Here is the collection of everything I’ve written.
This gets updated every single time I post.
Enjoy and Happy Reading!! 🥰🥰
** indicates sensitive subjects - Please read with caution.
++ indicates smut - Please read if you are 18 or older.
Pedro:
The Interview
Din Djarin:
Surviving Together - Part 1
CALUM:
LA Devotee - Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX | Part X | Part XI | Part XII | Part XIII | Part XIV | Part XV | Part XVI | Part XVII | Part XVIII | Part XIX | Part XX | Part XXI (WIP)
Sunshine (bestfriend!Calum) - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
Wake up, Sunshine - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Ghost of You (blurb)
Valentine’s Day (blurb)
Neighbor!Calum (requested)
Sweetheart (blurb)
Two A.M. (requested)
Candy Challenge (requested)
**Just a bump in the road (blurb)
Running Away (requested blurb)
Birthday (requested blurb)
Father’s Day (requested blurb)
The Hood Family Adventures (all dad!cal requests)
Love is electrifying (oneshot)
Practice Makes Perfect (oneshot)
++Only You (oneshot)
++Please Stay (oneshot)
You Deserve More (oneshot) (Part 2) (Part 3)
LUKE:
Lie To Me (blurb)
Tequila (blurb)
Holding Hands (blurb)
Saturdays (blurb)
Chasing Storms (blurb)
New Love (blurb)
MICHAEL:
Bestfriend!Michael (requested)
Stitches (blurb)
ASHTON:
Frat!Ashton (requested)
The Girl Next Door (blurb)
Trouble Is (blurb)
**I’m Right Here (blurb)
Requests are literally always open
Ko-Fi
I’ve written for a hundred years, so here’s a link to my older stuff ☺️
request: “can you do a mikey smut where you guys are best friends and dating and stuff but you guys get into a fight and mikey makes it up to you?” -anon
a/n: so i had a horrible writer’s block for a few days, and this is a result of that. i still like this because i loved the idea so thank you for sending in the request :-) hope you guys like it too.
The sight before you was one that surely looked rather pathetic. Candles were lit, the lights were dimmed, dinner was cooked to perfection, the table was set articulately, and your apartment was empty for the night. All that you planned had turned out smoothly. However, there was one thing missing.
Michael, your boyfriend.
It was your anniversary. A big one, too, and he was nowhere to be found. He wouldn’t answer your calls and he was supposed to arrive home almost forty five minutes ago. You were both worried and furious, which was a deadly combination that Michael would undoubtedly receive the brunt of if he were to cross your path before you calmed down.
So there you were, sat at the dinner table, finishing up your own meal as Michael’s dish sat cold across from you. You were wallowing in your own misery, feeling sorry for yourself that you were abandoned by your own boyfriend on your anniversary. You had already consumed two glasses of wine and muted the slow music you had playing. All that was left to do was blow out the candles and head to bed.
But as you were rising to your feet and picking up your empty plate, the sound of the front door being pushed open was heard, followed by the heavy sound of Michael’s boots on the hardwood flooring. “Babe?” He called out.
You only rolled your eyes and kept your mouth shut tight.
He was approaching the dining room as you started to clear the table, blowing out a candle in one short breath as you passed by it on your way to the kitchen. You huffed dramatically as you placed your dish in the sink, running the water over it as you brooded. You were turning around when you sensed Michael’s presence, looking to see him stood in the doorway, a guilty expression swallowing up his features. “Baby, please. I can explain.”
You glared in response, shutting off the faucet and leaning against the counter. Your arms were crossed over your chest. “Explain what, Michael? That you left me home alone on the night of our first anniversary?”
He winced at your harsh tone and unforgiving words. You saw the deep circles beneath his eyes, how he was gazing at you sadly, his jaw clenched. He had been in the studio all week and you knew it was exhausting him, but your pity for him surely didn’t overshadow the pity you were feeling for yourself at the moment.
“Babe, I got caught up. We were writing today and a few new guys came in to help us out,” Michael sighed. “I got distracted. I forgot we had plans. I’m sorry.”
Your brow furrowed as you grimaced. “Good to know that your girlfriend is someone you can just forget about, Michael.”
He opened his mouth to reply but shut it once you stood upright, pushing past him as you stormed across the dining room and toward the direction of your bedroom. You thought about the deserted dinner left at the table and the candles lit, and how you were so excited to spend the night in with your boyfriend who you rarely ever saw because of his work schedule. It hurt to think that you could slip his mind when he was all that you ever thought of.
You slammed the door shut behind you as you sunk down onto the bed, the short hemline of your dress riding up around your thighs. You knew you were going to cry and ruin the makeup you had strategically applied. Apparently getting ready tonight was a waste of time.
