young & stupid;

take me anywhere but here. SEMI HIATUS.

[keepingupwithzayn]

St. Louis, 27/08.

[magnetxc]

He wanted to laugh, really, but what escaped his lips more resembled a pathetic squeak. It was clear that Tristan was having a fight within himself, one that Baz couldn’t really be a part of because he was partial to the situation. Also, he really wanted to get laid, but encouraging that would also be below his morals. It came completely unexpected when the boy lowered himself back onto the couch, leaving Baz to gaze down at him with a questioning look on his face as he sat down on his shins while still looming over Tristan’s body. He frowned, knowing exactly what he would have to do in order to get him to agree, but deciding against it. It was now completely up to the blond boy, as far as Baz was concerned.

      “So? You didn’t seem to mind, so it’s not all my                          fault either. Tell me you don’t want it and I’ll go.”

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Tonight had been unpredictable and now he was debating on kicking the other out of his house, but he  didn't want Baz to go & that was the only tiny little issue stopping him from removing Baz from the house himself. Tristan didn't know what to do, what to say. The damage had already been done with one stupid kiss that was now pushing his thoughts and senses into overdrive. He refused to look at his best mate, forced himself to glare at the floor instead, a shaky sigh escaping his lips. He couldn't take himself out of this situation now, didn't even have the fucking guts to reject the dark haired male. After a few moments of silence, Tristan looked at him, finally opting to take a risk because this would stay between them.

      “I can't say I don't want it                                      because you know I do."

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      he can’t help but grin at the other’s touch, leaning away as his nose scrunches up slightly. “yeah, i could have told one,” he chuckles softly. he looks away for a moment, gaze focused on the stars soon as he speaks.”….you can try again if you desire.”

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      preston shakes his head, brows raised as he lets out a little giggle, averting his attention back to the sky. "if i try again, you'll run away." he shrugs, a loud breath slipping from his lips. "you try — please?"

[simmxrdown]

Text ✉ cocky asshole

Rose: I don't get why...

Rose: yeah, well I don't think it's a lot of fun either, you know?

Rose: Ugh.... You know I don't hate you either Noah... I don't hate you at all and I'm sorry for actually being such a stupid bitch sometimes. I'm really, really sorry. You know you really mean a lot to me and sometimes I say stupid things. Sorry...

Noah: I don't either

Noah: Definitely isn't fun, makes me upset tbh

Noah: Is this an apology I'm reading???

Noah: I'M IN SHOCK I NEED A MOMENT TO RECOVER

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✉️ Nayley

Hayley: All of it!!!!

Hayley: :( why not?

Hayley: like what? it's too early for bed rest

Noah: Bc that would take a billion years and little one would already be born by then

Noah: Idc if it's too early for bed rest

Noah: I just don't want you doing any cleaning or unnecessary things pls babe

Noah: Let me treat you like a super duper princess for once >:(

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Rooftops

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Rory looked up at the blond’s words too lost in thought to even hear him come out. Biting his lip he shook his head. “Bad night.” he rasped scratching at his throat. He gave him a soft sad smile before pulling his knees to his chest. “How was your day?” he asked softly.

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Tristan wanted to wrap the other male in a blanket and lead him away from this occupation because Rory deserved better than that disgusting job. "Looks like they tore you apart." He frowned as he sat down, crossing his legs. "Don't wanna talk about me. Let's talk about you."

[awfxlly]

all of me loves all of you // simmxrdown

[awfxlly]

    Tristan smirked at Preston’s words about him being distracted by Tristan. He loved getting compliments from the boy and hearing about Preston’s feelings towards him. It was very reassuring. “No, I’d love for you to cook for me, babe,” Tristan replied with a nod of his head. “Who knows? Maybe you’ve gotten better? Let’s hope so.” He was simply joking, but he knew that Preston was aware of that. “A kissing ban? Fine.” The guy shrugged, acting as if he didn’t care, as he didn’t really believe Preston’s self-control to be big enough to resist - at least he hoped, it wasn’t big enough. “I don’t wanna kiss you anyway.” Liar, liar, pants on fire.

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    The one thing Preston would ever stop doing was throwing compliments out to the other here and there because in complete honesty, Tristan was his life. He liked the other male knowing how he felt about him, liked the little reactions he got. "Do you really think I've gotten better? If anything, I've gotten worse." Preston chuckled, shaking his head. His lips turned down into a small frown but it disappeared as quickly as it came as he set his overnight bag down, crossing his arms against his chest. He was an overly affectionate person, but he could be quite stubborn when he put his mind to it. "Fine. You have cooties anyway."

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Text ✉ cocky asshole

Rose: you know what...?

Rose: i really fucking hate it when we fight. it's stupid. really damn stupid...

Rose: most of the time i don't even remember what we were fighting about or what started it tbh

Noah: We fight over the same thing all the god damn time

Noah: I'm sick of it

Noah: I didn't mean it tho -- I don't hate you

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      a beat passed before charlie shook his head, smiling as he chuckled and met the other’s gaze. “no i don’t.” the more he thought about it, the stupider it got and soon he couldn’t help but press his palm to his cheek and try to hide his grin. “that’s awful.”

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      preston groaned, bringing his hand up to cover his  face. he wasn't going to explain a dense joke that wasn't even worth knowing in the first place. he laughed, reaching over to poke charlie. "could have been worse, i s'pose?"

