#wait for the slutty shorts James later today!!

[pretentiouswreckingball]

✯my entry for the @croptopjames fest✯

jegulus | 1.3k | non-canon/magical au

summary:

It was revenge, they say, for a prank they played on the other houses. So if Lupin and Pettigrew got their trousers turn into shorts, and Black got his shirt turn into a crop top, then that means Potter—

“Did you hear what happened?”

“They say it was revenge for a prank on the other houses,”

“Seems like a weird way to take revenge,”

“Someone said it was a new statement for the dress code,”

“Of course those Gryffindors would come up with something like that,”

“Mila from my transfiguration class says someone charmed their clothes to transform into something else whenever they wear it. You know, trousers turn into shorts and—”

“Oh, so that’s why Lupin and Pettigrew were wearing shorts! But why was Black’s shirt cropped? Not that I mind the view but—”

“Maybe the spell worked in pairs? If Lupin and Pettigrew got shorts, and Black’s shirt was cropped, then maybe Potter got—”

But Regulus had heard enough.

He should’ve known something was off the moment he crossed Lupin and Pettigrew earlier that day wearing shorts of all things, but if he was completely honest with himself, his mind was somewhere else and didn’t even think twice about it. But now, after eavesdropping on a conversation of some sixth years, maybe he shouldn’t have been so dismissive.

Entering the Great Hall for lunch, Regulus makes a b-line for his seat at the end of the Slytherin table and starts filling his plate absentmindedly, trying to ignore the sight of his brother at the Gryffindor table, talking animatedly to Lupin and Pettigrew, still in those ridiculous clothes. His mind inevitably going to the person who’s conveniently, not among them.

The thing is, Regulus isn’t capable of thinking of a piece of clothing that would look bad on James Potter.

He has seen the guy practising on the Quidditch pitch for Salazar’s sake. He has had a front row of what James’ body looks like when he leans on his broom, quaffle in hand, gaining some speed over his fellow teammates. He has seen how his forearms look when he grips the handle hard and how his thighs squeeze the rear of the broom when he’s doing a particularly hard move so he doesn’t fall.

So no, he doesn't think there’s a piece of clothing that would look bad on him, he could pull any look, especially a crop top, and that is the problem, isn’t it?

Regulus could feel his cheeks warming at the thought. Oh no this is bad, what he’s going to do if he sees him wearing that? He’s going to make a fool of himself and he can’t afford that. No, Regulus needs to get the fuck out of there if he wants to make it with his dignity intact.

Practically stuffing his face, Regulus tries to be as quick as possible, cursing in his mind at the idiot who hexed James Potter to be stuck with that particular piece of clothing, or lack thereof, more like.

“Let it not be said that we don’t do anything nice for you, Regulus,” a voice comes from behind and Regulus freezes and then groans.

Looking up from his plate, he eyes the pair who has taken the seats in front of him, both looking smug as fuck, “You guys are unbelievable,”

Evan hums in agreement, “Aren’t we just?”

“Wasn’t a compliment,”

Barty tuts disapprovingly, stealing a piece of food from Regulus' plate and popping it in his mouth, “Why Regulus, we thought you would be thrilled by this, can’t believe you’re this ungrateful.”

“Crop tops, really?” He huffs, stabbing whatever is left of his chicken, “And don’t get me started on the shorts.”

“Those were my idea,” Evan mentions.

Regulus doesn’t get it, “Why though?”

“We couldn’t be so obvious and only hex Potter, we had to cover our traces,” Barty says, turning his head slightly to look at the Gryffindor table. “Besides, the others look ridiculous, minus your brother of course, the bastard is fit as fuck.”

“Why though?” Regulus repeats, this time even more aggravated at the notion of Barty ogling his brother.

Evan gives him a pointed look, “You know why,”

Regulus drop his gaze, sniffing lightly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,”

Barty smirks at him, “You will,”

There’s a sudden ruckus at the entrance. The voices grow loud and you could hear some whistles here and there but what actually catches Regulus’ eyes when he looks up, is the man at the doors.

Something inside him is pleased to notice he was right about James looking good in any piece of clothing, especially something that would show his really fit body. James is looking a little dishevelled, but that only makes him look even prettier. Still enthralled by the sight of James Potter wearing something this sinful, Regulus notices a little too late a voice shouting really close to him, efficiently taking him out of his rivery.

“Looking good, Potter!”

“Barty!” Regulus hisses in embarrassment as James looks in his direction. And oh, the way he smiles at Regulus as soon as their eyes connect.

Regulus is incapable of doing much else under the intensity of that look, he wants to run like he had planned before. He wants to hide, not only from James but from the way he feels when he’s near. Pathetic as it is, the only thing Regulus is capable of doing is following James as he makes his way to the Slytherin table.

Regulus blinks hard at that. Wait, Slytherin table?

Before Regulus can process that, James is already standing right in front of him.

“Rosier, Crouch,” he greets them, still not taking his eyes off Regulus.

“Potter,” Barty nods in his direction. “Nice shirt, does it come in men’s?”

James grin turns sharp, “You don’t want me to answer that, Crouch,”

“Okay, time to go, have a great one!” Evan practically drags Barty aways as the latter cackles like a madman all the way out of the Great Hall.

When his laugh fades, James is still in front of Regulus and Regulus is purposefully looking at anything but his face, so his gaze inevitably fall at the only thing at his eye-level, James’ stomach.

There are beads of sweet running down over that beautiful golden skin and all Regulus wants, is to touch it to see if it’s as soft as it looks. Wondering how it would feel under his teeth.

James clears his throat to catch Regulus' attention. Unnecessary, since he hasn’t lost it the moment he entered the Great Hall.

“So, Regulus,” he starts.

