#I don’t love the idea of being in the airport for five more… omg

[geek-fashionista]

Eight hours later we are finally in Texas.

All our connecting flights were snatched up, but they’ve added another one at 10pm.

We were supposed to be home three hours ago.

Due to the aforementioned weather, Dallas has called a ground stop twice, leaving us stranded on the runway in Denver.

On the one hand, very glad they’re not trying to fly us into that mess.

On the other hand, anxiety medication wearing off, haven’t had real food, no water in fOUR HOURS—

[nadvs]

Started rewatching oth because of basketball rafe 😊 do you think they would ever have a Naley moment where their future together is uncertain and they’re both terrified and sad without one another but have no idea how to make it better or fix it?

aw omg i have been craving an oth rewatch!! naley are one of my fav tv couples ever 🥺

based on this fic

they have times of uncertainty. the roughest patch of their relationship is when he gets an nba contract. they’ve only been official for about five months on the night of the draft, haven’t even said their first i love you’s (the commitment-phobia sticks around for both of them for a while), but they don’t want to throw away what they have so they’re determined to stay together.

she still has a year left of college, so she stays put while he moves to a city that’s a three-hour flight away. he’s nervous about if they’ll make it long distance because he’s afraid of losing her, but she sees his nerves as him not having confidence in them. because they’re both so on edge, it turns into a nasty fight. they carry that fight for a while because at one point, she said if breaking up is inevitable, might as well do it now because she’s so pessimistic about relationships actually working out for her and he was crushed that she even brought the option up because he has rly bad abandonment issues so he said you were never really in this in the first place.

at one point, both of them think they’re just too alike to make it work because they both have short tempers and fight dirty.

when he leaves, they’re still dating but on really shaky ground, and because his schedule gets so full, he hardly has time for calls. she eventually starts to worry about him being unfaithful because he has all this fame now and that drives them apart even more.

it’s rough. he can’t afford to lose focus so he distances himself. she refuses to be clingy so she distances herself, too. they don’t talk for days and he’s so stressed out that they’re broken up but haven’t said the words to make it official. they take a break without even really deciding to.

and when they start talking again, because he calls her one night after a day off where he finally feels like himself, they’re both angry at each other for being able to go so long without talking. she asks why he didn’t invite her to visit, he says he wouldn’t even have time for her. another long, painful fight.

but like naley, they grow as individuals and as a couple. it’s a lengthy, tearful phone call and she eventually says “can we not jump to blame and to say things just to hurt each other? i think we needed that break.” and he’s hurt that they’d need time apart, but he agrees.

while they’re on the phone, he looks for flights. he can’t leave the city with his training schedule, but he tells her “even if it’s for five minutes, i need to see you. can you come?” and he books the flight for her that weekend. when he sees her at the airport, he actually starts to cry because of the pressure and the loneliness and missing her. it’s taken a toll on him.

he gets recognized by a fan at the airport and it shows her just how much his life has changed and it makes her nervous all over again. she knows it’s best to be direct about it because that’s how they always did things, so she tells him in the car that she knows she’s part of his old life but she hopes she can be in his new life too and it actually breaks his heart hearing her have any worries about that. he knows he fucked up by allowing her to feel that way, but still has issues with his pride because how could she doubt they’d make it work?

they get to his penthouse. he shows her his view and it’s even nicer than when she saw it on on their facetime call. and because it’s been so long, and even though they have so much to talk about, they rush into sleeping together and it’s clear how much they’ve missed each other from the way they kiss and hold each other.

after, they fall asleep. and over food, they have a difficult conversation. they discuss how they should have set expectations for calls or visits. how different their lives are now but it doesn’t mean it just won’t work. how this is just a tough time but they’ll make it.

“so that wasn’t goodbye sex?” he says in a moment of vulnerability. he hasn’t expressed fear of her leaving him in ages. she’s touched that he actually seems hurt by the prospect of a break-up. and she reassures him over and over until he believes her. they fall into an argument again. that’s when they share their first i love you’s. and then, finally, they’re good.

when she leaves, they’re at peace. they’re best friends again. the communication over long distance never gets perfect, but it gets better. every so often, they just have to remember that nine times out of ten, if they’re being grumpy with each other, it’s because they miss each other.

it’s a long, painful talk about if she should move in with him once she graduates, because she gets offered a great internship in her field at home. she still has lingering fears of commitment and she knows how hypocritical that is, considering how many times she’s gotten upset with him for acting like he’s not confident in their relationship.

he’s the one who tells her to just take the internship because he knows she’ll regret if she doesn’t. so, she completes a six month contract. it’s so much harder for her to visit with her new 9 to 5. they argue. they go through silent spells.

soon after, he has a horrible week and admits to her that he’s been off his game, playing like shit because he’s just so tired. she makes something up to tell her boss that she needs a week off for and surprises him and flies to him on her own dime.

he’s so relieved to see her that it’s like he’s breathing for the first time in months.

and they make it work. because they can’t imagine a world where they don’t. she moves in with him after her internship is up. she spends time looking for a job, being a ‘stay at home girlfriend’, and he keeps telling her he makes more than enough for the two of them, but she’s determined to still be independent in some way.

and they have some rough nights. some almost break-ups. but it never actually happens, because they love each other too much. eventually, they don’t have explosive fights anymore. they bicker, but it never gets as bad as it was, because they’re so sure of their relationship and because they grow to become healthier, better people for each other.

[t0ast-ghost]

HIIII Episode 10 (Dagger Of The Mind) time! I made it to ten! Now only… one.. seven… twenty… seventy four episodes to go!

Here’s the review:

- remember kids; when trying to beam something down to a penal colony they have to remove their shields first

- that is a whole ass man.. HOW DID YOU MISS THAT WHOLE ASS MAN

- no but seriously even airports can check for human tissue like- I forgot this was made in the 60s I’m stupid stfu t0ast

- “more like a resort colony” my ass, Kirk

- BONES!!! He just kinda stands on the bridge (for no reason) and stares at what’s happening (at Jim)

- wow two redshirts dead in five minutes

- okay Bones walks over to Spock FOR NO REASON and I’m pretty sure he just wants to bicker

- my name is WHAT my name is WHO my name CHICKACHICKA Van Gelder

- why would destroying one control panel kill the ship?!? Design flaw imo

- “that doesn’t ring true” what are you a truth detector? I thought he was a doctor

- I love Bones “going against” Kirk (he’s smiling the whole damn time) and Spock backing him up

- “oh yeah I’m sending down Dr. Noel” REVEAL SHES A WOMAN OH MY GOD

- why’d he need to bring Spock down to the transporter room? Emotional support? He’d miss his boyfriend?

