Fanfiction by Beast

He lets the screen door slam behind him as we walk onto the porch, “Av, Wait” My hand is in his and it stops me when he pulls on it gently. In a split second he’s on the ground, with both knees planted on the floorboards of the porch. “Oh God, get up, please don’t do this, you know I-” I start to blubber and he cuts me off “This is not an proposal.” I stand, confused with one hand still in both of his, I should have noticed, he never wears a jacket, but tonight he has on a blue hoodie and I can see a box bulging from its center pocket. He lets go with his left hand and digs it out, and flipping open the lid, he says: “This is not an engagement ring, because engagements come with parties and celebration and weddings cost money. They make promises to soon build houses and share a bathroom sink. But that stuff is too far from us. So this is a promise ring, I’m promising someday to marry, someday to spend a ton of money on our wedding, and someday to share a bathroom with you, because engagement isn’t the right word, will you promise me?”

“I hope what I’ve said hasn’t hurt you too much” I am sobbing now, and I know that if I live through this I will never feel a pain like this one. This pain is a burning sensation in my heart, in the back of my eyes, my whole damn body is on fire and there’s nothing anyone can use to put it out. I can see the tears welling up in his eyes as he backs away from me, hurt and disgust showing prominently on his face. I caused that, I hurt him and the look on his face makes me want to throw up. Eventually he looks to the ground and turns away, walking back to his own part of campus, leaving me to wallow in the sorrows I’ve caused myself. Tell me what you want to see happen, what you think is happening, tell me EVERYTHING. my tumblr you can send asks to is thenoodlegatherer FEEEEDBACK PLEASE

Here's Luke and Cals! Luke: Luke, with his cocky demeanor and sex god appearance, didn’t strike me as the shy type at first, it was only when I took him home our first Christmas together to meet my family did the smirk lower and his personality sink into itself. “Luke, are you alright?” I question, as I slip my feet into boots and put my coat on. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” He brushes the question off and picks up his keys, leading the way out of our hotel room. Twenty minutes later when we pull up to the curb outside my parent’s new home, Luke is fidgeting like crazy. “Y/N do you think I should take this out? Are your parents bothered by that kind of thing?” He asks me, pointing at his lip ring, looking ragged. “No, of course not, why would you ask? Seriously, why are you so nervous all of a sudden?” He shakes his head and states: “Don’t ask me why, but I just want them to like me, I need to make a good first impression. I’m just nervous as hell, rambling, that’s all.” I shake my head and pull him into me, kissing him quickly, because we’ve been sitting here a good five minutes and my mom is peeking through the curtain. “Don’t be silly, they’ll love you. Also you look gorgeous tonight and it completes your outfit perfectly.” I tug on it gently with my teeth, trying to loosen him up a bit. “Alright, fine. Ready? He asks, and I slide out of my seat and grab the presents from the backseat, joining Luke, and our hands as we made our way to the front door. When we approached, my mother flung open the door, and I jumped, making Luke giggle, literally giggle. “You’ve won him over already, tormenting me and all.” I say, in reference of her scaring the shit out of me only a minute ago, as I wrap her in a hug, handing off the presents to Luke. “And well, at least we know Y/N picks them well.” Mom says as she lets me go and holds out a hand to a bright red Lucas. At the dinner table, I could see him adapting to my family, after the mandatory big brother talk from Leo, my younger brother, in all his five foot zero glory, it was quite comical to watch him threaten Luke from below. “So, Lucas, you’re in a band? Y/N tells us it’s pretty famous, Five Seconds of something or another?” I could feel him stiffen beside me, and I had to hold in a laugh. If there was anything that turned Luke on, it was his full name. “Oh um, yessir, Five Second of Summer, me and my friends, but we aren’t very famous yet, I think Y/N is just a bit proud of me and my friends.” Hours later, full and jolly, Luke and I made out way to the front door, and I hugged my parents. “Thank you two for having me, it was lovely.” Luke smiled at them as we rushed out of the cold to his car, and waved as we pulled away from the sidewalk. “You have a lovely time, did you Lucas?” I ask, placing my hand on his thigh as we drove. “Y/N now is not the time. In about fifteen minutes when we get to the hotel room would be a wonderful time though, do you think you could wait?” And, long story short, I obviously couldn’t wait, so we ended up in some elementary school parking lot until somewhere around midnight. A very merry Christmas eve, if I do say so myself. Calum: The clock above me ticked away meticulously, reminding me, minute by minute, how late Calum’s flight was. As the minutes grew into an hour, I was engulfed in all the bad things that could’ve happened between Cal’s flight and landing. An hour turned into two and I was trying to tell myself that everything was okay, and that I had, after all, been checking the weather in the U.S. and snow was assured. Finally, after my butt had been asleep for who know how long, I saw his tall figure barreling through people towards me, and I jumped up. Face to face after seven months was a lot sweeter than I’d thought it would be, I could feel his breath pressing his chest against mine and I wanted nothing more than to stay in that position for the rest of my life. As Calum pulled away, setting my feet back down on the floor. “How have you gotten even more beautiful since I saw you last?” His grin is breathtaking as he leans down, letting our faces search each other for a moment before he kisses me, low and sweet, almost pulling me to my knees. “Let’s go home, yeah?” I pull him behind me, dragging his suitcase alongside him. I break a personal rule of mine on the way back to our apartment, and make out with Calum in the back of the cab the entire ride, because even the people so strongly opposed to PDA, crack sometimes. Hours later, when Calum and I have caught up for the last seven months (and prepared ourselves for the next long three), shower, and nap, we make our way to the couch in the living room, pop in a movie, and remind ourselves how needed a good cuddle is every once in a while.