“Yes?” He can see the trail of hair disappearing under the navy trousers. He’s having a hard time not to reach out and touch it.

He’s being so brave about this whole thing, someone should notified his mind-healer.

A beat of silence and then a hand, reaching for his chin and turning his face up, callous fingers against his soft skin. The sight of James’ playful smile makes something inside him melt.

“My eyes are up here, love.”

His cheeks get warmer out of the embarrassment of being caught. Not that he was subtle in the least but still, embarrassing.

James doesn’t seem to mind in the least.

“You’re blushing,” he notices.

Regulus' face is practically red at this point.

“Shut up,” he grumbles and James chuckles.

“No, no, I like it,” he says, voice soft. “Red looks good on you,” and then he proceed to fucking caressing his cheek.

It’s settled then, Regulus is living inside a romantic novel where making a fool out of yourself in front of someone you fancy is necessary and crop tops are a thing.

“What do you want?”

“Just wanting to say hello,” James says, eyes softening. “Hello,”

“Hi,” Regulus says, like an idiot.

“Fancy a Quidditch game with me?”

Regulus frowns. “Right now?”

“Why not?”

“You’re not wearing the proper gear,”

James smirks, “I think I will manage,”

This is a bad idea, a terrible one and Regulus knows it, everyone knows it and yet— “Lead the way then,”

James lets his hand drop from his face, and it takes all of Regulus not to chase the touch, but the feeling of loss is quickly replaced with excitement when he sees James holding his hand up for Regulus to take.

Regulus does, of course he does.

Hand in hand, they make it to the Quidditch pitch.

Together.

[hemmoangel]

“Twitch Thot Lu” pt 1

Word Count: 1,291

Warnings: You know this account and what we’re about. This is the beginning to something rated R!!!

A/N: Okay so this is an unedited prompt really to something I’m going to be working on and may turn in to a real series. Let me know if it’s okay. It needs work, and it’s bad rn but ugh let me know girl

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Luke fixed the headphones upon his curly head. He was really excited to stream today. The generous male donations had been abundant recently, and he attributed it to his friend Michael’s kitty ear headphones. They were bubblegum pink and shaped Luke’s gentle face perfectly.

“You can only borrow them!” Michael said to Luke.

“Of course,” Luke had responded.

But the truth is, Luke had been “borrowing” them for the fourth week in a row—the fourth week since he started his Twitch. Luke had always admired the pretty girls who earned thousands just playing video games and flirting with the camera. There was no reason a pretty boy couldn’t do that (He did both of those things on the daily anyways.He might as well be paid for it...).

He created an account and called himself, “Cheesetoastie11.” He regretted that silly name later because no one really took his channel seriously. Luke had five viewers for the first two weeks, and the lack of attention inspired him to get creative one day.

He came onto the screen in shorts that left nothing to the imagination, and he insisted on showing the camera them. They were silky and pink and strangled the flesh of his thick bum. He could rip them by bending over if he wanted.

“Hey guys! I just want to show everyone my cute shorts!” Luke giggled and fluffed his hair. “Let me know if you like them!”

The once empty live chat began to fill with comments from lonely old guys or supportive girls, and Luke quickly blew up for being the “thickest boy on Twitch.”

Now, revealing outfits and slutty actions defined Luke’s online persona. Various YouTubers even made commentary videos on how they disagreed with his content. That didn’t stop him. All publicity was good publicity. He was already receiving brand deals and fanmail in his P.O. box.

Irwin94 made a donation of $15

Irwin94: Are those the same headphones from when you started the channel?

“Yeah, I want to get more kitty ear headphones! These are Razor!” Luke responded to a curious fan in the chat. Suddenly, a notification for a contribution filled the room. Luke grinned.

Irwin94 made a donation of $150

Irwin94: Buy more. I want to see red ones.

“Aw! Thank you Irwin94! I will be able to with your lovely donation!” Luke giggled and bit his lip. “Anyways, guys, I was just going to talk today rather than play a game because I saved my progress, and yeah. I’m trying something different.”

Irwin94: You’re so beautiful. I’d be your sugar daddy.

Irwin94: I love your outfit. So perfect.

Luke blushed and tried not to get flustered on camera. This guy was more aggressively infatuated than many of his other fans. He didn’t want him to stop, but he couldn’t address it publicly or the fans would think he was showing favoritism, and maybe this guy was a murderer.

Irwin94: Q & A. I want to know about you.

Lukesbiggestfan: Q&A!!!

BrianLoganDales: Q&A gorgeous. We want to know about you.

The screen continued to light up with more responses. All of them really wanted Luke to do a question and answer, so he gave the people what they want.

“Oh okay! I’ll do a Q&A!” Luke squeaked a giggled and twirled his hair. “First question...”

He scrolled through the choices of questions on his desktop, then he looked at the webcam when he found a good one.

“Have you ever had sex?” Luke blushed and bit his lip. “I’ve never gone all the way, no.” He laughed awkwardly. The comments section went crazy, but the patron that caught Luke’s eye was Irwin94.

Irwin94: Let daddy fuck you.

Most of the comments said things like that, but Irwin94’s gave him butterflies and made him lose his place in the chat.

“O-Okay next question...” Luke coughed and bit his lip. “Will you bend over and touch your toes...sure! I don’t why you guys would want me to touch my toes, but okay.” He giggled. He was playing innocent.

Luke walked to the center of his room and softly caressed his legs as he bent down to grab his toes. He could hear more donations being made, and he could see the screen from the chat illuminating the entire room.

Irwin94: You’re making me desperate.

Luke shifted in his computer chair. He decided that after the stream, he needed to message this mysterious patron. “Next question...”

“Do you have a boyfriend? No, I don’t. Nobody in my area likes twinks,” He shrugged. “I’m a big bottom looking for a big top if anyone is interested.”