Predictably, Michael pushed open the door a few moments later, his fingers running through his hair in distress. You watched coldly as he started to unbutton the flannel shirt had been wearing, his pale pallor exposed on his chest. He shrugged it off completely before he looked up at you, light eyes hesitant as he stepped toward the bed, crawling on top of you so that your bodies were pressed together. You were still as a statue as Michael spoke quietly, saying, “I could never just forget about you, baby. I love you so much, all right? I was stupid. It was a mistake and I got distracted and I’m so sorry.”
You could feel yourself caving. It was the way his fingertips were ghosting over the curvature of your jaw, moving back to brush your hair out of your face as he gauged your reaction to his words. You averted your eyes, staring past him and at the wall, your stubbornness making an appearance. You stayed quiet.
“Y/N, please,” Michael nearly whined. “I’m really sorry.”
Finally, you sighed. You swallowed down the lump in your throat, finally meeting his gaze. “It just made me feel stupid, you know? I cooked a nice dinner and planned out the whole night and you didn’t even show up on time.”
Michael’s hand dropped down to your arm, where he began smoothing circles over your skin, soothingly and affectionately. “I know, baby. I don’t want you to feel like that.” He murmured, full lips tugging upward at the ends involuntarily. “Let me make it up to you.”
Immediately, you scoffed, wholly unable to suppress the amused grin that was forming on your face. “How are you going to do that?”
“Shh,” Michael whispered, leaning upward slightly. “Just relax.”
You were intrigued. You watched the mischievous glint begin to glimmer in his eyes as he pushed himself up, still hovering over you as he supported his weight with his arms. His chest was bare, jeans still adorning his thin legs tightly as you watched him kneel before you. “Did I mention yet how beautiful you look tonight?”
You felt your cheeks warm as he began to grin. Your heartbeat was already increasing in pace as you stared up at Michael, feeling his palms slide over your thighs, his stare raking over your body and the dress that you had selectively chosen. He was appreciating you, and you knew what he had in mind when he offered to “make it up to you”.
Michael pushed your thighs apart, eyes darting southern as your underwear was revealed. You had put on your nicest lingerie considering it was your anniversary and it was going to be a rather romantic night, but you couldn’t deny how much you loved the look on Michael’s face as he saw what you were wearing.
“Damn, baby, I’m the stupid one,” he breathed out, lowering himself. “I could’ve came home to this a while ago.”
You only bit down on your bottom lip at the sight of his face inching closer and closer to your entrance. His hands pushed up the material of your dress so that it was bunched up around your hips, your lower half exposed as Michael’s expression told you everything he was thinking of in that moment.
Your stomach jolted as your mind darkened with similar thoughts. Your breathing was already going uneven as Michael stared up at you, thumbs hooking beneath the lace waistband of your underwear. You raised your hips so that he could pull the material down your legs, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he gulped.
“Gonna make my girl feel so good,” he mumbled as he hauled your thighs over his shoulders. “Making it up to you like this, all right?”
You blinked languidly, already desperate to feel his touch. Your mind was clouded by lust. You forgot about all the reasons why you were mad at him, only mesmerized by the way he looked between your thighs, his breaths fanning over your entrance evenly. “Just do something, Michael.” You urged.
He smirked devilishly as he pushed his hair off his forehead before he extended his hand, trailing a single digit up your slit, collecting all the moisture that had gathered there. “So wet, baby. Fuck, I’m sorry to keep you waiting.”
Your lips parted as he abruptly bowed his head, his tongue flattening against your center as he licked upward. Immediately, your hands flew out to your sides, fingers clutching the comforter until your knuckles turned white. You were overwhelmed by the sensation of his tongue on you already. His stubble was scratching against your inner thighs, rubbing against you and creating a certain friction as his lips dragged over your clit, his eyes boring up into yours all the while.
“Shit, M-Michael.” You stuttered out. You were unable to keep your eyes open any longer as he pleasured you, his hands moving up to grip your hips.
You shivered as he sucked on your clit harshly. You could feel him everywhere - the feeling of his fingers pressed against your skin forcefully, his tongue against your core, his scent completely enveloping you. He was wholly and completely right - he was definitely making this up to you.
Your hips bucked upward involuntarily as his tongue circled around your clit in teasingly slow motions. He was alternating between fast and languid movements, the stubble along his jaw and cheeks rubbing against you and increasing the pleasure. You were already sweating, but so was he.
Michael got off to the sight of you whining in euphoria. He loved to look up at you as he made you feel good, to see what reactions he was able to elicit from you. Michael was good with his mouth and he knew it. He just liked to see the proof.
Your head was thrown back as your body squirmed uncontrollably. His tongue dragged up and down your slit repetitively, your skin growing slick with a thin sheen of sweat. You wanted to scream, but you bit down on your bottom lip, your muscles tensing as Michael squeezed the abundant flesh on your waist in effort to keep you still.
You could practically feel his smirk against you as his tongue dipped into your entrance shortly. Your eyes rolled back at the new sensation, your right hand moving to twist itself in Michael’s hair, to tug on the strands as your hips thrusted forward.