A/N if you want to send me prompts send them to http://chaddylancoopertwerking.tumblr.com/ because I have NO idea how to figure out this ask box. My deepest apologies for the mess, but heres 2/4 of my first prompt! Michael: “Where is your next show?” I ask him, looking longingly toward the back wall of Michael’s bunk, wishing I were anywhere closer to him. “New York, were making an appearance in Time’s Square.” He states with sigh, fingering the threads of the blanket draped over his legs. “That’s amazing, how are the boys?” I press on, though I can see him withdrawing from the conversation. He doesn’t speak for a while, so I watch him watching me. “Can we just not? God, I miss the hell out of you. I just want to be home.” He cast his eyes down, staring at his lap. “This shouldn’t be so hard. I miss you too.” The call is quiet for a long while and when I look up, he’s fallen asleep, head resting on his computer. So I clicked to close skype, and fell asleep, left to my own lonely thoughts. My Christmas eve was similar to my other days, while the rain fell outside my window, I curled up on the couch in a pair of sweats and t-shirt of Michael’s he left for me before he left a few months ago. Even our tiny apartment felt huge without Mikey’s brightly colored hair peeking around the corner, or his big feet stomping accidentally through the house, it was unbearably lonely. Before I drifted into a boredom induced sleep around 9:30, I sent him a text. To say I did not have high hopes for Christmas day would be an understatement. My family was too far, back in the U.S., to visit on my low funds, and having just moved, I had a limited number of friends. So I finally rolled out of bed at 10:30 and got up to make breakfast. When I turned the corner to get through the living room, I gasped, taking in the sight of a snoring red head, complete in his leather jacket and bow, right on top of his head, and I could barely carry myself across the room to him. “You idiot! Why didn’t you wake me up!” I yell quietly at him as a grin spread across my face and I crawled into his waking embrace, an identical smile showing on his face. “Did you get what you wanted for Christmas?” His voice was raspy and I simply couldn’t resist leaning down and pressing my lips hard against his while I nodded, collapsing with our chest’s flush. “I’m so glad you’re here, how long ago did you get in? How did you get to come home?” I rush out when I pull away, earning a small pout, paired with a groan. “A couple of hours ago. I wanted to surprise you. And oh, I just called a cab from the hotel, who took me to the airport, who put me on a plane home to you.” I smile at him and take that opportunity to make myself comfortable and pull off my overshirt, pulling him up and out of his coat, making the most of the time I would have with my rockstar. Ashton: “Ash?” I call throughout the house, my voice echoing over our lack of moved in furniture. No answer came as I peeked in rooms and yelled some more. Finally, fed up after searching for him for more than ten minutes, I dial his number, smiling briefly at his dumb caller ID photo, but stop when he answers after the third ring. “Ash, where did you go? You just, like disappeared.” I tell him, as if he didn’t know. “I know, I had to do something, come outside on the back porch, please.” He asks, and I can hear the pleased tone of his voice, so I lace up my shoes and pull on a jacket over my long sleeves and I follow it onto the back porch, where the sun is strategically placed on the top of the fence, streaking the sky with pink and white clouds. In front of the raised edge, a path of rose petals wait for me to follow them, white, even in the darkness, they lead my way to the end of the fence, where my gorgeous boyfriends waits for me with a whole rose. It’s only when I reach the end of the petals, I realize that he has changed his entire outfit since we were inside unpacking boxes only a while ago, leaving his jeans and t-shirt for a clean pair of black pants and a white button down. “What is all this? What’s going on?” he takes my hand and kisses it gently, keeping hold on it until he’s knelt down in front of me, rummaging around in each pocket muttering curses when he doesn’t find what he’s looking for, and then he pull it out of the inside pocket of the jacket he is wearing, a small black velvet box. When he opened the box I’d been dreaming about virtually all of my life, it took the words right out of my mouth. “So, will you marry me or what?” his tone is joking and he wears an earsplitting grin. I am still at a loss for words, so I nod and pull him up to me, wrapping my arms around his middle until I realize that I have started crying. “Why now?” I ask, wiping a frozen hand across my face, He looks at me sheepishly. “Well, I was actually a lot early. It was supposed to be warm and May, but I just saw you in there, and I just couldn’t wait.” “God, I am so in love with you.” I bury my face back into his shoulder and drag him back into the house. “I can’t wait for you to be my wife.” He says to me as we stand inside the doorway and I hold my freezing hand out to him to place the glittering ring on.