- Lethe? Isn’t that the river of uhhh- ummm ugmmm… I forgor

- I like whatever was happening with the light in Lethe’s eyes

- awwwe Spock and Bones working together

- STOP CUTTING OFF DR. NOEL

- WHY WOULD YOU STAY THERE OVERNIGHT?!? Kirk would NOT survive a horror movie. He’d be first to die (comment down below)

- McCoy is like “Our boyfriend could be in danger, use your damn mind magic”

- OHHH OKAY I SEE WHY VULANS MEDITATE. The words he speaks to Van Gelder are a lot like being lead through meditation

- I LOBE THIS SCENE! The dialogue from Van Gelder, the movements and prompts from Spock, MCCOYS FACIAL EXPRESSIONS

- Kirk catapulting into danger right after they TOLD HIM NOT TO

- “and now she’s gone” “helen” I thought he was gonna shout or smt so when he just said “helen” it got me

- you know how this would be so much more tragic? If (canonically) Kirk was dating someone else aboard the ship *cough* you know *cough cough* and then the evil doctor implanted the idea he was in love with Dr. Noel and then him having to deal with the idea of loving both her and the other… anyway

- “Kirk to enterprise.. ughhkghjkk”

- He is literally the worst.. girlfailure

- people are too good at hiding in plain sight

- KIRK NOT AFRAID TO PUNCH A BITCH

- she- she just killed a guy.. good for her

- THE FUCKIN- the sitcom ass look Spock gives Jim like “oh really dr Adams did this”

- MCCOY!!! yeah he’s around. HE’S DEAD JIM MOME- oh no “he’s dead, captain” goddamnit Bones

- “can you imagine the mind emptied by that thing. Without even a tormentor” was a line most definitely meant for Spock and Bones but Dr.Noel saying “I understand” reminds me that she is indeed there not just observing but participating

- Bones just causally leaning against the back of his chair

- does he know? Does he even know that most medical officers don’t normally lean like that against your chair?

- OMG I SAW A POST ABOUT THE “it’s hard to believe a man could die of loneliness” “not when he’s sat in that room” AND THEN KIRK LOOKS OVER TO SPOCK AND SMILES

- he’s so surrounded by loved ones bro is beaming

Anyway all in all a good tenth episode!

I made a master list of all my Star Trek tos thought posts :D

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 157

The Girl with the Dungeons and Dragons Tattoo/The Doctor’s Wife

“The Girl with the Dungeons and Dragons Tattoo”

Plot Description: an unsuspecting but hip hacker is hired by Dick Roman to break through Frank’s firewall and gain information in the Winchesters

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: No one died

Oh. The Leviathans are doing a “fun” little eugenics project before before just turning humans into breakfast, lunch, and dinner

Well, I guess Frank IS dead. Sorry Frank.

Awww I love Charlie 💖 she and I have similar looking work desk

Dick’s EXTREMELY THINLY veiled metaphors…they’re not even metaphors. He’s explicitly saying his plans, they just sound like hyperbole

Ooooo Bobby is gonna turn vengeful but I don’t think it’s gonna be Dick

Damn near choked on my lunch when Dick told Charlie’s boss that she was in the same league as Bruce Springsteen and Eli Manning as irreplaceable people…where he is absolutely replaceable like Tim Tebow…and Joe Biden. Just DYING here

I’m trying to get a better look at Charlie’s apartment decor…just looks cool. They’re making plans to break into Dick’s office

Dammit Bobby…DAMMIT BOBBY. You can’t just hitch a ride in Charlie’s bag via flask

I know it was fine and culturally relevant at the time this came out to reference [fandom redacted], but it does sour my mood

I can’t believe the writers pretended that even just the description of Charlie’s tattoo isn’t at all sexy…

The WAY Dean is so very good at walking Charlie through flirting with men

You know that vague sense of unease you get at the end of Blink because you have no idea which statues all over the place could be Weeping Angels? I’m getting that way with every background extra for Leviathans, and like…much more than I had with any demons

Oh. Except the background extras from the private airport were actually………Sam and Dean

No, Bobby. Stay focused.

God he’s so creepy. Which is good for a billionaire who’s also a biblical monster but damn. It does seem like a fun role to get to play

Don’t put what to do about Bobby on the back burner guyssssss

“The Doctor’s Wife”

Plot Description: The Doctor is lured to a sentient asteroid outside of the Universe by a Time Lord distress signal and soon realises his TARDIS is in grave danger.

I just…why would he trust that the distress call ACTUALLY can’t from “one of the good” Time Lords??

And that’s what you get for buying that lie

OMG I FORGOT NEIL WROTE THIS ONE!!! Mr Gaiman, I’m sorry for being incredulous, but god I hope he doesn’t ever see this

“Biting’s excellent! It’s like kissing only there’s a winner.” Did he write this from/for present day tumblr??

Like…I KNOW what “the little boxes will make you angry” means but it’s another thing to HEAR all those Time Lords that got lured there

Michael Sheen as House is just…..he HAS THE RANGE, DARLING

Omggggg his sad little “don’t we all?” when Amy tells him he wants to be forgiven for what he did to Gallifrey 😭😭😭

That’s not good…

I do have a much different reaction to the reveal of how House repairs Uncle and Auntie than I probably did when I first saw this episode. I’ll hold off on whether it’s at all their fault too til later

Not saying that the Doctor isn’t right to be angry at the situation, but can Uncle and Auntie REALLY be blames?

Oh, Idris/the TARDIS is such a Gaiman character (affectionate, absolutely affectionate) from my experience with his work

Oh noooo, House just abducted Amy and Rory. That…is gonna be the worst mistake it made

OMG 💀 Uncle and Auntie are literally just like

The TARDIS calls Amy the orange girl. Cute

Wait, is…is this the one where Amy and Rory have to face all sorts of horrors in the TARDIS??

BOLD of the Doctor to look at the TARDIS junkyard and not think at all about how HIS TARDIS will feel about piecing together a new TARDIS out of parts of old ones after his reaction to the repairs on Uncle and Auntie…..just sayin

Oh. It is…I think.

She always took him where he needed to go ❤️❤️

Nooooooo. There it is, Amy and Rory got separated…again and again. I hate the pain they go through in this one. She’s done nothing wrong but he’ll yell at her because she’s made him wait again after already waiting 2000 years

Like…did he think he could JUST BUILD a TARDIS without putting the soul of a TARDIS in it??

Look. I know House is messing with them and all, but if I found out there was ANY possibility that I could believe the person I was with could loathe me so much that they’d write “KILL [NAME] DIE [NAME] HATE [NAME]” over and over and over all over the corridor where they died??? I don’t think I could so easily and so quickly run into their arms even when I found out that was an illusion. Yeah, I’d still go with them, but…..

I’m also having a different reaction to the whole the name of the TARDIS thing…

Oh it’s nice to see Nine/Ten’s control room again, at least i think that’s what it was. Feels so long ago now

“She’s the TARDIS?!” “And a woman” “did you wish really hard?” “Shut up, not like that”

There are some REALLY good lines. Great job, Neil!!“Fear me, I’ve killed hundreds of Time Lords” “Fear me, I killed them all”

She just wanted to tell him hello. She stole him away from Gallifrey seven hundred years ago and only got to say hello this once after all that time

[illicitlimerence-writes]

close friends | t. holland

pairing: tom holland x fem!reader word count: 3.1k warnings: some language, some angst if u squint. otherwise it's just fluff and tom being tom. didn't proofread this. a/n: so tumblr decided to be a little bitch and deleted this t w i c e. so i had to write this t h r e e times. this came up in my head after i got like three notifications that tom posted something on his ig story, and then it turned out he deleted them. as always, english isn't my first language so i'm sorry if this gets confusing bye. also, i was listening to cardigan by taylor swift as i wrote this.