He knew he was driving you crazy and he knew that you were getting close. He took advantage of your vulnerable state, dragging your lower half closer to him so that his face was practically buried between your legs, his eyes shut as he focused on bringing you over the edge. He knew exactly what made you writhe.
“Michael, I’m gonna -”
You were unable to finish your sentence as Michael sucked harshly on your clit one last time, teeth grazing over the bundle of nerves as your hips jerked unexpectedly. He continued to lick at your center as your body spasmed and your vision went blurry, hazed with spots of white as you cried out his name, the word falling from your lips effortlessly as you tugged on his hair.
He worked you through your orgasm all the while, eyes finally blinking open to watch you as you came. He liked to see the way your jaw went slack and your lips parted, how he was able to make you unravel completely just like this. You were shaking by the time he lifted his head, staring up at you with swollen lips and a crooked smirk.
“That was so fuckin’ sexy, baby girl.” Michael commented. His voice was deep and hoarse, evidence of him being turned on.
You were breathing heavily as you looked up at him with hooded eyelids, your dress still bunched up around your hips. Michael’s eyes were greedy, his hands reaching out as you sat up so that he could tug the material off of your body.
He lifted the dress up and over your head, immediately looking at your chest that was adorned in one of your more expensive bras. He licked his lips absently, then met your eyes once more, hands cupping your cheeks as he leaned in.
His kiss was rough and needy, lips moving against yours sloppily as your hands moved out to rest flat on his chest. His tongue traced over your own, tasting you and reveling in your flavor. Your breaths were mixing and he was swallowing your whimpers as your breathing increased all over again, your body reawakening.
Your hands traveled southern, moving down his warm skin, over the small trail of hair that was just below his bellybutton. Your fingers grazed over the bulge that was straining against the denim of his jeans until you began to palm him through the material, his tongue gliding along yours before he pulled away.
“Feel that, baby?” Michael mumbled, lips brushing against yours as he spoke. “Feel how hard you got me?”
You nodded, eyes boring into his as you felt his erection. You fumbled with the button of his jeans before he nudged your hands away, doing the action himself, shoving his pants down his legs until they were halfway down his thighs.
“Gonna fuck you, baby, gonna make it all up to you.” He mumbled, leaving a lingering kiss against the corner of your mouth.
And then his hands were on your body again, and he was turning you over so that you were bent in front of him on all fours. You could feel his hands trace down your waist, savoring your skin beneath his palms as your back arched absently. His fingertips skimmed over your spine, feeling its ridges before he unclasped your bra, letting it fall from your chest
You were already hot with anticipation as you listened to the sound of the nightstand drawer opening and closing, then the noise of Michael ripping open a condom package with his teeth. He kept one hand on your hip as he positioned himself at your entrance, his deep breaths audible in the silence of the bedroom.
“Look so good like this, shit.” Michael cursed, his voice already strained.
Your mouth fell agape once he pushed in, your walls constricting around his girth as the two of you gasped consecutively. In the vanity mirror across from the bed, you could see yourself, see Michael with his grip on your waist and his lip between his teeth as he bottomed out, moving slowly and giving you a moment to adjust to his size.
“So good.” He repeated his earlier words. He pulled you back against his hips and you felt him so deep that your eyes screwed shut.
You couldn’t help but drop down so that your arms were folded down beneath you, your face pressed against the mattress and your ass in the air. Michael groaned at the sight of you like this, whimpers already escaping from behind your teeth as he pulled out and plunged back forward, his hips pressed against your ass.
Your mind was a mess of frantic thoughts as Michael thrusted forward and back at an even pace. You could only let out obscene moans, your body jerking each time his tip brushed against your g-spot. You wished you could see Michael and the way he looked when he was moving in and out of you, but you decided to focus only on the pleasure, on the tingling sensation that was felt all over.
“You like this, baby girl?” Michael gritted out suddenly.
You swallowed thickly at the sound of his raspy tone. You could tell he struggled to speak the words. He probably couldn’t even form another coherent sentence if he tried - he was too overwhelmed with the feeling of your walls clenched around his length, the sight of you bent over in front of him, eager to receive what he had to give you.
“Yeah, Mikey,” You panted out. You pushed yourself up so that you were holding your weight on your arms again, but Michael lifted you so that your backside was pressed flush against his front.
His lips were at your ear as he thrusted up into you, low grunts emitting from his throat at the new angle. His arms were fastened around your waist as he held you up against him, his breaths fanning across the skin of your neck as your head fell back to rest on the crook of his shoulder.
He sponged sporadic kisses over your skin as he struggled to move up into you, savoring your proximity and how he could practically hear your own blood pounding in your ears. Your skin was clammy against his as he sucked a hickey over your collarbone, whispering, “Fuck, I love you.”
And you had forgotten all about why you were mad at him. He distracted you completely from your anger, hypnotizing you with his crooked smirk and glossy eyes, mesmerizing you with the mere feeling of his fingertips ghosting over your arms. He had you wrapped around his finger and at the moment, you had no problem with this.