Luke said this in order to spark a response from Irwin94. Sure enough:

Irwin94: I’m a big top looking for a big bottom like you. You’re my dream boy, bunny.

“B-Bunny...” Luke accidentally said out loud and moaned. He almost drooled until he realized he was on camera and quickly regained control. “Sorry guys, I saw a bunny on my screen. I love bunnies!”

Luke continued the stream a flustered mess; there was no way he couldn’t discover who Irwin94 was. After he told his fans goodnight, he immediately sent Irwin94 a private message.

Cheesetoastie11: hey, i just really want to thank you for your donations, and i’m so flattered by all of your sweet comments.

The man responded within ten minutes.

Irwin94: There’s more where that came from if you were mine.

Cheesetoastie11: what’s your name?

Luke should feel ashamed for being so desperate for one of his patrons, but his curiosity was relentless.

Irwin94: Ashton Irwin

Cheesetoastie11: can i see a picture?

Irwin94: Can I?

Cheesetoastie11: we’ll both send one.

In his best red panties, Luke took a picture of himself in the mirror. He made sure his bum looked huge and his eyes looked innocent.

Ashton responded with a similar picture of himself in the mirror. He had golden skin, hazel eyes, and midnight black hair. He kind of looked like Elvis and James Dean had a baby. Luke had expected an old man, but this guy was beautiful.

Cheesetoastie11: omg. ur perfect.

Irwin94: I could say the same about you.

Cheesetoastie11: i know this is crazy, but we should snapchat or something...

Irwin94: My Snapchat handle is the same as Twitch

Luke added the handsome man on Snapchat. They spent the whole night sending cute pictures of themselves, and sometimes Luke would learn something about the mysterious boy. It was around 3 am when things started to get more heated, when Luke received a text from Ashton asking for his number.

Luke gave it to him, expecting a text, but his phone vibrated on the bed. Luke felt his stomach drop to his chest as he slowly answered.

“H-Hello? Ashton?”

“Hi, baby,” Ashton said in what Luke thought was the sexiest voice he’d even heard, but even better was that he recognized an Australian accent.

“Oh my gosh! You’re Australian too?! I didn’t expect you to call me,” Luke giggled softly.

“I didn’t expect you to notice me at all,” Ashton admitted.

“Nobody has ever said things like that to me,” Luke almost whispered and rolled in his bed with butterflies in his stomach.

“You’re the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen,” Ashton sighed. Luke whimpered in response.

“I want you to be my sugar daddy like you promised. Where do you live?!” Luke whined like a brat.

“Australia,” Ashton laughed.

“Obviously, but where,” Luke huffed.

“Sydney,” Ashton said.

“Can I meet you somewhere?” Luke rubbed his own thighs.

“I’d love to meet you and make you my sugar baby, pretty bunny,” Ashton said in a growl.

“Oh god. I’ll meet you at that coffee shop in downtown, okay?” Luke panted, daring to touch himself at the prospect of fucking a stranger.

“I can’t wait to make you flustered in person. I’ve waited a long time for this...” Ashton said softly.

[bananashemmo]

Committed The Robbery (Part 3)

Pairing: Y/N/Gangmember!Ashton

Rating: NC-17

Request: Yes

Parts: 1 | 2 

Summary: On a scale from 1 to shit, how fucked would Ashton be if he ended up banging the other gangmember Luke’s little sister Y/N?

Read Committed The Robbery on Wattpad

“Y/N what are you waiting for, come on!”

You confusedly zoned out from your thoughts by the sound one of the girls from your behind. You had been glaring at James for the past ten minutes standing less than 25 meters away from you, his eyes boring into yours despite his attention being on the football.

“I-, I’m coming.” You managed to say and blinked twice. You didn’t like the way he was staring at you but there was no way you could avoid it.

The weather was warm and nice, a little bit cloudy. It was perfect for today’s occasion, people wouldn’t be sweating outside like inside and you didn’t have to worry about the lack of guests that would show up.

Today was, as mentioned, unlike any other.

Every year at Sydney Falls College, an annual football game would be held. The rival was always the same, you had the record of winning almost every year and today shouldn’t be any different.

There was no doubt everyone was excited. The football team had been playing until the early mornings were met by the sun rising. They had been out of their dorms and arrived back just in time to take a shower and leave for early classes.

It had become some sort of ritual. Every year they were playing to win the massive golden trophy with the title, “College Of The Year.” It had been standing on your shelves with other trophies and they barely dared to take it out on this day every year.

You had only been a part of the school for a small three months. Being a Freshman in college definitely left you a bit confused and new, but when you thought about it you had caught up with the college history.

It was all about hating the other team as much as possible. When speaking about them it had to involve some sort of insult in your sentence, even the mascots for both teams hated each other.

It was only a rumor but one time you had heard the school had kidnapped the other mascot and locked it into the librarian’s room. She hadn’t taken notice of it before seeing a giant shark costume with a little human head in the middle of it.

You didn’t understand what the luck would be, a man dressed in a costume couldn't do that much? But it was important to the footballers and definitely also important to the school and headmaster Hughes.

The footballers were running back and forth and between cones with a ball each, wanting to warm up for the big show.

You had been standing on the sideline watching for a bit. Not that you wanted to but every time you were near James you couldn’t avoid watching where he was going.

He was almost like a shadow. Always there when you least expected it. It wasn’t often you saw him around campus but when you did, you couldn’t look anywhere else. It had become a habit you couldn’t get rid of.

It wasn’t that you weren’t occupied. In fact, you were a little bit behind but you had your reasons for it.

Starting out at college with the heavy weight of being Luke Hemmings’ little sister carried on your shoulders left a few disadvantages. It was hard trying to start new friendships when everyone was somehow avoiding and almost afraid of you.

