Luke hearing that he’s qualified for the 2016 olympics in Rio would be his favorite day. He’s anxiously wait for you to get home. When you opened the door he’d be bouncing on his heels and have a grin that could be seen from space.
Of course he’s ask first how your day was and because you could see he had good news you’d answer quickly and ask him what was up.
“Well the Olympic swimming team just announced its newest addition, and he happens to be your favorite tall blond boy”
“Luke!” you’d lightly punch him in the chest and then wrap your arms around his neck. “I’m so proud of you, you’ve worked so hard for this.”
“And obviously you’re excited to come to Rio with me.”
when you vacation with Ashton he'd always be the type of boyfriend to take pictures of you. lots of pictures. whether you were looking at the camera or the sights he would find more and more gorgeous each passing moment. and when you got all the pictures downloaded onto the computer you would see all the sly pictures Ashton had taken of you. with confronted with the question of why Ashton would tell you that the pictures of landscapes were made more beautiful with you in them.
Prompt: I’m lost and I just want to leave this stupid party so I’m looking for my friend Marco who brought me here and YOU’RE THAT ASSHAT WHO KEEPS SHOUTING “POLO” WHENEVER I CALL FOR HIM
Character: Ashton
Word Count: 745
Coming to the party was a bad idea. You always were the type to turn into the “mom friend” to make sure everyone got somewhere safe to sleep. The problem was that the only person you knew at this god forsaken rager was Marco. Marco had promised that it was gonna be the best night and you’d know everyone since you all went to the same college. But you could swear you’d never seen any of these people in your life.
With the bass of the music the only thing you could hear you tried to yell out “Marco”. You heard a light “Polo” from the other side of the room. Knowing Marco was probably drunk off his ass you assumed it was him. Trying to nudge yourself past all the drunken gyrating bodies you’d already lost were you were going.
“Marco!” you yelled hoping that he could hear you. The answering “Polo” came from somewhere behind you. As in, the direction you’d just came from. Because Marco seemed like the drunken type of asshole to do just that.
Turning in the direction of the call you headed towards the table of alcohol by the far wall. As you approached it you could actually see that it wasn’t a table at all but a door, taken off the hinges held up by an empty laundry basket and a junky TV stand. There was a few people by the “table” there was the average college guy that was playing a guitar that couldn’t be heard over the rumbling bass. And there was a girl with stark black pin straight hair making out with a guy who looked way to old to still be in college.
“What the fuck Marco?” You grumble to yourself.
“Do i still say polo back to that?” You turn your head to the young man who had just spoke. he had medium length brown hair held down with a black bandana and was currently just chugging vodka from the bottle.
“What was that?” you try to calmly but forcibly ask your question cringing before the guy even opens his mouth.
“Wasn’t that the game? You say Marco I say Polo.”
“That was you. No this is not a game I’m trying to find my friend Marco so I can go HOME.” your sentence gets louder towards the end to enunciate your frustration.
“Marco..” the young man has set the bottle of vodka down in turn to put his hand on his chin in a thinking sort of jester. “Wait do you mean Michael?”
“You know who Marco is? Do you know where he is?” You are talking fast as the guys head nods in affirmation though out your questions.
“Yeah, he’s the guy outside convincing everyone that he can swallow fire.”
You’re eyes enlarge as he explains how he knows of Marco. This was bad. Very bad. Marco had only looked up videos the other night on youtube on swallowing fire and added it to his bucket list. But he’d never actually tried it yet.
You worriedly stare at the stranger next to you and grab his shirt and pull him towards the sliding glass door that led to the large expanse of lawn. “You’re helping me get out of this mess.” you say as you tug him behind you.
“But you don’t even know my name.” he mumbles as he comes to a halt beside you on the lawn. You spot Marco a little bit to the right of you and call out. He stops talking mid sentence and excuses himself from the group of people hes in.
“Hey whats up Bug?” His nickname for you seems to cause you to ease the tension in your shoulders a bit.
“Michael Gordon Clifford, what are you doing out here?” you put your hands on your hips, the traces of alcohol in your system dissipate as you become mother hen.
“Just came outside so some friends could smoke whats up?” he seems to finally notice the guy standing next to you and does they exchange the normal guy head nod fist bump exchange that guys do.