Not when you could feel him all over your body, his skin against yours, hot and sticky, his stubble brushing against your jaw as his lips moved back over to your ear, his hands gripping your stomach and keeping you upright as he thrusted up into you until your eyes were screwed shut and you were holding your breath.
“F-Fuck, Michael.” You stuttered out, your voice sounding foreign because of how detached from reality you seemed to be.
You could feel that familiar build up all over again, your toes curling and your stomach pooling with a sensation of arousal. Your brow was furrowed as you felt Michael press another kiss to the corner of your jaw. He sensed you reaching your high, your body squirming as he held you against him, wanting to feel every inch of your body because he was that entranced with it.
“Go ahead, baby. Be a good girl and cum for me.” He demanded, his tenor soft and rasped in your ear.
The sound of his dirty words was all it took to get you unraveling. You were collapsing forward, biting onto the closest pillow as your head began to spin while Michael thrusted into you relentlessly. He was groaning at the feeling of your orgasm, your walls tightening around him as the movements of his hips started to slow.
You were still clutching onto the comforter as Michael’s motions came to a near halt. He was gripping your waist so firmly, you were sure bruises were forming, but you were too exhausted to mind the pain. He was muttering your name as he emptied into the condom, and you wished so badly to see the look on his face, the deep flush that you knew would be spreading across his chest.
Soon, he collapsed down next to you, his arm twining around your figure as he pulled you close. His breathing was ragged as he looked at you with his cheeks tinted pink and his eyelids hooded. “Happy anniversary, baby.” He grinned. “I made it up to you, don’t you think?”
Imagine sitting at school. Listening to the teacher talking about some boring stuff he thinks you need. You are sure you don‘t need it.
You look out of the window and see something more interesting or someone more interesting. In casual clothes and a emotioneless face Michael is staring at you.
Without any other thoughts you ask for permission to go to the toilet. Instead of that you go outside to the waiting Michael greeting him. Knowing that your friend will bring you your stuff Michael and you leave.
You felt something cold hitting your feet and as you look down you wake up. The alarm going wild your eyes wander at the clock seeing that it‘s time to stand up. Your feet sticking out from underneath the warm blanket you roll your eyes and grunt in annoyance.
I‘m bored, school is killing me and I don‘t want to do it anymore. I hate 3d modelling :v Something random that came to my mind.
Summary: You knew love, and you knew Luke, Michael, Ashton and Calum.
A/N: This is my favorite piece so far! It has been on a long road but now it’s here and I’m actually really proud of it. It’s a bit different, but I hope you’ll give a chance! Also, I really like the Michael part, but it contains mentions of alcohol, drugs etc. so if you’re not comfortable with reading about that, you can just scroll past his part x
You knew love, although your version was a bit different than your friends’. They would fall in love over and over again and their feelings never lasted long. They got drunk on love and swelled in self-pity, when the hangover hit them, while you saw love as something precious, something rare and something that made life worth living. You had experienced love four times, with four very different boys; their only thing in common was a strangely passionate fondness of music. And the love you shared with each of them had taught you about yourself, truth, sadness, anger, hate, love and life itself.
Your first love taught you that soft, blushing cheeks, nervous whispers and sweaty palms were way better than bad boy images, expensive cars and heartbreak. Luke taught you how to fall in love without getting broken, he taught you how to trust and how to not just be lovers, but also best friends.
Luke Hemmings was the shy boy next door, the boy you had known all your life without really knowing him, and until your 14th birthday you hadn’t actually talked besides muttered hello’s, when you met while taking out the trash. However, that changed completely when you turned 14; after he, under strict orders from his mother, of course (who recently had found out about both of you being some kind of outsiders in school) came over to your house with a home baked chocolate muffin with a cute little candle in the middle. Your small trash-can-meetings evolved into a close friendship where you told each other everything and did everything together. And in-between hesitantly touches and late night sleep overs, the friendship the two of you had built became something more than that.
For you, Luke meant taking it slow and the feeling of giggles exploding in your body. He was your first love, your first kiss, your first everything, and you were his first, too. He was gentle, he was sweet and he was caring, and when you were with him, it felt like being wrapped up in a blanket made from pure love and admiration. You were his sun, his moon, his biggest support, and the person he depended most on in the whole world.
But like all good things, your relationship had to end. Losing Luke was red, swollen eyes for weeks, it was promising to stay in touch after you went to college, it was even more heart break when you realized that long distance relationship were harder than you ever thought possible, and it was trying to hold loud sobs in, while on the phone agreeing that your relationship had reached the last stop on its road.
Luke loved you, but he wasn’t yours to keep.
Your second love taught you how to live life to the fullest with Green Day blasting through the speakers and a home rolled cigarette between your fingers. He taught you how to get lost in a pair of green eyes and find yourself again while searching for him in the darkest streets of Sydney. He taught you that there could be a completely different person hiding underneath dark colored hair, a cheeky grin and eyes blurred by smoke. Michael taught you about the depths of the human soul, and in exchange, you gave his life a purpose besides colorful pills, cheap liquor and marijuana.