Not that they were afraid of who you were as a person. Everyone knew you were fragile and could barely kill a bug. All they feared was to somehow hurt you because they knew how it would turn out.

Luke’s reputation was quite spoken between students. It was a hard start but you were also aware of it. You could have started at any other college but you decided to take this one.

Maybe it had a bit to do with the fact that everyone knew Luke. It meant that you didn’t have to explain how complicated and messed up your life was because he had been there to show everything that was about it.

Living alone with Luke also meant that it wasn’t that many options you had when it came to college. It was one of the cheapest around and you concluded by the huge amount of slackers it would be easy to get some good grades here and there.

You could kind of say you were the complete opposite of Luke. While he was shady and dark you were caring and rightful. He was the loud one at parties while you mostly avoided it, being the quieter one.

He had been taking care of you for as long as you knew. It wasn’t that many years ago your parents had left but even before that he had been the most protective one out of them all.

Nobody should ever mess with him or his little sister.

Safe to say when you showed up at your dorm for the first time you scared the hell out of your new dorm mate.

Not that you looked any scary, you had even decided to do something out of your attire just to give the best impression possible. It was with a huge smile and nicely blushed cheeks you walked into the room but it had changed quickly.

The frightened look on her face was priceless but also a very bad start for a new beginning.

She had a welcoming smile but it also faded away once she recognized you. You barely understood how she had been able to but you could barely keep a proper secret in this.

It was with a shaky voice she could barely say, “You’re Y/N Hemmings.”

From that, you knew what the clock had timed. All those thoughts running in her mind at once per milliseconds would be completely wrong. It would all be a picture made out of who you appeared to be, not how your personality was.

Her name was Alba, Albs for short. She seemed pretty geeky the second you came inside, her cheeks were covered with cute freckles and her hair was dark and short to her shoulders.

The way she was clutching onto her books and looked at you spoiled many things. She was a frightened person already, probably a bit misplaced in society and also seemed to be more afraid to speak to people than you were.

She was a perfect character, the way she dressed and the attitude she had. She could have been the typical victim in high school and too afraid to state her opinions unless it would be at a class where she knew she would be smarter than anyone else.

Lots of her stuff was already filling the room, she did look quite like a mess. She had her glasses resting in her hair and with so many books in her tiny body you were sure she would sooner than later drop them.

It was hard to break through to her. She seemed to be a very distant person at times but when getting to know her she was hilarious as hell.

Sure she was still a bit frightened when speaking to you but as days went by she seemed to loosen up. Telling more about herself and her family, it was quick that your friendship grew.

She knew what your background was and the intentions Luke and his friends had behind their actions. Not that she understood or respected it, but she was aware without having to walk around with a question mark printed in her forehead.

While she studied biology, which wasn’t that big of a surprise, she invested most of her time in her books. That was where you always found her, sitting with her knees to her chest and her back pressed against her pillows.

You, on the other hand, had a focus on law and enforcement which was pretty ironic considering the industry your brother was in.

It didn’t take long before you had settled with being used to each other. You slept around the same time, both of you were quiet people so it wasn’t like you hated each other by sharing a dorm.

But on the other hand, you were a bit more reckless compared to Alba.

When claiming that you wanted to be a part of the cheerleading squad she had laughed at first. In fact, she was laughing for five minutes straight before realizing that you were dead serious with your idea.

Why join the cheerleading squad she questioned. It was truly a really great question, you had never been the one to be in some sort of group when it came to high school but in college, you wanted the start of something different.

You were nervous as hell and it wasn’t like you had been in a group of many girls before. They almost seemed scarier than when Luke and his friends hung around selling drugs by the back of your old apartment.

It wasn’t that you were that athletic but it was a challenge and you liked it.

It would be a good way to get to know others, you had needed that when you were in high school but too afraid to say anything. You wanted a good new start and it was fun to look at the football players run around on the field sweaty.

But what you hadn’t given a thought was the fact that James had decided to be on the football team.

No doubt it was a coincidence, you knew he was a part of the football team in high school and it wasn’t much a surprise that he continued in college. It was his way of showing that he deep inside wasn’t just a horrible person towards girls.

When seeing him for the first time your heart skipped a beat and not in a good way. He was having that cocky smile on his face but made sure not to do anything because just like you, he wanted a clean start at college.

Where nobody had to fear him and see him as the villain. Here, he had gotten a few more friends and the girls were almost shouting over him. It didn’t make any sense to you because he still managed to get humiliated when Luke was around.

You could feel the cold sweat drip down from your back when you turned around and headed back to the other cheerleaders standing in a pile of girls.

It almost looked like a giant piece of chess game. The uniforms were cute, yet simple. They weren’t as slutty as they could have been at other colleges and you were allowed to wear shorts under the skirts.

Colors were just as simple as the fabric. Black and white to show the national colors of the college and with a large S in the middle for Sydney. On the back, you had numbers just like the football team almost as if you could match a boy and a girl.

You were happy that the colors were out of the ordinary instead of looking like someone in a giant pile of candy floss or some typical colors like red or blue.

They suited you well and were perfect for the weather. The girls were currently on their way to make a pyramid but of course, they were missing the last one to complete it.

“The game starts in twenty minutes. I need you all to smile and be prepared.” Joanna, the captain of the cheerleading squad announced with a matching bell between her lips.

She could be a bitch sometimes but deep inside was a sweetheart. The cheerleading was had huge importance in her life. It had been passed by for generations and it was also the reason why she was doing everything with big passion.

“I’m here.” You announced like it wasn’t obvious and placed your foot on the waiting hands to be lifted up and do your usual pose.