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so we all know tom sucks at instagram. that's a surprise to literally no one. no matter how many times you tried to teach him he still doesn't get it, and it was only a matter of time before he finally posted something he shouldn't have.

it was just one of those days, you missed him like hell. he was away filming the third spiderman, and you had to stay behind because of work.

naturally, you relied on face time and texts to survive and fill the void he left behind. you loved talking to him, listening as he rambled on and on about his adventures on set. a love-struck look on your face as you tried your hardest to stay awake despite the urge to close your eyes.

eventually, sleep took over you, and you drifted off with the sound of his voice lulling you to sleep. he stopped talking abruptly when he didn't hear your soft chuckling in reply to the story he was telling.

instead, he saw your sleeping figure, long steady breaths moving your chest up and down. and he cursed himself for making you stay up so late for him. he took one last look at you, taking a screenshot of your sleeping form.

he quickly hung up the video call and opened instagram instead, uploading the screenshot to his story,

'missing my favorite girl, thank you so much for everything you do for me. x @yourusername'

the next morning you woke up to the sound of your phone buzzing. at first, thought someone had died as one notification after another filled your screen. most of them came from instagram, so you opened that app first.

thousands upon thousands of mentions, tags and new followers. you frowned, and suddenly a text from your friend popped up at the top of your screen.

'omg just saw his story. so happy for u both'

who's story? what was going on?

you refreshed your timeline, and tom's icon appeared, a colorful circle around it. an odd feeling sank in your stomach. you tapped his icon and suddenly your screen was full of... you.

a picture of you, sleeping. tom's smiling form in a small rectangle on the bottom right corner.

oh god. you read the words he wrote, over and over again. your heart pounding in your chest, and a sudden wave of fear ran through your body. but then you read his words once more, and all you could feel was love. pure, unconditional affection.

sure, your families and closest friends knew about you, but you hadn't talked about making your relationship public yet, but there was nothing you could do now.

you sighed, leaning back on your pillows. a small chuckle left your throat.

you grabbed your phone once again, quickly facetiming tom. you knew he had an early call today, and you hoped you could catch him while he was still in his hotel.

it ran once, twice, and then you saw him, hair all over the place, bare chest. hands rubbing sleep off of his face.

"mornin', darling." he said, his raspy morning voice making you smile.

"hi, baby. did i wake you?" you asked, sitting up and crossing your legs.

"yeah but it's fine, princess. i did keep you up last night so it's only fair."

"i'm sorry about falling asleep on you, that was a really nice picture you took last night," you lifted one eyebrow, and watched as he smiled at you sheepishly.

"i thought you looked really pretty, you always look pretty," he said, grabbing the water bottle on his nightstand and taking a swing.

"thanks, i hope the whole world thinks so, too," you declared. leaning your chin on your fist, watching him expectantly.

he did not react like you had expected him to.

his breath hitched as he sipped his water, and suddenly all you could see was the cream-colored ceiling, as you heard him spitting out and coughing.

"tom! oh, my god! are you okay?" you asked, getting on your knees and holding your phone up to your face, "tommy?" you repeated when he finally stopped coughing, you could now hear his heavy breaths.

at last, you saw his curls appear from the bottom of the screen.

"wh-what did you just say?" his voice was rough, his chest heaving.

"are you okay?" you asked again.

"ye-yeah i'm fine. babe, what did you mean by 'the whole world'? did something happen?" he asked, frowning. you echoed his expression, watching him for a second.

“you posted a picture to your story,” you repeated, and he nodded.

“yeah, i posted it to my close friends, i-” he stopped mid-sentence, eyes growing comically wide. “oh shit, did i-” he caught himself off as he threw the phone to one side, you heard him fumbling around for his laptop and you snorted. “shit, baby, don’t tell me i posted it… fuck!” you couldn’t keep it in any longer, you broke out laughing.

“of course this is how the world finds out about us!” you continued giggling until your stomach hurt.

“fuck, princess i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to, i swear i- why are you laughing!?”

“tommy, tommy! it’s okay, baby, don’t worry. i’m not mad,” you stopped once you noticed his pouting. “it’s fine, my love, i don’t mind. sure it’s unexpected, and a little sudden but i wouldn’t have it any other way. i knew what i was getting into when we started dating,” you told him honestly, wishing you were there to give him a hug and kiss him all over.

“darling, i’m really, really sorry. i swear i thought i tapped the green button like you told me to” he continued his sulking, nervous eyes glancing back and forth from his laptop screen to you.

“i know, baby, i know this is not your forte, and i really appreciate the sweet gesture, honestly. i love you so much,” you told him as you bit your lip. folding your legs to your chest, wrapping one around them.

“god, i love you. i swear i’ll make it up to you,” he ran his hand through his hair, giving you a quick peek of his bare chest.

“i’ll hold you to it,” you chuckled, you glanced to the clock on your nightstand, sighing when you saw the time. “i’ve gotta go,” you said as you stood up and stretched. a wicked idea ran through you head. “i’ve got like five meetings today, so i’ll probably be busy most of the day. just in case i don’t reply or something,” you made up you lie quickly. grabbing your laptop and opening a new tab.

“oh, okay. i’ll be on set until like 1 am, so we’ll talk tomorrow?” he asked, eyes bright. you nodded, biting your lip.

“definitely. i love you,” you blew him a kiss. he smiled, and you felt your heart swelling.

“i love you, too. good luck today!” he said as you reluctantly hung up the call.

you immediately got to work, calling your assistant and telling her you were taking a few personal weeks, and to email you in case of emergencies. next, you texted harry, asking him to call you once tom was busy on set.

you waited for the page to load, and once you had bought your one-way ticket to atlanta you hurriedly threw some pre-planned outfits into two suitcases, just in case. your phone rang and harry’s face popped up on your screen. you quickly answered the call, and let him know of your out-of-the-blue plan. he agreed to meet you at the airport and drive you to set. and because of your recent and sudden rise to fame, he suggested you wear all black and a cap. you followed his advice, throwing on some sunglasses as well, as you had seen tom do many times before.

once you reached the airport and checked-in, you bought some coffee and breakfast, as well as some food for the flight. you opened instagram, seeing all the messages and comments. you had seen how the fans reacted when their favorite celebrities announced a relationship, and you knew to expect the meanest comments, and even death threats. for your own sake and peace of mind, you allowed yourself to scroll until you read three of those, and closed the app.

once the plane took off, you tried to catch some sleep, preparing for the inevitable jet lag, but your mind kept buzzing from one scenario to another. so you took out your book and tried to read some chapters, putting in your earbuds, music playing quietly.

when you finally, finally landed, you stretched your legs and grabbed your bags, putting on the cap and sunglasses again, you spotted a familiar head of wild curls. you quickly approached harry.

“what happened to all black and a cap to go unnoticed?” you asked as he took one of your bags in his hands.

“think about it, two kids wearing black, a cap and sunglasses? people would think we’re up to no good.” he gave you a tight hug, you’d missed him almost as much as you’d missed tom.

he caught you up on everything he and tom had been doing these past months, you shifted in your seat in excitement, the sleep that was slowly taking over you on the plane had now disappeared from your body.

in what was probably a 15 -but to you felt like five- minute drive, you got to the hotel to leave your bags and take a quick shower. harry left you alone in tom’s room, making his way to his own room next door. he said he’d order something for you to eat whilst you got ready to see tom.

you took the quickest shower ever known to humankind, and when you walked out of the bathroom after using tom’s shampoo and conditioner, -you’d missed his smell all over you. the few forgotten hoodies and shirts that were once drenched in the smell of his soap and cologne, were now very faint.- you wrapped a bathrobe around your body, rummaging through tom’s clothes until you found one of his shirts.

you pulled it close to your face, sighing at the familiar scent you’d missed so much. you got dressed quickly, grabbing your now fully-charged phone and the key to tom’s room that harry had left on a coffee table. you knocked on harry’s door and he let you in.