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"Are you a doctor yourself good sir?" I questioned, eyeing his mustache warily. "Oh you bet, I am the doctor." I shake my head. "You're lying, you've never been on doctor who!" He helps me up, but I keep my distance as we walk to a park bench, tripping over the hordes of dogs on the way. "No, I am not from Doctor Who, I am Doctor Phil. The mightiest of the doctors." Well Phil, tell me, is your mustache real?" He gives me a look. "I call that the diddle my fiddle" He wiggled his eyebrows seductively. Phil looked stunning, from his large, sun hat, adorned with daisies, right down to his cargo pants, paired with camo colored crocs. "Phil, you look stunning." He grinned at me again, his smile vaugly reminded me of that of a serial killer, ( I loved it ) "Well how about we go on back to my place, and you can get your Phil, of my glorious body."

“Man Thompson, I do love the way you mop that floor.” Bella licks her lips and flops down on the desk, watching Frances Thompson work. Frances Thompson just happened to be the janitor at Bella Swan’s high school, after she’d met Frances, she couldn’t take anymore and told Edward to just leave. Frances was only getting started thought, he still had six tables and a white board to wipe down, but his toupee was starting to slip, and bella noticed. “Care to play a game, Bella?” He wore a devilish smile and flicked the hair piece off of his head. “You wouldn’t dare Frances Thompson!” Oh but he did dare… His wrist twitched as he flung the wad of hair across the room. Bella watched it sail and said “Oh Frances, you do dare.” And as quick as he threw it, her hand shot up and grasped the mop. “You don’t even know what you’ve gotten yourself into know do you?”

*Randy Jackson x reader “Honey I told you not the get the Randy-o’s anymore.” I continue pouring my cereal without acknowledging Randy Jackson, he is my boyfriend. “HEY! YOU! I told you to stop buying cereal with my face on it! It weirds me out to eat my tiny little faces, and it should you too.” I shake my head, slamming down the box, watching the smug randy on the cover crumple up and bend, while life size Randy just looked at me, bewildered. “You can’t control me Randy Jackson.” “Oh wait I can because I’m Randy Jackson and I do what I want! It’s finally time. I have to tell him. “Well Randy-I-do-what-I-want-Jackson! I suppose you should see this then. I marched over to the sink and flung the doors under it open. I heard him gasp sharply. “Where-where did you get all this?” Randy was beyond shocked, in front of him stood shelf to shelf over 300 boxes of Randy o’s. “We need to talk about this. I think you have a problem.” And that’s how Randy Jackson managed to dump me and send me to the phsyc ward all in the same days. At least they serve Randy O’s here, so who is the real winner now?

This is my first one, so don't be mean. “Oh-oh-obama! Thank you its so nice”! Harry is saying as he shakes his head. “Well Harry you are my snuggle sausage.” Obama puts his hand on my shoulder-very suggestively I may add. “Not tonight barrack, I can’t look at you that same after we have broccoli. Gives me shivers,” Barrack is pulling my curls now, “Oh my gosh Obama! Quit!” He gasps, “Harry you know I hate it when you call me obama, My name is barrack!” I shake my head… and yell ‘O-BAAAAA-MAAA” “Harry Edward Styles! I am done! I am going to get a coffee with Zayn!” “Don’t you dare ask him if you can join the band again! Not after this time! OBAMA!”