From this view, you were able to see everything. Guests were slowly filling out the many black seats that crowded the whole football field. The guys in the booth above the board with points were preparing everything. Currently, it was spelling “Welcome.”

You practiced twice a week and it was nice to get away with everything. It was also a benefit because your fitness became better and you could do stuff with your body you had never believed would be possible.

The nerves were obvious on the way you were standing because you were shaking more than usual.

This was your first official show. You had been to previous games before but you had always been sitting in the audience. Not right next to the football field with a team to accompany you.

Some were also nervous which was fine but you knew that if Joanna saw weakness she would snap you out of it. It was the best power she had in her mind.

“Okay, one last try of the pyramid before you get the last break. We’re talking five minutes, drink some water and go for a pee if needed.” She yelled at the top of her lungs to drown the loud sounds of the footballers from her behind.

They were chanting their usual song, the one that seemed to motive everyone and scream the lyrics as loud as possible.

You jumped down from the pyramid and stretched your arms to get away the feeling of heavyweight being pulled from your shoulders.

You knew it had to be quick with the lack of time you had but because of the sun, you needed some water from your locker in the changing rooms.

It wasn’t many that took the chance, being late with Joanna was like being late for classes with Mr. Talinn in law. Not something to mess with in college.

You and three others entered the changing rooms after taking the short run from the football field. Luckily enough a tunnel led to the rooms and with one quick check in your locker, you would be out in no time.

The music coming from above also spoiled that it was almost time, people were starting to cheer already and there was less than minutes left.

Alba had also sent you a text saying she was there. Usually she wouldn’t do such things like this because of her anxiety but she wanted to be a part of the “Squad” and most probably also see you make a huge fool of yourself.

Opening your locker to throw in your jacket and took out your water bottle you almost counted all the second you used.

You were almost more afraid of Joanna than someone else. But maybe that was a little too quickly said for sure.

“Care to share?”

You barely got the chance to swallow the water and the bottle was quickly dropped to the ground.

“Because with everything I’ve been put through that’s the least you can owe me,” James spoke through gritted teeth. He had revenge in his eyes and he was pressing you harshly against the lockers.

“Ver-,” You didn’t get the chance to yell for Veronica standing on the other side of the lockers reversed of yours to ask for help before he placed his large hand in front of your mouth.

You were a wiggling mess trying to grab as much attention possible but it was pointless. Veronica and whoever was around had left less than a minute after and it gave James the chance to do what he pleased without witnesses.

“Look at the little stunt your puppets pulled at me? Who do you think’s gonna pay for that?” He removed his hand to let you speak and showed you the burns and redness he had.

They hadn’t been that obvious on distance but you could tell how worse they had gotten by the days passing by. He had marks around his neck and they had turned into a deep shade of purple.

“Because of them I almost didn’t make it to the game. Hell, they nearly killed me! Coach Zurich was definitely worried considering my injuries. You know I could have easily spoiled anything but what could they do about it? So much for expelling them!”

You widened your eyes trying to get away but it was nearly impossible. He had you trapped in a way against the black lockers you couldn’t get away without injuring yourself badly.

“What do you expect when you started it?” You managed to say and felt his grip around you became stronger by your question.

“I started this? You know it goes way back. You know I just follow the steps of my brother.” He smiled in delight and managed to remove a strand of hair that had fallen in front of your eyes.

“The steps of your brother are to torment mine. I don’t have anything to do with this.” You flicked your head to get his hand away from your face. The hair was the least annoying thing right now.

“That’s where you misunderstand it, Y/N.” He almost spoke softly but it was only to annoy you even more.

“We’re the new generation and we need to pass it on. Your brother and mine hate each other so I thought why not do the same with you? You shouldn’t complain you know, using the excuse that you’re a girl doesn’t work in this society we currently live in.”

He was enjoying this so much. All the power he had over you, you figured out he had been waiting on the football field until you would leave. It was why he had been staring at you with the same common smirk.

“And you know what the best part about this is?” He asked and leaned his mouth to your ear, “Both you and Luke gets the chance to suffer.”

“Suffer from what? My knuckles hurting after beating you senseless?”

It was almost too good to be true when you heard the sound of Luke. He was standing by the end of the lockers with a smirk better than James’ could ever wear and had the boys behind his back.

“I’ll survive.” He spoke and in a split second, James let you go.

You knew it wasn’t amusing at all but seeing the other boys were a bit hilarious. They had loaded their hands from the small shop upstairs, Michael was having a large bag of popcorn in his arms and ate them almost intensely.

“Now leave her before I tore out your spleen with my hands.” Luke made a small nod with his head just to prove his seriousness.

“Do it!” Michael chanted from his behind, he and Calum watching like it was some sort of great movie with their popcorn and candy.

Luke didn’t say anything but had his arms crossed and waited impatiently. He didn’t flick a muscle and kept the intense eye contact with James as he walked past the boys to get to the exit of the changing rooms.

You were still pressed against the lockers but it was with a huge sigh of relief.

“After what we did it was simple logic he would go straight for your throat once he had the opportunity,” Luke explained when you shared eye contact and you hurried towards him to be wrapped up for a hug.

“Couldn’t really let that happen, huh?” He said more quietly and smiled when you leaned your chin on the top of his shoulders.

Ashton was standing behind with a satisfied smile on his face. He wasn’t saying anything and neither had he done something but the fact that he wanted to show up made you realize how much you appreciated it.

“Thank you.” It wasn’t said out loud but you knew he would understand from your silent language, he made a wink with his eye and turned around.

“Are you staying to watch the game?” You asked and closed your locker.

“It seems like it.” Luke nodded his head towards the popcorn and candy, Michael and Calum walking in front while you stood with him and Ash.

It wasn’t often that he was a part of these things but since he was here he wanted to see what was going on. He knew they were expelled but in the massive pile of people, they most probably wouldn’t get recognized.