“i just texted tom, he says they’ve got like three hours left.” you sat next to him on the couch, the table in front of you filled with food waiting to be devoured.

“my poor baby, they overwork him,” you pouted, reaching for one of the plates.

“it was his idea, said he’ll do anything that helps finish filming sooner.” you stopped chewing your food.

“wait, really?” you asked in disbelief, you knew tom loved his job, and you found it odd that he wanted to cut his time on set short.

“yeah, it’s been rough for him. not having you around, i mean, after he spent months with you. he’s been pretty distracted lately. messing up lines, he’s been waking up late and missing early calls...” your heart sank at the words. you ate the rest of your food with a knot in your stomach, cursing yourself for not getting there sooner. soon enough, you were back in the car, your leg bouncing up and down. you fell asleep on your way to set, waking up when harry parked the car and nudged your shoulder.

you stepped out carefully, your head turning back every few steps you took, in fear that tom might catch you. once you reached the stage where tom was filming, you flashed the visitor badge harry had given you to the guard and he let you both in. you walked in as you leaned down, your forehead against harry’s back, shielding you from the curious stares. harry told you to hide behind a giant box where they kept some lights whilst he spoke to the director.

although the box was big and tall enough to cover you completely, you crouched down, straining your ears for nearing footsteps. you heard two sets of feet approaching, your heartbeat racing.

you were met with your accomplice, a friendly-looking man behind him. you stood up as they approached you.

“this the girl?” the man asked, and harry nodded, “nice to meetcha, i’m jon.” you shook his hand, “okay, so we’ve cleared tom’s schedule for one week, we’ll need him back fully recharged and ready to work like it’s his first day on set, you’re welcome to stay as long as you like, if it means he’ll work better if you’re here you can stay until we're done. i really don’t mind, i just need my guy back.” you blinked at his words, nodding slowly. “we’ve got a couple hours left tonight, i’m all up for some cheesy reunion, but it’ll have to be when we’re finished, i can barely keep him focused as it is.”

with that he left, and harry led you to tom’s trailer, where you caught some sleep while you waited. like that morning, you woke up to your phone buzzing. you reached for it, sleep leaving your body as you read the text.

‘just finished filming for the night, i’m exhausted. miss u, love you. x.’

all rational thoughts left your head, you opened the door to tom’s trailer and sprinted out of there until you reached the set. your eyes finally, finally met his figure, and tears filled your eyes.

your legs moved on their own accord, you mumbled apologies as you crashed into people, but you didn’t care. tom had his back to you, and even though he wasn’t wearing the spiderman costume, you’d recognize that ass anywhere.

“tom!” you called out, stopping a few feet away from him. you saw him whipping his head around, eyes scanning the sea of people. you made your way up to him, “tommy!” you repeated, and he finally turned around.

his mouth wide opened in disbelief, arms twitching, feet running towards you as you did the same. you crashed into each other, your legs wrapping around him, arms around his neck, fingers curling on his soft hair. his hands running all over your back, your hair. pulling you as close as humanly possible.

whispers of ‘i love you’, ‘god, i missed you’, ‘never leave me again’, and ‘i promise’ were exchanged. you tightened your hold on his hair, pulling back to look at him.

“hi,” you whispered, your nose brushing his.

“hey,” he replied, burying his face on your neck again, pressing small kisses anywhere he could reach. his hands settled on the back of your thighs as he spun you two. you giggled, sniffling as a few tears escaped your eyes.

you could not care less about the people around you, all you could think about was the boy wrapped all over you, your favorite boy. tom led you back to his trailer, where you finally untangled yourself from him. he settled you down and you immediately wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him close to you again.

you had been starved of his touch for so long, there was no way you were letting him go anytime soon.

after many kisses, touches, tears, promises and more kisses, you left for the hotel. harry had already left, getting a ride from another cast member to leave you two alone. at that moment you swore you’d make him godfather of your firstborn child.

as you waited for tom to step out of the shower -you would’ve joined him, but three showers in a day seemed kind of excessive-, you laid down on the bed, throwing the covers over your body, tom's scent engulfing you. you breathed in happily. you tapped on your phone, replying to some work emails when you received a text from harry.

‘i believe the ball is in your court. you’re welcome.’

next, you received a picture of you and tom. harry must’ve taken the picture when you and tom were too lost in each other to even notice anyone around you. in the picture, your legs are around tom, bodies pressed closed together, your noses touching as you stare lovingly into each other’s eyes. it was a beautiful picture. and the black and white filter harry had applied to it made it seem like one of those old pictures of wives reuniting with their spouses after the war.

you smiled, heart swelling with emotion as you contemplated your options. you hummed quietly, tapping the instagram logo and waiting for the app to load.

you quickly uploaded the picture harry sent you tagging both him and tom and adding a quick caption before you shut down your phone. you were drifting off to sleep when you felt familiar arms around you.

you leaned into tom’s touch, your back resting against his chest, legs tangling with his as he interlocked his fingers with your own.

“thank you so much for being here, my love. i love you,” tom whispered into your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“i’ll be here whenever you need me. i’ll always come back to you.” you turned around, facing him. you kissed the corner of his lips, and he cupped your cheek, his lips meeting yours in a slow kiss, filled with emotion. your fingers played with his fingers as you moved to straddle his waist. “i love you,” you broke the kiss reluctantly. as much as you both wanted to make love that night, you’d made it your top priority that tom took his time off to rest as much as he could, and that included that first night.

you gave him one last kiss, going back to your previous position. the familiar and comfortable weight of his arms around you, the feeling of his lips on your neck, his chest rising and falling against your back, you couldn’t ask for anything better.

the peaceful environment you had created suddenly burst like a bubble as tom’s phone pinged over and over again. you heard him grunting, arms reluctantly leaving you.

tom chuckled, putting his phone on do-not-disturb and throwing it somewhere on the bed.

“you’re perfect for me, my favorite girl.” you smiled, leaning into his touch as he kissed you all over. sleep quickly taking over both of you.

tom swore his heart stopped when he’d seen the picture you posted. you’d never looked more beautiful than when you were staring up at him, your bottom lip between your teeth. the words you wrote as a caption were the last thing on his brain as he finally succumbed to sleep.

‘i said, “i bet you can’t keep this a secret for five months.” he said, “darling, i won’t make it past three.” @ tomholland2013 it’s been 10 months, who won?’

edit: i just saw henry cavill's ig post and omg what is my life. pls respect celebrities' privacy and relationships.

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begin again

for @rhodeslabs‘ prompt: "OK I HAD AN IDEA A FEW DAYS AGO FOR SAMTONY THAT I THOUGHT YOU'D LOVE. Ok so teacher!Sam with single parent!Tony AU where Sam is the best teacher for Tony kid of your choice :)". major shout-out to @omg-just-peachy for the beta and @warmachinesocks for sensitivity reading!!

i’m super proud of this fic, i put a lot into it, so please consider reblogging, and leaving a comment if you liked it!!