“Hey let me say good bye to my friends then we go, ya?” Marco clears his plan with you and after a consensual nod he turns toward the group smoking next to an ashtray.
The stranger standing next to you turns his body towards you and stands up a little straighter, “My names Ashton by the way.”
Prompt: I’m lost and I just want to leave this stupid party so I’m looking for my friend Marco who brought me here and YOU’RE THAT ASSHAT WHO KEEPS SHOUTING “POLO” WHENEVER I CALL FOR HIM
Character: Ashton
Word Count: 745
Coming to the party was a bad idea. You always were the type to turn into the “mom friend” to make sure everyone got somewhere safe to sleep. The problem was that the only person you knew at this god forsaken rager was Marco. Marco had promised that it was gonna be the best night and you’d know everyone since you all went to the same college. But you could swear you’d never seen any of these people in your life.
With the bass of the music the only thing you could hear you tried to yell out “Marco”. You heard a light “Polo” from the other side of the room. Knowing Marco was probably drunk off his ass you assumed it was him. Trying to nudge yourself past all the drunken gyrating bodies you’d already lost were you were going.
“Marco!” you yelled hoping that he could hear you. The answering “Polo” came from somewhere behind you. As in, the direction you’d just came from. Because Marco seemed like the drunken type of asshole to do just that.
Turning in the direction of the call you headed towards the table of alcohol by the far wall. As you approached it you could actually see that it wasn't a table at all but a door, taken off the hinges held up by an empty laundry basket and a junky TV stand. There was a few people by the “table” there was the average college guy that was playing a guitar that couldn't be heard over the rumbling bass. And there was a girl with stark black pin straight hair making out with a guy who looked way to old to still be in college.
“What the fuck Marco?” You grumble to yourself.
“Do i still say polo back to that?” You turn your head to the young man who had just spoke. he had medium length brown hair held down with a black bandana and was currently just chugging vodka from the bottle.
“What was that?” you try to calmly but forcibly ask your question cringing before the guy even opens his mouth.
“Wasn’t that the game? You say Marco I say Polo.”
“That was you. No this is not a game I’m trying to find my friend Marco so I can go HOME.” your sentence gets louder towards the end to enunciate your frustration.
“Marco..” the young man has set the bottle of vodka down in turn to put his hand on his chin in a thinking sort of jester. “Wait do you mean Michael?”
“You know who Marco is? Do you know where he is?” You are talking fast as the guys head nods in affirmation though out your questions.
“Yeah, he's the guy outside convincing everyone that he can swallow fire.”
You're eyes enlarge as he explains how he knows of Marco. This was bad. Very bad. Marco had only looked up videos the other night on youtube on swallowing fire and added it to his bucket list. But he’d never actually tried it yet.
You worriedly stare at the stranger next to you and grab his shirt and pull him towards the sliding glass door that led to the large expanse of lawn. “You’re helping me get out of this mess.” you say as you tug him behind you.
“But you don't even know my name.” he mumbles as he comes to a halt beside you on the lawn. You spot Marco a little bit to the right of you and call out. He stops talking mid sentence and excuses himself from the group of people hes in.
“Hey whats up Bug?” His nickname for you seems to cause you to ease the tension in your shoulders a bit.
“Michael Gordon Clifford, what are you doing out here?” you put your hands on your hips, the traces of alcohol in your system dissipate as you become mother hen.
“Just came outside so some friends could smoke whats up?” he seems to finally notice the guy standing next to you and does they exchange the normal guy head nod fist bump exchange that guys do.
“Hey let me say good bye to my friends then we go, ya?” Marco clears his plan with you and after a consensual nod he turns toward the group smoking next to an ashtray.
The stranger standing next to you turns his body towards you and stands up a little straighter, “My names Ashton by the way.”
