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Wrap Around My Dreams
See here’s the thing- when your best friend is an incubus, it’s sort of a foregone conclusion that you’ll probably develop a teenie weenie crush on them. At least, that’s what Mikey tells herself. And if your incubus best friend brings home a beautiful werewolf boyfriend, it’s only natural that you’ll want him as well. Probably.
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Mikey keeps walking in on her roommate and his boyfriend in increasingly compromising positions, and it's giving her a complex.
A Feeling That I Can’t Fight
@mashlumtrash and @lilacpages
Michael Clifford/Ashton Irwin/Calum Hood
Michael and Ashton have an unmistakable allure to them and a routine that dates back centuries. Calum’s just a simple bartender who’s heard a few things about vampires.
Or, Calum lets a stranger with a boyfriend buy him drinks, and eventually all three of them get more than they bargained for.
Chapter One (2.4k) Chapter Two (5.7k)
A teensy bit late but we tried our best considering this wasn’t meant to be a Halloween fic in the first place. But with that being said, Happy Halloween from the both of us !!
⭐️I hate this town. It’s so washed up. And all my friends don’t give a fuck.⭐️
recognise this cutie?? it’s @clingyluke
aka the writer of inconsolable, flowers in your hair, the dream you wish will come true, who am i when i don’t know myself? etc... aka prettyluke on ao3
she accidentally DELETED HER ACCOUNT
pls be a good person and go follow this lame ass californian i swear she’s funny sometimes (jk she’s amazing)
and pls reblog!! i don’t have enough followers to help her so!!!!
Say A Prayer For The Broken Bones
Michael Clifford/Ashton Irwin, 16.8k
There were absolutely no reminders of the man he once loved in his house at all anymore, except for the locket and and a few pictures. They had been stashed into a box and shoved into the very back of his bedroom closet, never to see the light of day again.
That was why no one was allowed to touch the box.
Because it held the only remaining evidence of Michael’s dead husband.
And because Michael hadn’t been able to acknowledge any of it for the past six years.
(AO3)
After 84 years, the sequel to I Got Soul, But I’m Not A Soldier is finally here !! Thank you to @littleredhoodedstiles, @dafeedil and especially @dancetilyouredead !! I can’t even begin to describe my feelings towards this fic, so I’m just gonna let it speak for itself.
Meet Mortimer P. Jones!
/Girl, you got me trippin’ on sunshine, God knows you just made my day/
Went to the natural history and science museum today.