“Nice outfit,” Ashton commented once Luke hurried up to grab a few popcorns once you came outside. You suspected it more to be him hiding behind the popcorn to make sure nobody would recognize him.

Rolling your eyes by his words you lifted up one of your pong pongs to shake them in his face, just to be a tease like him.

“You know we have this party later.” He announced causally, you knew they had been talking about it before but this time he made it official.

“A party? Sounds like a mess already.” You smiled and squeezed your eyes by the bright sun in your face once you were out of the changing rooms and back on the field.

You could almost pre-call all the early parties they had been hosting. It always ended up in a huge mess and it was the reason why you never had parties at yours and Luke’s old apartment. But things changed since they had moved together.

“If you want you could join you know... With Luke’s permission of course.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You scratched your arm almost nervously and looked up at him apologizing.

You weren’t sure why he was asking but it definitely sounded like a bad idea. You knew it would end up in you just talking in the corner with someone throughout the hall night and it had been a long weak.

You just needed some sort of peace.

“I’ve got some studying to do. I’m sure you still know how the feeling of that is.” You were a little bit cocky but it was okay. He could handle it, almost being the worst one of the two of you.

“Indeed.” He agreed and ran a hand through his curls, stopping by the entrance to the stairs leading up to the many chairs.

“We’ll be keeping an eye on you,” Luke said as he looked over his shoulder and made a motion with his fingers.

“Please don’t.” You grinned lightly and smiled at their direction before following the group of cheerleaders screaming at the top of their lunges and heading towards their position on the field.

[bananashemmo]

Committed The Robbery (Part 4)

Pairing: Y/N/Gangmember!Ashton

Rating: NC-17

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3

Summary: On a scale from 1 to shit, how fucked would Ashton be if he ended up banging the other gangmember Luke’s little sister Y/N?

Committed The Robbery on Wattpad

“Y/N what are you waiting for, come on!”

You confusedly zoned out from your thoughts by the sound one of the girls from your behind. You had been glaring at James for the past ten minutes standing less than 25 meters away from you, his eyes boring into yours despite his attention being on the football.

“I-, I’m coming.” You managed to say and blinked twice. You didn’t like the way he was staring at you but there was no way you could avoid it.

The weather was warm and nice, a little bit cloudy. It was perfect for today’s occasion, people wouldn’t be sweating outside like inside and you didn’t have to worry about the lack of guests that would show up.

Today was, as mentioned, unlike any other.

Every year at Sydney Falls College, an annual football game would be held. The rival was always the same, you had the record of winning almost every year and today shouldn’t be any different.

There was no doubt everyone was excited. The football team had been playing until the early mornings were met by the sun rising. They had been out of their dorms and arrived back just in time to take a shower and leave for early classes.

It had become some sort of ritual. Every year they were playing to win the massive golden trophy with the title, “College Of The Year.” It had been standing on your shelves with other trophies and they barely dared to take it out on this day every year.

You had only been a part of the school for a small three months. Being a Freshman in college definitely left you a bit confused and new, but when you thought about it you had caught up with the college history.

It was all about hating the other team as much as possible. When speaking about them it had to involve some sort of insult in your sentence, even the mascots for both teams hated each other.

It was only a rumor but one time you had heard the school had kidnapped the other mascot and locked it into the librarian’s room. She hadn’t taken notice of it before seeing a giant shark costume with a little human head in the middle of it.

You didn’t understand what the luck would be, a man dressed in a costume couldn't do that much? But it was important to the footballers and definitely also important to the school and headmaster Hughes.

The footballers were running back and forth and between cones with a ball each, wanting to warm up for the big show.

You had been standing on the sideline watching for a bit. Not that you wanted to but every time you were near James you couldn’t avoid watching where he was going.

He was almost like a shadow. Always there when you least expected it. It wasn’t often you saw him around campus but when you did, you couldn’t look anywhere else. It had become a habit you couldn’t get rid of.

It wasn’t that you weren’t occupied. In fact you were a little bit behind but you had your reasons for it.

Starting out at college with the heavy weight of being Luke Hemmings’ little sister carried on your shoulders left a few disadvantages. It was hard trying to start new friendships when everyone was somehow avoiding and almost afraid of you.

Not that they were afraid of who you were as a person. Everyone knew you were fragile and could barely kill a bug. All they feared was to somehow hurt you because they knew how it would turn out.

Luke’s reputation was quite spoken between students. It was a hard start but you were also aware of it. You could have started at any other college but you decided to take this one.

Maybe it had a bit to do with the fact that everyone knew Luke. It meant that you didn’t have to explain how complicated and messed up your life was because he had been there to show everything that was about it.

Being and orphan with Luke also meant that it wasn’t that many options you had when it came to college. It was one of the cheapest around and you concluded by the huge amount of slackers it would be easy to get some good grades here and there.

You could kind of say you were the complete opposite of Luke. While he was shady and dark you were caring and rightful. He was the loud one at parties while you mostly avoided it, being the quieter one.

He had been taking care of you for as long as you knew. It wasn’t that many years ago your parents had passed away but even before that he had been the most protective one out of them all.

Nobody should ever mess with him or his little sister.

Safe to say when you showed up at your dorm for the first time you scared the hell out of your new dorm mate.

Not that you looked any scary, you had even decided to do something out of your attire just to give the best impression possible. It was with a huge smile and nicely blushed cheeks you walked into the room but it had changed quickly.

The frightened look on her face was priceless but also a very bad start for a new beginning.

She had a welcoming smile but it also faded away once she recognized you. You barely understood how she had been able to but you could barely keep a proper secret in this.

It was with a shaky voice she could barely say, “You’re Y/N Hemmings.”