‘Hey bastard this store is already closed oh wait you’re hot never mind please do come in’ AU
‘I’m on the verge of tears because of a rude customer and you step in and stand up for me’ AU
‘I can feel you silently judging me as you ring up my purchases I swear I’m not using these for their intended purpose’ au
‘Why does this cost TEN DOLLARS THIS IS AN OUTRAGE’ AU
Hairdresser AU
‘You’re my regular customer and I’m in love with the feel of your hair’ AU
“Rumor has it that you’re a hairdresser with magic fingers and you can fix any bad hair day so that’s why I’m here’ AU
Gift store AU
‘Why the fuck are you choosing that for a gift to your crush’ AU
‘You walk in and offer to pay me to wrap your gifts’ AU
Florist AU
‘I work as a florist and every day you walk in, buy one flower and give it to me’ AU
‘I work part-time in a flower shop and you keep asking me about what this flower means in flower language and I honestly don’t know so you end up giving me a lesson’ AU
Jewellery shop AU
'You walk in and ask for the most expensive piece are you loaded to the gills what the fuck man’ AU
‘I’m the employee and this is the first time ever I’ve met you but you buy me a necklace saying the gem compliments my eyes’ AU
Coffee Shop AU
I write a bad pick up line on your cup every time I’m your barista’ AU
'You’re the customer and you get back at me for all the times I’ve spelt your name wrong by mispronouncing my name in increasingly horrible ways’ AU
'You’re really short and cute and you buy a cup of black coffee every morning but you make weird faces as you sip it and you never finish your drink are you trying to look mature or something’ AU
'Should I be concerned about how much caffeine you’re taking in’ AU
Bakery AU
'Your love of strawberry shortcake really doesn’t match your appearance but i still think that’s really cute’ AU
'Every morning you walk in and inhale deeply then walk back out seriously just buy something already’ AU
Drug Store/Chemist AU
'You embarrassedly place your items into the counter so I call a price check just to make you feel more awkward, but it turns out one of your items were actually overpriced’ AU
Bartender AU
'You’re the bartender and you catch someone slipping something into my drink’ AU
‘I ask you to concoct something from all the ingredients on the list i gave you and it ends up tasting so horrible and wrong that i can’t stop laughing’ AU
Teacher AU
We’re both teachers and at the end of the year we compare how many gifts we’ve received from students and you’ve won for the past three years’ AU
'Romeo and Juliet of the math and english dept. in school’ AU
Writer AU
I’m a writer and when it gets close to my deadlines I neglect taking care of myself so you’ll pop in my house every so often to make sure I’m doing okay’ AU
Fast food Chain AU
‘You just ordered a smile and I look at you like you’re batshit insane before bursting out into laughter’ AU
‘You’re an employee and I have a crush on you so when you hand me the soft serve I accidentally grab it by the ice cream instead of the cone’ AU
‘We have a free refill policy for soft drink and you’ve prepared several empty bottles what the fuck’ AU
Corner Shop AU
‘I see you come in here every day to buy the same drink and one day I leave a message on the bottle’ AU
‘You run in looking really panicked and you ask for 6 gallons of milk why’ AU
Restaurant AU
‘You’re a famous critique and I’m a server and I get so nervous that I trip and spill the dish all over you’ AU
‘You’ve always been a good cook so I encouraged your start your own restaurant and seven years down the track you own one of the most successful businesses’ AU
Idol/Manger AU
‘I’m your manager and holy shit you have crazy fans’ AU
‘You’re an idol and you got the lead role in a romance drama and you practice at my expense’ AU
‘Can you please act appropriately do you know just how many of your fuck ups I’ve had to cover up last week’ AU
Firefighter AU
‘You’ve just been saved from a burning building and you’re begging to go back in to save your pet cat’ AU
“No that’s impossible how the fuck did you manage to get it to catch fire?!” AU
Sex Line Operator AU
‘I called you because I was curious and wow you have a very soothing voice can you please sing me to sleep’ AU
‘I have a very cute neighbour and very thin walls and one day I call you and err your moans are very synchronised with my neighbour’s’ AU
And Finally:
You’re a drug lord and I think I’ve just walked into your drug den’ AU
oh god this is gonna be painful,,, jealous Ashton would probably be the brooding type. he'd watch as guys hit on you and just sulk in a corner. you'd feel his intense stare on you but give it no notice because tonight was YOUR night. and you were aloud to have fun. but when you desided to leave Ashton would wrap himself around you from the back. "you're mine" he would whisper in your ear, trailing love bites down your neck and onto your shoulder. you'd play along, "prove it then"
hey sorry I haven’t posted much in a while ((due to school and responsibilities)) but does anyone want to request anything or a scenario or shoot me an ask with something??
