard or anything. I do however, still choose to wear my hair in a high dancers bun, rather than a chill pony, just because it will stay out of my way that way. I decide to stretch while I wait for Erin, having reached our rehearsal room and found it still empty. Since we have the room booked for a private I don't expect anyone but Erin to come in. I'm so into the dance and caught up in the music that I don't even hear the boys come in. "Woah mate! That's her, she's-" Brad starts "I know... she looks so different now..." James stutters "Yeah because she's got a rack now!" Tristan pipes in "SHUT IT MORON!" James suddenly screams startling me. "Oh my god you pervs how long have you been watching me! This is a private rehearsal how did you even get in here!" I yell turning around and spotting them gaping at me. Then I spot James and my expression softens. "Oh James Hi... I didn't recognize your friends..." "Don't worry about it, your right we shouldn't have snuck in here like that... I missed you so much Pepper!" He says coming up to me and engulfing me in a bear hug. "I missed you more Salt!" I say hugging him back, a little surprised he remembered those names. "Um... salt and pepper? Are we missing something?" Connor asks "Oh um salt and pepper were our characters that we played in the first dance we won together." I say shyly "Yeah, remember "salt and pepper..."" ""Better together!"" I finish as we both burst into laughter. "I can't believe you still remember that James..." "Are you kidding I could never forget our first win together..." "Really..." I reply, surprised at how genuine he's being. "Yeah... yeah I mean it's kind of hard to forget ketchup and mustard crying after they got disqualified for stealing our routine and song!" He says catching sight of the weird look Brads giving him. And suddenly he's back to his new insensitive self again... "Oh so your first win was a win by default?" Brad asks arrogantly. "It was not asshole! They were one team that got disqualified! We still competed against the other teams and we won because we did the routine the best and we had the best charisma and connection on stage!" "Yeah because it's really hard to forge a connection between salt and pepper!" "What the hell is your problem! Do you actually find joy in tearing down other people's accomplishments?" "Now is it really an accomplishment if you won by default?" "I can't believe you! James are you going to just stand there and let him talk like this!" "Well to be fair they were really our only competition..." "Because they were us you numbskull! They did our routine! You know what two can play at this game! You think your so great Brad, we'll wake the hell up! The Vamps will never be as great as One Direction or even 5SOS, face it you'll always be third, where you belong!" I scream at the top of my lungs. "Listen Bitch-" Brad starts "Bitch! How dare you call me a bitch you started this you bastard!" I lung at him ready to attack and someone grabs me from the waist pulling me away. "Y/N calm down! Don't listen to this dick!" He says trying to keep me off Brad. "Who are you calling a dick James!" Brad yells "You crossed the line man! She was right, you had no right to come in here and berate and belittle her- I mean our hard work and then you call her a bitch! I can't stand here and let you speak to someone I care about that way!" "Get off of me James!" I scream wreathing and trying to break free but his hold is so strong. Finally I had no other option but to bite his hand. "Aaah Dammit you bite me!" He screams letting me go and stepping back. "I had no choice you weren't letting me go! I swear why did you even come here! And why did u bring this-" I'm cut of by my phone ringing, I rush to it and see that it's Erin. "Hold on" I say answering it and then abruptly putting it on hold. "I have to take this it's important, you douchebags better be gone when I get back!" I yell going to the dressing room to take the call. James' POV I watch her leave, each step she takes further away from me hurts more and more. She was right, it was a huge mistake bringing them here, at least Brad anyway. I should have come on my own, I'll never get her back now. "Dude are you ok..." Brad says approaching me slowly. "I'm fine Brad. Just fine. No thanks to you..." "What is that supposed to mean? Dude I was just joking around she really needs to lighten up." "No Brad you need to smarten up. Do you even hear yourself?" "He's right man you didn't sound like you were joking around, you sounded like you were purposely trying to get a rise out of her..." Connor says meekly stepping forward. "Who asked you Connor!" Brad snaps at him "Brad don't snap at him, he's right! Look I don't know why you resent her so much but you had no right to attack her like that!" "Okay look maybe I went a little too far but I just don't want you to go through what I did with Evie... you know what I mean we were so close and then when I started really getting into the music I had less time for her and she couldn't handle it. It broke us... I just don't want to see that happen here..." "Well you have a funny way of showing it because it seems like your trying to drive us apart! Look do you wanna know why she reacted like that? Because that competition isn't just important because it was our first win, it important because it was the last competition that her dad came to before he died. He had bone cancer, he insisted on his nurse bringing him to the competition, wheelchair, oxygen tank, and everything. He died a few weeks after the competition... "James... I'm sorry I didn't know..." "Of course you didn't, she made me promise not to tell anyone. She doesn't want the pity, she doesn't want people to treat her like she's broken. She's not, if anything she grew from it, it made her stronger..." "I get it now, I'll apologize to her." "No you won't! You stay the hell away from her you'll only make it worse! She'll kill me if she finds out I told you! Let me talk to her first!" I say spinning on him. "Fine, we'll go back to the hotel and give you guys some space..." "Good luck man..." Tristan says patting me on the shoulder as he walks out. "It'll all work out man, don't worry." Connor adds as he leaves. I really hope so... Now, what to do... what to say... Y/N's POV I charge into the dressing room all fuelled up by Brad and take the phone off hold. "Hello Erin?" "Yeah... is everything okay... you sounded a little tense back there..." "Ugh yeah everything is fine, how are you?" "Not good to be honest..." "Oh god no... don't tell me..." "It's broken Y/N. I'm so so sorry, but I'm not going to be able to compete next weekend... think you can find another partner?" "With only a week for them to learn the routine? I don't think so... I mean there are very few people who are capable of that and even fewer who are going to be available this short notice..." "I'm really sorry, I wish there was something I could do, I wish I could still do it..." "Don't worry about it, you just rest and get better soon ok? I'll figure something out..." "Ok, let me know how it goes." "Will do, bye Erin." "Bye." I hang up and loose all my resolve. I break down in tears, hopeless. I'm going to have to drop out, how am I ever going to find someone this late? Suddenly the image of my dying father pops into my head... "Promise me when I'm gone you'll keep dancing Pepper... promise me you won't stop...." "I promise Daddy... I promise!" One of our last conversations... I start crying uncontrollably. So loud I don't hear James come into the dressing room. "Oh Y/N please don't cry over that stupid prick Brad! He's really not worth it!" He says rushing over to me and holding me close. I hold him and cry for a while before finally speaking. "It's not because of him James..." "Then what?" "My clumsy partner broke his arm when he dropped me yesterday-" "He dropped you!" "It's ok I'm fine, but he definitely can't do a lift with a broken arm... so I'll have to forfeit..." "No you won't." "What are you talking about? You know there's no way I can find someone this late in the game, not someone who I trust and who can learn the choreography in a week." "You won't have to look far... I'll do it." "C'mon James, be rational. You haven't danced in years, are you sure you can learn a whole new dance in a week?" "What's this? Is pepper doubting salt?" "I'm serious!" I say playfully smacking him in the stomach. "I am too. You know you trust me, and I trust you. When we dance together we're unstoppable. I know you can teach me this dance." "Your not wrong..." "Then please let me do this... it would mean a lot..." There are those genuine eyes again... "But what about the boys? Won't they tease you?" "Screw them, this is about us. Me and you. So what do you say?" "Ok, yes. Yes your my new partner!" "Woohoo salt and pepper together again!" He screams. We both burst out laughing... Maybe I hadn't completely lost James... this day is turning out to be much better than I'd anticipated.