Michael Clifford was everything your parents warned you about and the complete opposite of your first boyfriend. You had never met someone like him but somehow, you understood him. You understood his screams at 3 A.M when he had those nightmares, he never wanted to explain to you, because he didn’t want to frighten you. You understood him, when his restlessness became too much and he had to get away for a while. And you were with him, through the bad dreams and in the passenger seat of his old Ford, when you drove out of town to the beat of an old 80’s song.
Michael was far from perfect, but perhaps that was what made him so damn beautiful. And to you, he really was beautiful. Some people weren’t able to see his beauty; they just saw a boy with a dangerous smile, tattoos and numerous piercings. But Michael was so much more than that: he was the craziness you had kept hidden inside of you way too long, he was letting go of what held you back, he was deeply felt chords on a retro guitar and he was the poetry that came from your fingertips.
You loved him, you really did, and he loved you too. But you began to wonder how much a broken heart could love. In between broken promises and screaming at each other at the top of your longs, you realized that Michael wasn’t meant for love, and while looking for him in the corners of the city you never thought you would find yourself in, you figured that your relationship was doomed from the start. However, that didn’t mean that you wouldn’t do it again. Because while Michael was addicted to narcotics, you were addicted to the sound of his voice while he sang the songs he had written about you, the twinkle of madness in his eyes when he was making one of his legendary plans, the smell of his cologne when he planted love bites down your neck and his strong arms around you when he needed to feel your presence after a nightmare.
You couldn’t save Michael, but you had a feeling that someday, someone would.
Your third love taught you about finding art and beauty in even the smallest things in life. He taught you how to always look on the bright side, to be kind to everyone you met and to never give up. He taught you how to heal your wounds in the right tempo, and to be proud of your scars and the stories they told. He taught you that if you could learn to love yourself, then your eyes would shine brighter than Leonid Aframov’s Farewell to anger, your smile be softer than Monet’s water lilies and your beauty be even more complex than a Van Gogh painting.
Ashton Irwin was every girl’s dream; he was the most handsome human being that had ever walked on earth with his hazel eyes, golden skin and curly hair in just the right way length. He was sweeter than candy without ever being too much, had the voice of an angel, were probably better to draw than any of your art teachers and while being incredibly cute, he also had that little bit of edge, that made all the girls at your college go crazy. He was the kind of boy, girls like you could only dream of, but it didn’t take long before his love for you were deeper than you ever could have imagined. When you met Ashton, it had been a long time since you had been taken care of, since you had been able to let go, to cry in a safe place, but suddenly he came into your life and helped your broken heart heal. He never tried to hide his love for you, or his intention of making you love him back, but he let you heal your wounds in your own tempo and didn’t put any pressure on you. And while falling in love with him, you learned to love yourself, too.
You were Ashton’s muse and watching your face take form on the paper or hearing some of your words sung by his beautiful voice felt like finding pieces of yourself you didn’t even know existed. And he was a part of you, too; a previously unknown part of you that radiated with happiness. And if someone asked you to describe Ashton, you would tell them that he was the type of guy who would fight a dragon for not only the princess, but for anyone who needed it, that there always was space in his heart for the ones that didn’t fit in anywhere else and that it was clear to everyone who met him, that he was an angel sent down to earth to mend the broken ones. And you would tell them, that he really did mend you; that he saved you.
He had mended you, he had kissed your scars, he had loved your soul and he had put a smile on your face whenever he was near you, but the big grins turned into small, sad ones and the little kisses ended up as a your lips pressed together in a desperate, longing goodbye-kiss. Your “I-love-you”s became “I’ll never forget you”s and “There won’t be a day, where I won’t miss you”s and suddenly, you had to learn how to live without the golden boy, who survived from the pleasure of creating instead of oxygen.
Ashton was art, but art lives forever, and you were just a simple mortal.
Your fourth love taught you about inner warmth, absolute calmness and that love is better when it’s not all about fireworks and butterflies, but instead about the soothing feeling of coming home when you’re tired after a long day of work and collapsing in your lovers arms. He taught you how to love with both eyes open; knowing and looking forward to what would come. Calum taught you how to trust that he would catch you every time you fell, and through thick and thin, bad times and good times, he kept his promise.
Calum was the sun; he was the warmth spreading throughout your whole body when he said those three words that always made your heart flutter and he was the secure feeling that surrounded you along with his strong arms on nights where you were scared and just wanted to give up everything. Calum was the first man who told you that you were “it” for him; that he wanted to settle down with you someday and that he wasn’t scared of what the future would bring, as long as he had you by his side. And he really made you believe in a life with curly haired children running around in a small, idyllic garden, a cute golden retriever like the ones your grandparents once had and small declarations of love when coming home from work; he made you believe that the life you always had wanted, finally were within reach.