Prompt: “We met each other on a Sunday morning, both doing our walk of shame” AU
Character: Calum Hood
Word Count: 1,170
Standing in the strange bathroom of the random from last night made you start to rethink your life decisions a little bit. The yellow-y light in the dingy dorm bathroom made you skin tone look sickly and your sex hair wasn't helping the over all image staring back from the mirror.
You pulled your fingers through your hair trying to get most of it tamed down and put your face closer to the mirror, examining your next-day make up. The fact that your make up was completely all over the place was the most prominent problem after you hair, but someone was knocking on the door having to pee.
Sighing to yourself you put on your best static expression and open the door to leave. You're greeted with a fairly attractive college student with green eyes and blonde hair thats most definitely not natural. “Whoa, you had a good time last night didn’t ya?”
Your face contorts to disdain “Yeah actually, probably better than your night which was probably spent with your hand.” Now it his turn to have a look of disdain on his face and he shoulders pasts you to the restroom. You're quick to leave and head out to the main campus, not really worried about running into anyone due to the fact that the current college you were at was not the one you were attending. Your friends sister had an older friend invited you all for a party and you had had much to much to drink and fallen into bed with someone. The fact that his name was nowhere to be found in your memory made it all the better.
Walking around campus you already found yourself quite confused and turned around. Not remembering the night before had its downfalls quite apparently. After quickly discerning that your phone had died at some point last night you found the parking lot which was just around the corner from your college’s campus.
Feeling lucky from not running into anyone, you could see your dorms were in sight which meant the prospect of a warm shower. You made it up the stairs to your floor and almost ran smack into someone. He was dressed in all black, a sublime tank top hung off his shoulders, sweeping over the very tight skinny jeans which were, in fact leading to blacked out converse. He had a black leather jacket hanging from his hands, and his brown eyes were huge making you realize you probably scared him as much as he scared you.
“Fuck, I can’t even make it down the hall without being caught.” he wishers to himself, running his hand through his mess of hair that was shaved at the sides and sweeping up the middle into what was supposed to represent a quiff.
“Caught?” you question. Your floor was all girls due to the fact the college didn’t trust anybody and this was most definitely not a resident of your particular floor.
“From what I can tell you're on a walk of shame too, mate.” You detected a slight accent, slightly americanized, meaning he’d been here a while, but not long.
“Not your mate, dude. But from what I can tell you have no where to talk.” At closer inspection you can see that his hair is more disheveled than artfully arranged.
“Look, I’m sorry. The girl I was with kicked me out and my roommate said no coming back till one and its only ten.”
You look at him with pity and feel bad only for the fact that he wouldn't have the luxury of a hot shower right off the bat.
At that minute your roommate opened your door obviously headed out somewhere. She quickly noticed you at the end of the hall and headed over. You could see that she quickly noticed your disheveled look and her eyes widened when she looked closer at the guy you were talking with. Quickly shaking your head so only she noticed, she audibly let out a sigh of relief.
“Hey rommie" she nodded her head at you then turned to the guy “Hey Calum.” your eyes widen at her and you glance between the two of them. She looks at you in confusion, “What? he knows my sister. They go to school together.” she turns back to the guy, aforementioned Calum. “what are you up to?”
“Girl kicked me out before Michael said I should come back to the room.” his story is told with vivid hand movements and man, were they nice hands. His fingers were long and slender but his palm was a good size- and what. pause. Put yourself back into the conversation.
“— can totally stay at ours. Im leaving though so you're stuck with this one.” she points to you and a pleading look on her face begs you to accept and let him stay for just a little bit.
“Uhm,” you stutter, but looking at him, an since your roommate didn’t have a problem with it Calum could stay. “why not?”
“Ahh, thank you so much.” his smile makes you acceptance worth it. His lips peeling back to reveal white teeth and his eyes crinkle making the hallway seem a little lighter for a send.
“alright, this way.” you lead him to your door, unlocking it and sit at your bed taking your shoes off and throwing them under the bed. Calum stands in the little room between beds and awkwardly swings his arms a little. “You can sit, if you want.” you politely offer. He takes you up on it sitting at your roommates desk chair and spinning it to face you.