//

There isn’t a specific rule against having opinions on your kid’s parents, but Sam knows that it’s not the done thing.

As a teacher, he may know a lot about his kids, but he learns next to nothing about the people raising them. He doesn’t know their work schedules, or what goes on in their private lives, hell - sometimes he doesn’t even know their names until he meets them at a PTA meeting. It’s bad form to judge people you don’t know, and it’s even worse to judge them through the very biased lens of their kids.

There’s exceptions of course, like the kinds of folks who leave bruises on their kids - but for the most part, passing judgement on parents isn’t standard procedure.

That doesn’t stop Sam from fiercely hating Lila Rhodes’ old man with every fiber of his being.

//

Sam never imagined himself as an elementary school teacher.

His father was Air Force right up until the day he died, just like his father before him, and there was never any question about whether Sam would follow in the family tradition. He enlisted right before college, because if he was going to give away the rest of his life to the military, the least they could do is pay for the next four years of his life. He picks an English degree, because it’s easy enough that he’ll actually be able to enjoy college and not find himself holed up in a library - but not too obscure that he can’t do anything with it after.

Not that Sam ever plans on using his degree, but his Ma mentioned that it was good to have a back-up plan. Just in case.

He graduates Summa Cum Laude on a Friday morning, and catches the evening train to Texas for Basic Military Training. There’s no break, no pause, no hesitation about who he’s going to be or what he’s going to do. He has his orders by the end of the year, and only has time to make a quick phone call to his sister to let her know where he’s gonna go and make her promise that she’ll tell the family before he’s on the first flight out.

In truth, Sam enlisted because it was the thing to do. There was never a time in his life when he considered another path, when he was allowed to consider another path. But now that he’s here, he finds that he loves it. All that bullshit they say about the military giving you a sense of purpose? It’s true.

Still, there’s an itch under his skin, something that keeps tugging at him that’s telling him he can do more, be more - so when it trickles down the pipeline that the Brass is looking for two flyboys to test out the experimental EXO flight-suits, Sam jumps at the chance.

It takes about six months for him to retrain as a paramedic, which is more than enough time for him to get to know his new partner, Riley Evans - but when Sam puts on the EXO-1 FALCON and kicks off the ground; everything in him settles.

It’s a stupid way to describe the feeling - but it feels like everything in his life has been leading up to this very moment, Sam in the sky with honest to god wings, Riley on his left, and nothing but the open sky around them.

There’s others in their unit - in total, there’s about 8 members of the 58th Squadron, but Sam knows that he and Riley are the best. The others are good, there’s no doubt about it, but they don’t come close to the kind of stats that Sam and Riley have.

It’s exhilarating work, saving people instead of killing them, and it makes the blood in Sam’s veins thrum. He can’t write home about it, because the 58th is shrouded under all sorts of covert operations and need-to-know missions, but he tries his best to let his family know that he’s happy.

That he's more than happy, that he’s found his purpose, he’s found himself a brother, that he finally gets what his father meant when he said there’s nothing like a life in the service, son.

It’s the best three years of his life, and then everything goes to shit.

It’s a routine training session, not even an operation, and Riley’s doing loop-de-loops around Sam and generally being a dumbass. The wings have been upgraded recently, more manoeuvrability and decreased weight, and Riley’s making sure he gets his promised full range of motion.

He shoots up, yelling something that gets lost in the wind, and Sam watches as he goes up, and up and up - and then just as abruptly, he goes down.

It takes a couple of seconds for Sam to realise that Riley isn’t slowing down, that he isn’t flying down - he’s falling down; and those precious seconds cost Riley his life.

Later, he’ll hear people say that it wasn’t his fault. That there was some sort of malfunction in the wings, that Riley went too high too fast and the shift in altitude caused something to break.

Sam knows the truth though.

He catches Riley’s arm just as Riley hits the ground, his head lolled back and body limp, and rushes him to the med-camp, screaming so loud his voice goes hoarse. They rush him inside, a large burly man stopping Sam from following, and Sam stands there for five hours, in the blazing sun, catching glimpses of the doctors working as the wind moves the tent.

He stands there, un-moving, until someone steps out of the tent, caked in blood, and solemnly tells Sam that they’re very sorry, and they did everything they could.

Sam files his discharge papers the very next day.

Sarah picks him up at the airport.

//

She’s waiting for him outside, leaning against her car and furiously texting someone, so Sam sees her before she sees him. He’s split between being grateful that he doesn’t have to hail a cab, because those are next to impossible to catch from Louis Armstrong Intl Airport to Delacroix and he does not feel like renting a car - and being annoyed because he thought he had a couple of hours before someone was going to start asking him questions.

“You didn’t have to do this y’know,” Sam says when he’s close enough, and Sarah looks up with wide eyes, expression softening into a smile when she sees him, “I could’ve caught myself a cab.”

“That’s what I told Mama, but you think she listened?” Sam steps into his sister’s arms to accept the proffered hug, “Her baby boy coming home on his own? Like the fully grown man he is? Perish the thought.”

“You know I’m her favourite,” Sam wiggles his eyebrows, throwing his bags into the trunk of the car and making his way over to the passenger side, “I don’t get why you gotta be so mad about it.”

“Trust me, everybody and their mother in Delacroix knows you’re our mother’s favourite. There’s a little shrine for you next to the cash register. Any day now she’s gonna start leaving out candles next to your photo like you’re the second Jesus.”

Sam rubs at his chin, “You know - there’s been a couple of girls, and guys who’ve made that mistake before.”

The only reason Sarah doesn’t reach out and slap him upside on his head is because she’s driving, and Sam’s never been more thankful for his sister’s hyper-focus on road safety. She packs a mean punch.

They fall into a companionable silence, the kind cultivated by knowing each other for their whole lives, but Sam knows she’s biting back her questions.

“It’s okay,” he says finally, because you have to rip the band-aid off fast to lessen the pain and all that jazz, “You can ask.”

“I don’t got nothing to ask,” Sarah says immediately, like it’s a rehearsed answer, “but Mama thinks you’ve been hiding some major injury from us. Like a missing leg or something.”

Sam huffs at the non-question, “I got all my limbs Sarah. All ten fingers and toes I promise.”

There’s a beat and then - “My partner died on my watch. Fell out of the sky during a training exercise. I couldn’t stay there after that.”

Sarah hums, “You know what you’re going to do now you’re back home?”

Sam shakes his head, even though Sarah isn’t looking at him, “I have no idea.”

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Tobio Kageyama x F!Reader ( part 3 )

❝ goodbyes hurt when the story is not finished, but the book is closed. tell me, have we started a new one? ❞

description: it had been years since you and kageyama broke up. it had been years since the two of you left each other, hatred brewing. fate works in funny ways, you thought, as you caught his eye across the café. love works in funny ways, you thought, as you woke up in his bed the next morning, his fiance calling his phone.

genre: forbidden love, cheating, ex lovers, (all characters are aged up)

word count: 1,724

warnings/notes: strong language, cheating, lowkey toxic relationship. but what else is new? this one doesn’t have anything crazy

tag list: @kara-grayson04​​ @sadhwstudent​​ @unlikelytigerqueen​ @kageyamavibes​

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“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Tobio Kageyama stood there, only in sweats, and shrugged. He shrugged. You were about to throw something, hit him with anything, when he spoke. This wasn’t the worst fight the two of you had ever been in, but it was definitely up there.