From that you knew what the clock had timed. All those thoughts running in her mind at once per milliseconds would be completely wrong. It would all be a picture made out of who you appeared to be, not how your personality was.

Her name was Alba, Albs for short. She seemed pretty geeky the second you came inside, her cheeks were covered with cute freckles and her hair was dark and short to her shoulders.

The way she was clutching onto her books and looked at you spoiled many things. She was a frightened person already, probably a bit misplaced in society and also seemed to be more afraid to speak to people than you were.

She was the perfect character, the way she dressed and the attitude she had. She could have been the typical bully in high school and too afraid to state her opinions unless it would be at a class where she knew she would be smarter than anyone else.

Lots of her stuff was already filling the room, she did look quite like a mess. She had her glasses resting in her hair and with so many books in her tiny body you were sure she would sooner than later drop them.

It was hard to break through to her. She seemed to be a very distant person at times but when getting to know her she was hilarious as hell.

Sure she was still a bit frightened when speaking to you but as days went by she seemed to loosen up. Telling more about herself and her family, it was quick that your friendship grew.

She knew what your background was and the intentions Luke and his friends had behind their actions. Not that she understood or respected it, but she was aware without having to walk around with a question mark printed in her forehead.

While she studied biology, which wasn’t that big of a surprise, she invested most of her time in her books. That was where you always found her, sitting with her knees to her chest and her back pressed against her pillows.

You on the other hand had focus on law and enforcement which was pretty iconic considering the industry your brother was in.

It didn’t take long before you had settled with being used to each other. You slept around the same time, both of you were quiet people so it wasn’t like you hated each other by sharing a dorm.

But on the other hand, you were a bit more reckless compared to Alba.

When claiming that you wanted to be a part of the cheerleading squad she had laughed at first. In fact, she was laughing for five minutes straight before realizing that you were dead serious with your idea.

Why join the cheerleading squad she questioned. It was truly a really great question, you had never been the one to be in some sort of group when it came to high school but in college you wanted the start of something different.

You were nervous as hell and it wasn’t like you had been in a group of many girls before. They almost seemed scarier than when Luke and his friends hung around selling drugs by the back of your apartment.

It wasn’t that you were that athletic but it was a challenge and you liked it.

It would be a good way to get to know others, you had needed that when you were in high school but too afraid to say anything. You wanted a good new start and it was fun to look at the football players run around on the field sweaty.

But what you hadn’t given a thought was the fact that James had decided to be on the football team.

No doubt it was a coincidence, you knew he was a part of the football team in high school and it wasn’t much a surprise that he continued in college. It was his way of showing that he deep inside wasn’t just a horrible person towards girls.

When seeing him for the first time your heart skipped a beat and not in the good way. He was having that cocky smile on his face but made sure not to do anything because just like you he wanted a clean start at college.

Where nobody had to fear him and see him as the villain. Here, he had gotten a few more friends and the girls were almost shouting over him. It didn’t make any sense to you because he still managed to get humiliated when Luke was around.

You could feel the cold sweat drip down from your back when you turned around and headed back to the other cheerleaders standing in a pile of girls.

It almost looked like a giant piece of chess game. The uniforms were cute, yet simple. They weren’t as slutty as they could have been at other colleges and you were allowed to wear shorts under the skirts.

Colors were just as simple as the fabric. Black and white to show the national colors of the college and with a large S in the middle for Sydney. On the back you had numbers just like the football team almost as if you could match a boy and a girl.

You were happy that the colors were out of the ordinary instead of looking like someone in a giant pile of candy floss or some typical colors like red or blue.

They suited you well and were perfect for the weather. The girls were currently on their way to make a pyramid but of course they were missing the last one to complete it.

“The game starts in twenty minutes. I need you all to smile and be prepared.” Joanna, the captain of the cheerleading squad announced with a matching bell between her lips.

She could be a bitch sometimes but deep inside was a sweetheart. The cheerleading was had huge importance in her life. It had been passed by for generations and it was also the reason why she was doing everything with big passion.

“I’m here.” You announced like it wasn’t obvious and placed your foot on the waiting hands to be lifted up and do your usual pose.

From this view you were able to see everything. Guests were slowly filling out the many black seats that crowded the whole football field. The guys in the booth above the board with points were preparing everything. Currently it was spelling “Welcome.”

You practiced twice a week and it was nice to get away with everything. It was also a benefit because your fitness became better and you could do stuff with your body you had never believed would be possible.

The nerves were obvious on the way you were standing because you were shaking more than usual.

This was your first official show. You had been to previous games before but you had always been sitting in the audience. Not right next to the football field with a team to accompany you.

Some were also nervous which was fine but you knew that if Joanna saw weakness she would snap you out of it. It was the best power she had in her mind.

“Okay one last try of the pyramid before you get the last break. We’re talking five minutes, drink some water and go for a pee if needed.” She yelled at the top of her lunges to drown the loud sounds of the footballers from her behind.

They were chanting their usual song, the one that seemed to motive everyone and scream the lyrics as loud as possible.

You jumped down from the pyramid and stretched your arms to get away the feeling of heavy weight being pulled from your shoulders.

You knew it had to be a quick with the lack of time you had but because of the sun you needed some water from your locker in the changing rooms.

It wasn’t many that took the chance, being late with Joanna was like being late for classes with Mr. Talinn in law. Not something to mess with in college.

You and three others entered the changing rooms after taking the short run from the football field. Luckily enough a tunnel lead to the rooms and with one quick check in your locker you would be out in no time.

The music coming from above also spoiled that it was almost time, people were starting to cheer already and there was less than minutes left.

Alba had also sent you a text saying she was there. Usually she wouldn’t do such things like this because of her anxiety but she wanted to be a part of the “Squad” and most probably also see you make a huge fool of yourself.