“So, tell me about yourself.” he starts.
Ending up in the shower together was not the end goal of the particular walk of shame home. But here you were, with a guy you’d just met, taking a shower together. The tequila you’d found in your roommates desk might have helped with the decision to both take a shower together. Nothing sexual had happened yet other than the fact you were both nude, but the shower felt nice along with the alcohol burning its way through you.
You turn around to face Calum, who is bend you facing the shower head. You bump the tile wall with your elbow in the small space and cant help but laugh and he joins with a cute little giggle, the alcohol having come into effect for the both of you.
“You ok?” he asks, a little giggle following along with the words. He takes your arm and kisses the bumped elbow, looking at you with hooded eyes.
His mouth travels its way up your arm, to your collar bone where he sucks marks sure to be there later. He makes his way back down to your torso, every once in a wile catching your eyes for confirmation that what he was doing was alright.
Afterwords you realized that since you’d gotten to college that was the most action you had gotten the whole time, and it was all thanks to tequila.
Prompt: Based off the song Photograph by Ed Sheeran.
Character: Luke Hemmings
Word Count: 1029
We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Luke always hated leaving to go back on tour. Being in your hometown and waking up everyday next to you was the best feeling and he wished he could never leave your side. But h was living his dream and traveling the world. How could you let him not leave. He had gone so long just playing to the garage door and somehow made something out of it.
Luke’s flight was early morning tomorrow and absolutely nothing was planned for today except being together. Waking up first, Luke found himself pulling your hair out of his mouth, but still smiling due to the fact that you were there.
“Babe” he mumbled against the bare skin of your shoulder. “we should do something today.”
You just made unintelligible noises but you did intact wake up and glance at Luke. His hair catching the little light from the sun that was streaming in through the curtains. “Don’t move” you wiser and reach over to grab the little polaroid that you had splurged on and quickly clicked of a photo of Luke.
“What was that for?” he asks cocking his head to the side with an easy smile on his face.
“Memories” you simply reply. You move to leave the bed and are quickly engulfed by Lukes arms wrapped around your middle.
“Don’t leave the bed yet, there’s plenty of time for other things later.”
“Well I was going to invite you to a shower, but if you don’t want..” you teasingly send him an innocent smile.
The day continues with going to a cute diner for brunch and a nice easy walk through some trees. And pictures, lots of pictures.
You've come to realize that pictures are helpful when Luke leaves for long periods of time. You can scatter them around the house to be found and reminisced over. Or put on your desk at work to help you through long stressful days. But pictures were solid and nice to reminisce over.
So you can keep me
Inside the pocket
Of your ripped jeans
Holdin' me closer
Til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone
Wait for me to come home
This time when Luke left there was something of a six month gap until he even had a chance to back to you. That wasn’t even accounting for the fact that he hadn’t seen his family in even longer.
Waiting with Luke in the line at the airport at four in the morning was very gloomy. The sky seems to have opened up letting rain poor down to account for the fact that no tears had come from you this morning. You were’t quite sure if it was due to the fact that you both had had only maybe an hours sleep last night, or if your emotions were rubbed so raw that you couldn’t feel anything more.
Once Luke had his boarding pass, this was the time to say goodbye for good. Plenty were said the night before in short pants and tangled bodies trying to put their lives in order. But now was the last time for at least six moths you would see each other in person.
“I hate this part” Luke’s ruff morning voice is made gruffer by the fact that he’s trying to compose himself and not break down in the middle of an airport. His eyes look like a puppy dog begging to be pet behind the ears, and you just in compass his torso with your arms. His arms engulfing you so that you only smell him, sandalwood and soap. He slips his hands into the back pocket of you jeans, and huffs into the crown of your hair.
He pulls away all to quickly mumbling about the line at security. And at this point you're both looking at your shoes not ever sure what to do next. He swayed on his feet and plants a quick, fleeting kiss into your hair and is off to security. You stare through the bullet proof glass trying to catch a glimpse at his fleeting shape. But he's gone, and all to soon.