Because this time, it was you doing most of the yelling. “Hana? Out of everyone? Out of everyone? Are you fucking serious?”

The day you told Kageyama that you were leaving. That day had been the last time you and Kageyama talked. Or, rather, he talked.

It was something you knew for a really long time. Your parents had received a job in the states and you had held off telling him that you were going for as long as you could. Until you couldn’t anymore.

Makeup running down your face, hot tears streaming down your cheeks. And he stood in front of you.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?”

Because you couldn’t bare the thought of telling him. Because you couldn’t look at his face when you said you were going to be gone. Because you didn’t know how he would react. Because you didn’t want to go.

But, despite all of those reasons, you said, “I was scared.”

“You were scared to tell me?”

“Yeah.”

You were literally standing at the airport. In front of the door, your plane ready to take off in two hours. When you said you waited until last second, you truly did.

“You were scared? You waited months. Months.”

“I know I did.” You reached forward but he stepped back. More tears fell down your face. “I just… I just couldn’t think of a way to tell you. I love you so much and I… I didn’t want to say goodbye.”

“How’s this for goodbye,” Kageyama barely blinked. “I hate you.”

Your body seized. Hana, who stood beside you, took your hand but you didn’t feel it. Your entire being fell numb.

“You let me believe we had more time. You let me stay with you, fall in love with you, all when you knew. You knew that you were leaving. And you didn’t tell me for months. I hate you.”

“I hate you.” You would hate him, too, if it was the other way around.

“Babe!”

You stood at the door to the gym, a bag of food for your boyfriend. He had been so preoccupied trying to master this move for volleyball and hadn’t spent much time with him, so you figured you would leave him some food for that break he takes between practice ending and his own practice (which means several hours with Hinata after everyone left).

The entire team turned to face you. Tobio Kageyama’s face flushed.

He rushed to you, long strides pulling him across the gym. Over his shoulder, two of the boys followed.

“Hey, uh,” Kageyama was awkward. It made you giggle. “What’re you doing here?”

“I brought you some food.” You handed him the bag, and a bottle of water just in case. “You didn’t eat lunch today and I wanted to make sure you at least had a little bit.”

“Kageyama, who is this?” one of the boys, the shorter one, asked as the other one, the tall bald one, said “You didn’t tell us you had a girlfriend!”

“Hi!” you smiled and waved at them.

The team introduced themselves, and you smiled at all of them. Kageyama may have been your boyfriend, but he wasn’t one to introduce you to friends. Or, rather, teammates. Daichi, the captain, even started to lecture your boyfriend on his lack of eating.

“I had milk…” he mumbled.

“Listen, it isn’t what you think.” Is all Kageyama said. Of course it was all he said.

“It isn’t what I think?” you scoffed, looking to the ceiling. “We broke up and you’re marrying my best friend. It’s exactly what I think.”

“Your best friend that you haven’t talked to in five years.”

“Two.”

“What?”

“Two years. I haven’t talked to her in two years.” You were pissed. Maybe a good old catch up with Hana would make things up, maybe punching her in her stupid perfect teeth would make the nausea in your stomach go away. “And it’s because she stopped talking to me.”

“I don’t get why you’re mad at me.” He was just as pissed, and he probably had way more pent up anger at you. “Maybe if you actually put effort into things, you wouldn’t be in this position.”

“Maybe if I put an effort into things? You’re fucking ridiculous.”

“Yes, if you put an effort into things. Maybe if you fucking talked to people, maybe if you stayed, maybe if you…”

“You know what? I don’t want to hear you tell me what to do or what I should’ve done when you’re the one who cheated on your fiancé.”

“Crazy how you’re this mad when you’re the mistress.”

You grabbed a couch pillow and threw it at him. It was the closest thing you could grab. You wanted a glass, or a plate. Maybe that fake potted plant in the corner will go next.

“You’re such a dick!” you yelled, getting ready to throw another pillow.

Somehow, he reached you before you could throw it. He caught your hands with his wrists, stopping you. You were breathing heavy.

“You know, I thought running into you would give some closure.” Kageyama said. His voice was low, calm, collected. “I thought that maybe, this was it and it was one final time to get the last of the feelings out of my system.”

“Yeah, me too.” You stared into his eyes. They were just as blue as when you left. “Guess we were both wrong.”

You ripped your arms out of his grasp. He let you.

“Marrying Hana. My best friend.” You were standing further away, but you could still feel his breath. “That’s probably lower than anything I’ve ever done to you.”

And you left. You turned around, snatched your bag, and left. As the elevator closed, you watched him watch you.

Hana was the one who hugged you before you left. She was the last one, other than your family, to see you. She held your head, pulled you to her body, let you cry on her shoulder until they called your plane.

She was your best friend.

While you were in the states, she would facetime you. Call you. Text you updates.

The day you left, she texted you. She kept her end of the deal, too.

hana <3: told tsuki today hana <3: we kissed!! basically i was nervous for no reason lol

you: omg omg omg congrats! at least one of us is having a good time hfksbfsksl

hana <3: don’t worry ab boys. ur gonna have so much fun and meet new people. im always here 4 u.

“I’m on my way over.” You spoke into the phone, hands still shaking with withheld anger.

“You sound pissed. Can’t wait.”

The first time you and Kageyama kissed was a little bit into the relationship. It was a couple of months in, and he asked you to go for a walk with him.

“A walk?” you asked, looking around your room for a fitting outfit. “It’s early. And it’s Saturday.”

“I know. I’m outside of your house. Meet me outside whenever you’re ready.”

“You’re insane. Give me five.”

That week, you spent time with Oikawa. Your stomach flipped with the idea that Kageyama had finally had enough of you hanging out with him, or maybe he was going to tell you that he was jealous again. You didn’t know, but an early morning walk with your boyfriend didn’t sound very relaxing.

Cautiously, you met him on your porch. He greeted you with a simple nod, hands in his pockets.

“Um, before we begin, can I say something?” he asked.

You nodded. A jolt through your entire body.

“I know that I complain a lot. And I know that I… I know that I’m not very good with feelings.” He was talking slowly. Practiced. “But I want you to know that even though you spend time with Oikawa, I know that he’s your best friend and I just get jealous. And I want you to know that I know you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” You confirmed.

“So, I wanted to do this before we started walking.”

And, with that, he leaned down and kissed you. It was a small kiss, a peck to your lips, and he had to bend down to do so. But you felt everything lift off of your shoulders. You were flying.

When he pulled back, he smiled. Genuinely. You did, too.

“Now, I think a walk is in order.” You looped your arm through where he still held his in his pockets.

Oikawa opened the door, tilting his head at the sight of you. You stood in his doorway, very obviously stressed out and face red with both tears and yelling. You had your hood up, hair still messy from the night.

“You look like you just got done having the best dick ever.” He joked.

You rushed forward, capturing his lips with yours. He staggered back, gripping your hips as you closed the door with your ankle. He didn’t hesitate to kiss you back. You were chest to chest, your hands on his shoulders and standing on your toes.

He pulled away to ask, “So we’re doing this again?”