The love you shared with Calum Hood was comfortable silence, it was warm kisses while standing under falling snowflakes, it was low humming while cooking the other’s favorite food and it was falling asleep in each other’s tight embraces. Loving Calum was as unselfish as it was beautiful and simple; he was hard not love, really, and for the first time in your life, you realized that your happiness depended more on him than the fulfilling of your own needs; if he wasn’t happy, you couldn’t be either.
With that realization followed another; you would never be able to give Calum what he deserved. He deserved the world, and no matter how hard you loved him, you would never be capable of giving him that; you were too broken, too damaged; your scars were too big and too many. So you had shot his sleeping figure one last glance before closing the door on your biggest love and the future he offered you, although you didn’t deserve it. And though he couldn’t hear you in his dreaming state, you gave him one last promise while breaking others: ”I’ll always be right here, standing in the back, where I can’t be seen, and cheering for you.”
Calum deserved the best, and if that meant you letting him go, then that was how it had to be.
You knew love, and you definitely knew the four men playing on the big stage, who had no chance of noticing you in the enormous crowd.
Perhaps it was faith that the only people you had ever loved, ended up as best friends, or maybe it was simply just a crazy coincidence. But no matter what, it gave you peace; they were happy, they were living out their biggest dream and you couldn’t be prouder. If anyone deserved it, it was them. They had broken your heart, and you had broken theirs, and although you felt a small flash of pain when considering if they had forgotten you after all these years, you were so grateful that they clearly had gotten over you, even if it meant that they no longer smiled at the mention of your name or saw your face for their inner eyes every night before falling asleep. The first time you saw their faces on a billboard, you couldn’t believe your own eyes. And after that they just kept popping up; perhaps because you only watched the TV channels that you knew showed their latest commercial or because you kept driving past the big screen that showed their faces, even though it meant being a little late for work.
“I will always love you all,” you whispered into the night, and even though it was impossible with all the screams in the huge arena, you couldn’t help but think that maybe they heard you. And perhaps they really did, judging by the small, calm nods and big smiles they sent out to the crowd a few seconds after your proclamation. And perhaps you were crazy, or perhaps some things just happen although they’re anything but logical, but you could have sworn that you heard them all whispering your words back when they went for a short break behind the scene.
Luke, Michael, Ashton and Calum would always be a part of you, but you were finally ready for another adventure.
It was all a fog from this morning. All i knew now was i was in a dark room that didn’t even have a window to provide a glimpse of light. I began to sit myself up but i was bounded with rope.
“HELP!!! HELP!!!”
I kept moving around and rolled around the floor in hopes to find a wall to lean on but this room seemed endless. My heart kept racing as i kept rolling on the floor like a dog.
“god help me”
The room was so quite that it was deafening. I was slowly going insane in this darkness for it felt hours that i have been locked in here when it could be only minutes, who knows.
“Y/n”
i stayed quite for a while thinking who this person could possibly be but the voice’s owner kept slipping through my mind.
“Y/n are you awake?”
Victoria.
“Y/N”
I refused to answer her and remained quite in my dark room. The heels of her shoes kept clicking on the cold floor as she appeared to getting closer to me. I could feel her lingering over me while tapping her foot. It was all quite until she began to kick my sides. I refused to show her how much pain she was causing me so i stayed silent through each blow.
“Wow you take it like a champ just like your little boyfriend”
“FUCK YOU”
She began to cackle as i began to get defensive towards him
“want to hear a little story about your hubby Y/n?”
I so do want to know but not from the mouth of this serpent. If only i could see her so she could see the pure hatred i have for her.
“Well let’s begin from the very beginning”
I couldn’t see her but i could tell she was smiling as she began to talk about Michael.
“It was a long time ago before your lover was born actually. I knew his father for he use to work for my dad selling out drugs and illegal weapons. They were very very wealthy for the amount they were able to sell to gangs and other people”
She then kicked my stomach again which made me heave a bit for the air that i so badly needed.
“So his father was actually suppose to marry me and since he was my father’s right hand man and i was next in line for my dad’s business but couldn’t run it alone. BUT”
Again another kick but this time in the back of my head
“his father had a different idea and impregnated his mom behind all of our backs. To bad for him since my dad found out and well promised to keep them safe if and only if the child works for us indefinitely.”
I then felt her cold fingers brush through my face, cresting it softly as she began to whisper
“Thing is Mikey’s dad didn’t want that for his son so my daddy went on to assassinate him and his mother. though Mikey’s dad isn’t so dumb and killed my father before we were able to get to them.”
She then slapped me across the face and i felt a hot liquid coming down my nose and hitting the floor.
“They were in hiding for a while until my men found them. At that time Michael was probably 12 and we took the parents so he would have to do our bidding. It was hard since he didn’t want to follow our leads but every time he didn't well his parents would have something cut or chopped off them. When i’m in a good mood maybe a little baby punishment”
This whole story couldn’t be real it just didn’t make sense to me.
“So michael is doing all this since you have his parents captured... has he even seen them after”
“of course he has i’m not that mean sweetie.”