Opening your locker to throw in your jacket and took out your water bottle you almost counted all the second you used.

You were almost more afraid of Joanna than someone else. But maybe that was a little too quickly said for sure.

“Care to share?”

You barely got the chance to swallow the water and the bottle was quickly dropped to the ground.

“Because with everything I’ve been put through that’s the least you can own me.” James spoke through gritted teeth. He had revenge in his eyes and he was pressing you harshly against the lockers.

“Ver-,” You didn’t get the chance to yell for Veronica standing on the other side of the lockers reversed of yours to ask for help before he placed his large hand in front of your mouth.

You were a wiggling mess trying to grab as much attention possible but it was pointless. Veronica and whoever was around had left less than a minute after and it gave James the chance to do what he pleased without witnesses.

“Look at the little stunt your puppets pulled at me? Who do you think’s gonna pay for that?” He removed his hand to let you speak and showed you the burns and redness he had.

They hadn’t been that obvious on distance but you could tell how worse they had gotten by the days passing by. He had marks around his neck and they had turned into a deep shade of purple.

“Because of them I almost didn’t make it to the game. Hell they nearly killed me! Coach Zurich was definitely worried considering my injuries. You know I could have easily spoiled anything but what could they do about it? So much for expelling them!”

You widened your eyes trying to get away but it was nearly impossible. He had you trapped in a way against the black lockers you couldn’t get away without injuring yourself badly.

“What do you expect when you started it?” You managed to say and felt his grip around you became stronger by your question.

“I started this? You know it goes way back. You know I just follow the steps of my brother.” He smiled in delight and managed to remove a strand of hair that had fallen in front of your eyes.

“The steps of your brother are to torment mine. I don’t have anything to do with this.” You flicked your head to get his hand away from your face. The hair was the least annoying thing right now.

“That’s where you misunderstand it, Y/N.” He almost spoke softly but it was only to annoy you even more.

“We’re the new generation and we need to pass it on. Your brother and mine hate each other so I thought why not do the same with you? You shouldn’t complain you know, using the excuse that you’re a girl doesn’t work in this society we currently live in.”

He was enjoying this so much. All the power he had over you, you figured out he had been waiting on the football field until you would leave. It was why he had been staring at you with the same common smirk.

“And you know what the best part about this is?” He asked and leaned his mouth to your ear, “Both you and Luke gets the chance to suffer.”

“Suffer from what? My knuckles hurting after beating you senseless?”

It was almost too good to be true when you heard the sound of Luke. He was standing by the end of the lockers with a smirk better than James’ could ever be and had the boys behind his back.

“I’ll survive.” He spoke and in a split second James let you go.

You knew it wasn’t amusing at all but seeing the other boys were a bit hilarious. They had loaded their hands from the small shop upstairs, Michael was having a large bag of popcorn in his arms and ate them almost intensely.

“Now leave her before I tore out your spleen with my hands.” Luke made a small nod with his head just to prove his seriousness.

“Do it!” Michael chanted from his behind, he and Calum watching like it was some sort of great movie with their popcorn and candy.

Luke didn’t say anything but had his arms crossed and waited impatiently. He didn’t flick a muscle and kept the intense eye contact with James as he walked past the boys to get to the exit of the changing rooms.

You were still pressed against the lockers but it was with a huge sigh of relief.

“After what we did it was simple logic he would go straight for your throat once he had the opportunity.” Luke explained when you shared eye contact and you hurried towards him to be wrapped up for a hug.

“Couldn’t really let that happen, huh?” He said more quietly and smiled when you leaned your chin on the top of his shoulders.

Ashton was standing behind with a satisfied smile on his face. He wasn’t saying anything and neither had he done something but the fact that he wanted to show up made you realize how much you appreciated it.

“Thank you.” It wasn’t said out loud but you knew he would understand from your silent language, he made a wink with his eye and turned around.

“Are you staying to watch the game?” You asked and closed your locker.

“It seems like it.” Luke nodded his head towards the popcorn and candy, Michael and Calum walking in front while you stood with him and Ash.

It wasn’t often that he was a part of these things but since he was here he wanted to see what was going on. He knew they were expelled but in the massive pile of people they most probably wouldn’t get recognized.

“Nice outfit.” Ashton commented once Luke hurried up to grab a few popcorns once you came outside. You suspected it more to be him hiding behind it to make sure nobody would recognize him.

Rolling your eyes by his words you lifted up one of your pong pongs to shake them in his face, just to be a tease like him.

“You know we have this party later.” He announced causally, you knew they had been talking about it before but this time he made it official.

“A party? Sounds like a mess already.” You smiled and squeezed your eyes by the bright sun in your face once you were out of the changing rooms and back on the field.

You could almost pre call all the early parties they had been hosting. It always ended up in a huge mess and it was the reason why you never had parties at yours and Luke’s apartment. It was all now hosted in Ashton and the others’ new apartment.

“If you want you could join you know... With Luke’s permission of course.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You scratched your arm almost nervously and looked up at him apologizing.

You weren’t sure why he was asking but it definitely sounded like a bad idea. You knew it would end up in you just talking in the corner with someone throughout the hall night and it had been a long weak.

You just needed some sort of peace.

“I’ve got some studying to do. I’m sure you still know how the feeling of that is.” You were a little bit cocky but it was okay. He could handle it, almost being the worst one of the two of you.

“Indeed.” He agreed and ran a hand through his curls, stopping by the entrance to the stairs leading up to the many chairs.

“We’ll be keeping an eye on you.” Luke said as he looked over his shoulder and made a motion with his fingers.

“Please don’t.” You grinned lightly and smiled at their direction before following the group of cheerleaders screaming at the top of their lunges and heading towards their position on the field.