“I’m pissed off.” You kissed him again. Your hands held the waistband of his jeans. “I’m in dire need of a very big distraction.”

“I’m not complaining.” Oikawa grabbed your jaw and pulled you in again.

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Second Chance (1/??)

inspired by don’t wanna cry, lie again and second life & a little idea from reply 1997 and 1988.

genre: romance. fluff, angst, love rivals etc lmao pairing: y/n x ??? (svt)

a/n: hi guys! so my imagination started running after listening to dwc, lie again and second life on repeat lmao. i’ve always love reading angsty fics and so i came up with this series based on these three songs! disclaimer!! if there’s any similarity with other fics, it is coincidental, everything written here is based on my idea! no to plagiarism!! also, pics and gifs here are NOT mine! hope you guys enjoy this series i might be posting this on aff too so don’t be alarm if you come across it on aff! enjoy!

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What if you could get a second chance at love? What if it was the wrong time but the right person all along? Would you take it? This second chance?

Meet y/n, a 25 year old girl who had to revisit the city she once loved, Seoul. It was a city filled with both good and bad memories for her. When she left, she swore never to return. But here she is, back in Seoul, hoping to not run into a certain old flame that might reopen old wounds and remind her of how broken hearted she was back then.

prologue | chapter 1 | chapter 2

chapter 1: the time where we all first met.

nov 2020, Incheon International Airport, 3:36pm (KST)

Y/n stepped out of the airport, pushing her luggage alongside her. She took a deep breath, exhaling as she busk in the cold air around her. She couldn’t experience weather like this back in Singapore so this is probably one of the things she missed about Korea. 

“Hey, y/f/n y/l/n!!” Y/n turned to the direction of her name being yelled. She smiled at the two people whom she hasn’t seen for quite some time. Choyi and Hana ran over to her and gave her tight hug. “Wow we were so damn excited when you texted us and said you were visiting!!” Choyi jumped up and down, grabbing y/n’s luggage. 

“Come on, we got a lot of catch up on.” Hana grinned as the trio went to Hana’s car. Instead of choosing to stay at a hotel, y/n chose to stay with Choyi at her new apartment. It was definitely bigger and nicer than the house they stayed during their college experience, the only difference is that Hana won’t be staying with them as she got married to her long time boyfriend. 

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Seoul, 5:43pm (KST)

“wow Choyi.. this place is definitely an upgrade compared to the house we lived in back when we were in college!” Y/n eyes widened as she stepped into the apartment. The living room spacious, there’s an open kitchen and counter along with four bedrooms and two medium sized bathrooms. 

“Well, thankfully the very first job I got paid me quite well plus I just got promoted so this apartment was worth the investment.” Choyi said as she led Y/n into the guestroom. “Here is your room for the next few weeks!” Y/n sat her luggage at one corner as she sat on the bed. “Thank you so much for the offer Choyi, I’d rather stay here and catch up with you and Hana rather than staying at a hotel despite my company paying for it.” 

“Then unpack later y/n! I brought some food for you to enjoy~” Hana yelled from the living area. Oh how she missed the girls, Y/n smiled as she spotted a few korean delicacies on the table. Aside from the weather, she definitely missed the food here as well. 

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7:32pm (KST)

“So you guys didn’t want a wedding at all?! Why not?!” Y/n asked Hana as she took a sip of the kimchi stew in front of her. Hana shrugged, “it was quite a hassle so we went for a small ceremony instead. I’m sorry for not inviting you, I just thought you didn’t want to be back here in Seoul.” Y/n shook her head, “It’s alright, but I have to be there next time for your future child’s hundred day old party okay?” Hana gave an ‘okay’ sign as she grabbed more kimchi. 

As the evening passes by, the girls were sitting down around the sofa, reminiscing about their college life. “Do yall remember the time where I forgot to bring my keys and got locked outside for five hours cause you two were having classes so there wasn’t anyone to open the door for me?” Y/n burst out laughing when Hana mentioned the incident. 

“Omg, I remembered when you called me five times while I was having my lecture and i got a little annoyed so I picked up and yelled at you forgetting that I was in a hall full of hundred students.” Choyi laughed as she continued, “y/n was beside me and she was having second hand embarrassment.” Y/n nodded in agreement, giggling. “I sure did.” 

“What about the time when Yoojin confessed to Choyi but she turned him down cause he didn’t drink bubble tea at all?!” Y/n nudged the girl while chuckling. “Hey, I drink lots of boba so I expect my future husband to drink boba too!��� Hana and Y/n shooked their head, wondering what was Choyi really thinking then. 

“OMG, remember the first month into the semester and we got to see the Golden Disk Awards live FOR THE FIRST TIME?!” Choyi squealed as she started listing the bands that were at the award show not before getting shushed by Hana. Choyi looked at Hana quizzically for a second before she went into a “oh..” and they both turned to look at Y/n. 

The two girls knew Choyi had hit a spot when she mentioned the time where they went to see some kpop bands performed live at the GDA awards. Y/n went silent for a moment before smiling, “it’s fine you two. You don’t have to watch what you say around me, really. I’m okay.” 

Silence filled the air for a few minutes before Hana spoke, changing the subject and attention onto other things. 

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Flashback: Jan 2017, Seoul

"...therefore you are all expected to hand in the five page essay by the end of this month. Understood? Alright, see you all next week.” 

Y/n sighed as she packed her stuff. It’s a few weeks into her exchange program at Yonsei university but she’s starting to feel the burn just by receiving her assignments. Just gotta find the silver lining.. she thought as she walked out of the lecture hall. 

“Y/n!!” Choyi ran towards her, catching her breath as she stopped in front of the doors to the lecture hall. “Choyi! I was wondering where you were.” Y/n noticed the disheveled hair and the unzipped backpack and chuckled, “did you woke up late from your afternoon nap at the library?” 

Choyi pouted as she peeped into the lecture hall. “Class has ended?! So fast?!” Y/n shooked her head and look at her watch. “Not really, professor lee ended right on time.” The pair started walking to the main foyer of the campus and sat down on a bench. They were waiting for Hana to finish her classes so that they could walk home together. Choyi and Y/n were both communications major thus they have the same classes whereas Hana is a business major. 

“Hello children~” Hana walked over to the girls, calling them in a happy tone. “Why do you sound so happy?” Choyi asked as the three of them start walking out of the campus. 

“Because..” Hana stopped and pulled three tickets out of her bag and waved it in front of Choyi, “you’re are going to thank me for these Choyi dear!” Eyebrows raised, Choyi grabbed a ticket from her hand while Hana passed another to Y/n who took it, feeling confused. 

“OH. MY. GOSH.” Choyi exclaimed as her eyes widened. Y/n read the words on the ticket. 

Golden Disc Awards 2017

“Golden Disc Awards? Isn’t it that music award show?” Y/n asked before flinching at Choyi’s screams. “YES. THAT AWARD SHOW. WHERE ALL MY FAVORITE KPOP BANDS ARE GOING TO BE PERFORMING AT!!!!!” Hana smirked at Choyi’s excitement. 

“Bands like IOI, EXO, BTS, Monsta X annnnnnnnnnd” 

Hana turned to Y/n, “wait for it..” 