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Rooftops

Rory had a late night start to his shift that night. Having slept longer than he wanted to he was in a rush to get ready before he was meant to be at his corner in the city on time for his nightly customers as well as new ones. He more or less wanted to be home a decent hour better than last night, but still he didn’t got to bed having stayed up most of the night talking to Tristan on the roof tops. Wrapping his arms around his body he breathed in the cool air before a car stopped in front of him honking his horn three times before opening the door. Rory whimpered to himself as he slid into the all too familiar car before it sped away. Stumbling into his flat battered and more broken Rory was quick to get undress before heading to his room. He wanted a shower, but paused seeing the room next door to him on. Sighing he shook his head pulling on a pair of boxers and a large jumper before opening the window and crawling out into the brisk air. He wanted to see the blonde before he passed out, he needed it. Throwing one of the pebbles they left on the tiles at the window Rory wrapped his arms around himself as he waited for Tristan to appear in front of the window.

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The day had been a long one for Tristan and by the time he slipped through the door of his room, his eyes were heavy and his body felt senseless, hence why he was clambering into bed without any hesitation. He didn't regret staying up for the majority of the night with Rory though. He quite liked when the two were rambling about a chosen topic. There was no stopping them or the laughs their words persuaded to escape their lips. It was nice, having someone to talk to on a regular basis, and the blond wouldn't change it for the world — not even for a lifetime supply of free takeaway pizzas. Though, the one thing Tristan hated was Rory's job. He didn't like the idea of prostitution all together and he often questioned himself as to why Rory chose to show himself off to complete strangers. Tristan let out a whine of protest the second his eyes fluttered open, immediately reaching over to switch on his lamp, just in time to hear the familiar sound of the pebble hitting his window. He climbed out of bed, hair sticking in different directions before clambering out of the window with a concerned smile as soon as his eyes landed on the male across from him. "What the fuck up happened to you?"

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"Are you done with this bullshit now?"

[simmxrdown]

"I was done with this bullshit the second you started complaining."

[awfxlly]

all of me loves all of you // simmxrdown

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    Kissing his boyfriend, was definitely on the list of Tristan’s Top 10 favourite thngs today, therefore he hated it, whenever either of them pulled away. However, Preston’s words did cause that familiar smile to form on his lips. “You’re so stupid,” the guy mumbled. “I have done nothing to deserve it. Also the last time you cooked, you nearly set my kitchen on fire, remember?” The tall boy chuckled at the memory of the last time, his boyfriend had attempted to cook in his apartment. “But I mean why not? I’ve got 911 on speed dial for a reason.”

[simmxrdown]

   A small pout formed on Preston's lips but he couldn't help the loud laugh that tumbled from his mouth as he shook his head at the memory. He couldn't cook to save his life, regardless of the microwave meals and oven cooked pizzas. "I was distracted by you." He mumbled, reaching out to playfully hit the other boy's arm, lips stretching into a fond smile. "We could just get a take out or something? Wouldn't want to put you in danger or anything — oh, and you're on a kissing ban." And that, right there, was a big fat joke.

[rorygiimore]

IF WE RP YOU MUST SEND ME HEAD CANONS AND IDEAS FOR OUR CHARACTERS! GIVE ME IDEAS, BACK STORIES, FUTURE IDEAS AND AU’S. GIVE ME EVERYTHING. 

I WANT YOU TO BOTHER ME AT THREE AM. 

[zaynharry]

x

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      woo who? he thought, wondering what the other was setting up for. it sounded funny in his head but the w’s scared him. he parted his lips, focusing on his speech as he dug his nails into the palms of his hands. “———w-w-woo w-who?”

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      he nodded, the corners of his lips turning upwards into a grin. "woo who — get it?" and then he was chuckling, mainly because it was lame as hell and also because his  five year old cousin could probably conjure up something better.

[magnetxc]

It was like a punch in the gut, the look on Tristan’s face.  It was also enough to make him see that this, while it did actually happen, was absolutely the first and last time  the boy saw him as something more than just his best friend. Which was okay, because that was how Baz saw Tristan as well, but he couldn’t help but think about what could be every now and then. The pleading look in his eyes was enough to produce a sigh from the raven-haired boy, chin tipping forward until his forehead was touching Tristan’s. He allowed himself to breathe, thinking it wasn’t that ridiculous of a request, eyes staring into light blue.

He didn’t think of how his actions would effect Tristan  and his relationship, didn’t plan to move away at all until the little shove and the pleading look the boy sent him finally registered in his brain. He was desperate, eyes searching his face for any signs of approval  until he finally told himself this was wrong and pulled away just enough so that the boy could move away and escape the proximity if he pleased to do so.

"I didn’t fuck up anything. You kissed me.                                                           Nobody has to know,”

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Maybe Baz was right. Maybe nobody had to know. They  could just pretend it never happened, push it to the back of their minds and continue with their friendship. But it'd always be there for Tristan. It'd play like the scene of a  movie whenever he closed his eyes, shielding off all aspects of the real world and replacing reality with  an addicting terror in which their lips met. 'Course, the blond felt fucking awful but this wasn't just about him. This was about Baz too. He could only imagine how he felt and Tristan debated questioning him until the other was pulling away.

Tristan saw his escape route, leaned forward to stand on his own two feet but he didn't want to move. He allowed himself to settle back into the couch, his hands dropping from the other's shoulders. He wanted to wash away the unwelcomed tension with a lame joke or two, wanted  to go back to the way things were before he'd gotten a taste of what they could be — what they could be. And it really shouldn't intrigue Tristan but it does.

"You initiated it so don't blame the                                             entire thing on me.”

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✉️ Nayley

Hayley: ;)

Hayley: please?????

Hayley: all the food.

Hayley: and if there's anything I can do for you lemme know?

Noah: All the food??

Noah: Don't think I can make that happen princess :(

Noah: You don't have to do anything, just sit back and relax for the next couple of months bc you're carrying our child and I don't want you doing anything unnecessary okay?? okay