She made me want to gag.
“why am i here?”
Veronica began to laugh as if it wasn’t obvious why i was truly there.
“two reasons sweet heart... first, Michael has begun to get to cocky and he needs to know i’m still in control and secondly, well you were quite a bitch when i was engaged to your father.”
after that gave her last strong kick which made me spit out some blood before she left me alone once more in the room .
My mind kept racing from the utter pain i was feeling but also the idea of michael was practically her slave for what his father has done. My body was in pain but not as much as my heart was for him. Though, Veronica doesn’t know one thing and that is that we aren’t together. How would he know i was taken, would he care?
A couple tears trickled down my cheek as i lay on the cold floor all bloody and hurt. I don’t know how long i have been there but the longer i stayed in the silent dark room i felt myself slowly drift away in a very deep slumber.
okay so you were like playing/streaming with mikey and you end up falling asleep during the stream between his legs with his arms around you
I love this so much and i made this long somehow. how’d that happen? ah well
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This is the second time you’re live streaming with Michael and you’ve got all your favorite snacks and drinks laid out on his table in his gaming room. He even got you a pair of headphones that have kitty ears on them, they’re red and you loved them.
You’re starting by his computer so the camera ca capture you both a little easier even though you’ll be playing on the TV.
“You ready, kitty?” he asks kissing your temple.
“Yep!” you situate yourself in your chair and he goes to turn everything on. You’re chewing a gummi worm when you appear on the screen. “Hey guys! Another day of streaming, this time with Kitty.”
“Hi!” you wave your fingers but incidentally drop the worm on your lap. “Oh no! Oops.”
Michael laughs shaking his head and explains the game you’ll be playing.
“We’re taking it old school and we’re gonna play Call of Duty.”
“This one I’ve actually played a little,” you pipe up chewing on another worm.
“Hey! Stop eating all the worms! We got to play now,” Michael chastises you and steals the rest of the worms from your fingers. He shoves them in his mouth while you pout.
“Meanie,” you stick your tongue out and he just grins.
In between playing, Michael puts the stream on pause so you two can use the bathroom or get another drink. His fingers touch underneath your eyes lightly.
“You look sleepy, kitty,” he mumbles.
“I am a little bit,” you sigh but give him a smile.
“We can stop if you want.”
“No, it’s okay.”
“How about we move to the couch, yeah?”
“Thanks,” you sigh again as he kisses your forehead. He rubs your arms and rearranges the room so the camera is zoomed in on the corner of the couch where you’ll both be seated.
He sits down first and you crawl in between his legs, his arms encasing you against his chest. He kisses your head again before handing you your headphones but you push them away.
“Can I just watch you? My ears feel like they’re stuck to my head.”
“Sure,” he chuckles placing them on the cushion next to him. “I’m gonna start the stream again, okay?”
“Mhm,” you sigh scooting yourself closer to him. The familiar sound of it being on hits your ears.
“Hey guys, we’re back. This one is just going to watch so I’ll still be playing,” he tells the fans online.
After about ten minutes of watching him play, you lay the blanket over you, Michael’s arms moving to help you then he guards your arms once more. As you watch his character move and jump on the screen, your eyes start to get a little heavy. You try to keep them open but Michael’s gentle breathing and his heart thumping behind your head makes it harder to keep them open.
Your eyes flutter shut and you sigh deeply listening to the soft clicking of Michael’s controller and the constant pings from his computer.
“Kitty’s asleep,” Michael reads the chat then glances down at you and smiles. “I guess she is,” he chuckles, “on that note, we’ll go live again. I’ll let you know. Bye guys.”
He turns everything off then runs his thumb over your cheek and your bottom lip. You’re deep in your sleep so he removes his headphones and adjusts himself so he can nap with you, wrapping his arms around you a bit more tightly.
Just a small little blurb. I’m obsessed with his boots and I would like a pair please, thank you.
Also the title is from Kesha’s song ‘Boots’ highly recommend listening while reading.
Enjoy :)
Masterlist
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You twist your body and your feet in the floor length mirror in yours and Michael’s shared bedroom admiring his laced up boots on your own feet. You loved seeing him in them with his black cargo pants with the straps hanging from his knees. You loved Michael in anything he wore to be honest but something about him in all black and these boots?
It made you lightheaded.
You’d always admired his boots and what more of a perfect opportunity could you ask for to try them on while he was out with the guys for a meeting? You just had on one of his longer black t-shirts that went a little past your knee caps.
You kept turning in the mirror admiring how you looked and thought you could totally wear it out in public with some shorts and fish net stockings. A great look for Coachella which Michael has promised to take you to because you’ve never been.
Smiling to yourself, you grab your phone, strike a pose and snap a picture. You take a few more then send them all to Michael in a text saying ‘who wore it best? me or you?’
His response is immediate ‘me, obviously.’
You roll your eyes at his obvious sassiness then reply, ‘please. I’m wearing nothing under here, so I win.’