The next morning is always the hardest. Not the morning before or of, but the morning after. Where there is a cold space in the bed with just enough room for another human. And the sent of him never lingers long, although you try everything possible to try and retain it. You lay in bed that morning, not like the days before where you would be awoken by sweet kisses and the slight burn of Luke being persistent with not wasting time. Your mind is filled with the heated make out sessions that you’d had on your window seats, but also the quite nights where you would both just quietly read or stare at the stars and take in each others company.
But, you do have things to do today, like the laundry and grocery shopping. First feat of the day is getting dressed. And you pick up the ripped jeans that you had worn the day before to take Luke to the airport, and, sure, why not wear them. Picking them up something falls out from one of the back pockets. A polaroid. You pick it up glancing of the picture of Luke making a silly face in the forefront of the picture while you're in the background packing cereal into your mouth.
You smile at the memory of catching him take the picture and getting him back later in the week when he was asleep, mouth wide open making cute sleeping noises. On the bottom rectangle of the polaroid is written i have the matching one, and maybe we can be a little less said when we’re both happy. And what? Was Luke drunk when he wrote that caption? But all the same it made you smile at his dorkiness.
Keeping the photograph in your pocket throughout the stretching weeks made them a little more bearable.
Prompt: frustrated football player Michael
Character: Michael Clifford
Word Count: 3414
A trick play, also known as a gadget play or a gimmick play, is a play in American football that uses deception and unorthodox strategies to fool the opposing team.
A/N: I don't know much about football other than the fact i played powderpuff for 2 years in high school and that my father watches it.
Michael cussed under his breath as the opposing team once again fooled his team into pretty much giving them another touchdown. It wasn't a surprise given the fact that Michael was on a team full of idiots that didn't see the obvious plays being played outright in front of them. An emanate loss was in the close future and from thestands you could see the frustration clearly on Michaels face. He was cussing profusely under his breath and none to often yelling at other teammates to get their heads out of their asses. His eyebrows furrowed with each new addition to the opposing teams score.
With the opposing team celebrating on the field with bottles of champagne and adoring fans, Michael sulkily made his way back to the dressing rooms. He new the defeat was emanate from the beginning, but winning was always nicer than losing.
Once showered and changed he made his way out to the car where you were waiting to take him home.
"Hey babe, nice game out there," you try and make the situation not so shit, but Michael doesn't respond and instead just drops his stuff in the back of the car and sits in the passenger seat.
The quiet ride home was awkward, but you knew from experience that nothing you said could really never make him feel any better about a shit loss. He was a good sport, taking losses that were well played, but when shit calls and a score that had a big gap were on his side he was never happy.
At home you decided it best to draw yourself a bath, use one of the bath bombs Michael had given you for christmas. Getting the water the perfect temperature and finding soothing music to play kept you busy as you filled the tub.
Sinking into the tub made every muscle slowly relax and taking in the warmth of the bath and the delicious smelling bath bomb you found yourself closing your eyes and enjoying the bath after a long day in an arena.
The bathroom door opening woke you out of the dreamy state you were in. Michael taking off his lazy after game clothes and slipping into the bath behind you. Not saying anything, he wrapped his arms around your middle lightly, and nuzzled his nose into your neck.
"Sorry, i get pissy after losing." he mumbles at last.
"Mikey," you place you hand on one of his and start tracing random designs onto it. "i know you have your routines -- or whatever after games. It's fine."
"No, its not fine," his voice has gotten a little louder since his last sentence, and a little snappier. "I just, -- I'm just," he makes a frustrated noise and disentangles one of his hands to run it through his newly blue/purple hair. "I just can't get anyone to listen to me!" he finally gets out a little angrily.
"Sorry," he mumbles when he feels my reaction to his loud outburst.
"Maybe it's because you're not the coach. They're doing what they're told Michael, by their coach." you rub your cheek against his more stubbly cheek and give him a little nose kiss.
He sighs in frustration and in the end nods, knowing its for the best. He pauses then crinkling up his nose.
"Why does it smell like girl?" he asks, a questioning look on his face.
"It's one of the bath bombs you gave me, silly. It makes your skin all soft and smooth." you reply giggling at his confused face turning into understanding.
"I'm going to smell like girl for so long" his expression turns into glorified horror, and he pokes your sides, making you giggle more.