‘Someone’s being naughty, huh kitty?’ he texts back and then an idea strikes.
You sit up against the bed with your knees up and touching to showcase the boots in the mirror. You lift up his shirt so he can just see in between your legs, your fingers dangling teasingly over your bare core. You stick your tongue out then snap a photo.
‘If you can’t handle these claws, then you don’t get this kitty🐱’
After about five minutes he finally replies with ‘I’ll be home in twenty minutes.’
You smile to yourself and have some more fun by taking different photos and sending them to him until he comes home.
Twenty minutes later just like he said, you hear the dogs bark like crazy at his arrival and then you hear his heavy footfalls up the stairs. You’ve changed positions to be on the bed, feet hanging off the end and crossed with the boots still on.
Michael stops in the doorway staring at you, a coy smile on his face.
“Okay, the pictures were hot as fuck but now you just look adorable in my clothes,” he says then steps near the edge of the bed.
You sit up reaching for his hand that’s outstretched to you and kiss his knuckles. “You like seeing me in your clothes, Mikey?”
“I love it,” he smiles, his green eyes drinking you in. “Black is definitely your color, kitty.”
“I’m never giving these boots back, by the way,” you giggle and kiss his fingers some more.
In one swift moment he grabs you by the waist and tosses you further up the bed, his t-shirt you’re wearing hikes up. His fingers are soft as they trace designs down your waist and thighs, his eyes boring into yours, a slight smirk on his petal pink lips.
“I’ll buy you a pair so we can match,” he promises and presses his lips to yours. “Now, can I get a taste of my kitty?” His fingers slip between your legs and you gasp in response.
Part 2 of Red Desert. This song means as much to me as Red Desert does and it made me so happy to know that they do go hand in hand. Written in the same way as Red Desert was so picture whomever you want! and it’s angsty but I love it. And I hope you do too :)
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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He’s back on a train. Not a getaway train but a runaway train trying to follow her to who knows where. It seems like he’s always running to her and he doesn’t want to open the door of Pandora’s box of how he’s the reason she ran in the first place.
In the beginning they were both going north, nowhere to go but up as their love seemed to transcend above and beyond. They both craved a newfound sense of adventure that took them away from their mundane lives. Her type of mind is hard to find and to be native to his own it was no surprise the way they connected in kind.
Sparks flew just as the sparks on the tracks they were on, two alike minds finding solace in one another. Both knew what the other was thinking with just a look. She reached for him and his hand would be in hers. He’d want to call out her name and right before it slipped from his lips she’d already ask him “yes?” with her eyes alight with excitement no matter what he needed.
The first three months were spent traveling all over, exploring the world and exploring each other in each new place. Their love left a mark wherever they went, a carbon footprint of memories and the promise of what to come right before them.
A love set on fire with no way of burning out until the house they’d found went up in flames.
Smoke in her eyes while the smoke filled his lungs, harsh words were rapid spitfire and it got the job done of her storming out. The door rattled the house as much as her sudden absence rattled his heart and then he chased after her.
A first fight is always the hardest, it’s when a side left in the dark is suddenly brought to the light. More often than not it’s ugly and relentless with a little hint of viciousness and when he opened the door, she was already standing on the other side.
Each fire would be extinguished with him pulling her close and dancing around their home until all the smoke had cleared. And then a new sense of heat would arise and they’d crash together with fiery passion.
“I dive deeper for you,” she’d say once they were a tangle of sheets and limbs and all would be forgiven.
But not forgotten.
With two alike minds under one roof, the sense of adventure dwindled and became the kindling to each new firefight. Patience was tested on both sides, the demons they thought that were left behind came creeping back. The fears weren’t at the edge of the world anymore. The blessing of their love for each other started to feel more like a curse.
She’d threaten to leave because she knew that hurt him.
“Then we’ll both be lonely.”
He knew that hurt her.
Their love still ran so deep, through their veins and seeped into their bones. It consumed them, how much love they had for one another. One night it all turned to a firestorm and while he was down on his knees she disappeared through the smoke.
But he knew her precious heart, just as much as she knew his. He knew her secrets, her deepest desires, and her dreams of special places. He won’t be the reason for her heart to break while he was also the one to mend it in the first place.
He finally found her near the edge of the sea where he knew she’d be, her eyes tired and unfocused as the breeze caused the ash to disappear and the salt cleansed her.
She turned and fell into him just as he reached for her, always in sync, always on a one track mind like the train that brought them here in the first place. They sway slowly in the fresh sea breeze, their qualms blowing away.
“I dive deeper for you,” he promised just as she did to him those months ago.
“I love you, too.”
Together and so fiercely in love. He awakens the storm within her but also can calm her just as she ignites his flames but can cause them to sizzle out. They are each other’s second chances and it won’t go to waste, even if it causes some burns, their love will always win out.
They work in tandem, both destructive and reconstructive. Always coming back together because one without the other would be a very lonely heart.