“SEEEEEEVEEEEENTEEEEEEEEN!!!!!!!!” Choyi screamed and jumped around which caused the people around them to give the trio weird and dirty looks for making so much noise. But clearly the girl didn’t care. She grabbed Y/n by the arm, still jumping up and down. “Omg, y/n you’re gonna love them. LIKE A CHANCE TO SEE THEM LIVE OMG.” 

Y/n chuckled at Choyi’s excitement, “sure why not? I could use a tiny break from the upcoming stress.” Hana reached down her bag and pulled out three passes. “You are going to love me ten times more because.. we got backstage passes too!” 

Choyi stopped jumping and turned towards Hana. “OH. MY. GAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!”

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Enroute to the GDA 2017, Seoul, 3:28pm (KST)

The girls were on the way to the Golden Disc Awards with Hana as the driver while Y/n sat beside her in the passenger seat and Choyi at the back (because she couldn’t stop rambling on and on about who she’s going to ask for an autograph later). 

“I still cannot believe you hid the fact that Joohyeon oppa works at freaking Pledis Entertainment!!!” Choyi crossed her arms and made a ‘hmpf’ sound as she stare out the window. Hana shrugged as she eyed on the road. “You never ask~” It turns out that Hana’s boyfriend of three years was a dance trainer at Pledis Entertainment thus she was able to get the special passes and tickets to the award show. 

“Which band do you wanna meet later on Y/n?” Hana asked. Y/n pondered for a while, she don’t really know much about kpop and who were active in the scene. “I don’t know a lot of bands but since Choyi wants to meet Seventeen, then I’ll just follow her.” Y/n smiled as Choyi nodded in agreement, “good taste Y/n!” Hana rolled her eyes but smiled as she continued the drive towards the venue. 

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GDA 2017, Seoul, 5:03pm (KST)

The girls met up with Hana’s boyfriend, Joohyeon who brought them backstage. The red carpet was over so the celebrities were all in their dressing rooms getting ready before the show starts. 

“Oppa, is Seventeen in their dressing room? Choyi is getting a little impatient.” Hana nodded towards the back and sighed. Joohyeon chuckled as he pointed to the front of the corridor, “They’re just in front.” 

Y/n looked around backstage, staffs were running here and there, some were carrying bags full of makeup while some were carrying a bunch of outfits. What seemed like a bunch of celebrities were also walking around, she could easily guessed they were members of a kpop band judging by their bling bling outfits, hair colors that popped and very thick makeup. 

So this is how it feels seeing celebrities up close.. Y/n thought as she walked with the girls towards Seventeen’s dressing room when all of sudden she needed the washroom. “I gotta go to the bathroom, you guys will be at the room in front right?” She asked Choyi who absent-mindedly nodded as she stared at more celebrities passing by. 

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5:08pm (KST)

After using the washroom, Y/n came out only to find the area she was at so much more crowded compared to a few minutes ago. How the heck did it get so crowded now?! She tried finding her way to the corridor she was at before but it seemed like it disappeared. Am I lost?! 

Y/n looked left and right, wondering which way to go. She knew Hana and Choyi were most likely at Seventeen’s dressing room so she just gotta find her way there. But no one seemed free enough to help her and people were hurrying here and there. Right when she was about to take out her phone to call one of the girls, a voice appeared behind her. 

“Excuse me, are you lost?” She turned to see a good looking guy smiling at her. He’s definitely a celebrity, despite him wearing a normal outfit, the hair and makeup gave it away. But damn, this guy is handsome though he seemed familiar somehow.. 

“Uhm.. yes. I looked like a lost sheep isn’t it?” Y/n sheepishly asked as she rubbed her arms in an awkward manner. The guy chuckled as he asked her where she needed to go. 

“Oh, my friends are at Seventeen’s dressing room!” She pointed out. The guy’s eyebrows rose in surprised, “oh? I’m headed there too. I’ll bring you.” He nodded in the direction they were supposed to go. “Follow me.”

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Seventeen’s dressing room, 5:19pm (KST) 

“Y/n! What took you so long?” Hana asked as Y/n entered the room. “I got lost but no worries, I found my way thanks to that guy.” She whispered back and nodded towards her helping hand. Hana was about to question more but got interrupted. 

“Say the name! Seventeen! Hello, we are Seventeen!” The members introduced themselves to the girls and Joohyeon spoke, “alright, guys remember what we have practiced so far for the performance later on! Fighting!” The members cheered in reply as they scattered to get ready for the show, in particular, the guy who brought Y/n to their dressing room took his seat at the dressing table while staffs begin touching up his makeup and hair. 

So he’s a member of Seventeen, no wonder I find him a little familiar just now.. He looked up and gave a small smile to her and went back to browsing through his phone. 

While Choyi was busy asking for autographs and pictures, Y/n spotted a cute polaroid film camera on the dressing table. That film camera is cute, it looks like it’s been decorated nicely.. “Whose is this? It looks nicely decorated” Y/n asked the staff at the dressing table. “Ah this, it belongs to --” 

“SEVENTEEN, get ready in five minutes!” A staff hollered, making everyone scramble and thus the busyness starts again. “Y/n, we gotta find our seats!” Hana said as she pulled Choyi away, stopping her from being over zealous towards the members. Y/n nodded and left, not before smiling politely at a few of them as she made her way out. 

“Hyung, one of them is your girlfriend right?” Hoshi asked Joonhyeon. “Yup, the other two girls are her friends.” 

“They’re both pretty! Especially the quiet one.” Jun pointed out cheerfully. Some members nodded in agreement. “The quiet one? Oh is it that girl who passed by me on the way out..?” S.Coups asked no one in particular. “I think the bubbly girl was cute, she’s really a big fan of us!” Dino exclaimed while Woozi rebutted, “nah, she’s a little too loud and noisy.” 

“Jeonghan hyung, where did you go just now? I couldn’t find you after I raided the vending machine, man it was so crowded outside” Vernon asked the older guy. “Ah, I went to the washroom, must have eaten something bad.” Jeonghan sighed as he sat down, waiting for the staff to signal them. 

“SEVENTEEN, time to get to your seats!” A staff announced as the members scrambled out of the dressing room. 

“Oh, almost forgot about this! Better keep it safely so I won’t lose it~” One of them grabbed the polaroid camera and stuffed it in his bag before running out of the dressing room. 

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nov 2020, seoul, 9:26pm (KST)

Y/n was halfway through unpacking her luggage when Choyi knocked on the door. “Come in!” 

Choyi popped her head through the doorframe, “need any help?” Y/n shooked her head as she put away her remaining clothes into the wardrobe. “I’m almost done, it’s fine~” Choyi nodded and came into the room with a box. “I wanna pass you this..” She handed the box over to y/n. “When you left Korea that day you forgot to pack this so I kept it for you. I wasn’t sure if you wanted it back but I’ll just let you decide. It’s fine if you don’t wanna keep it, I can help you throw it away or something.” 

Y/n opened the box and inside it were albums. SVT’s albums to be exact, all signed with personalised messages addressing to y/n. “I remembered every time one of these was produced, be it mini album or a full length one, the boys will always gift us a physical copy. But we all know yours was always special.” Choyi looked at Y/n gently. 

Y/n kept quiet as she flipped through each album to a certain page. Gosh, it’s been so long since she saw these - pictures of him. Tears started filling her eyes as she read those loving messages from him to her. Upon seeing y/n about to cry, Choyi immediately wrapped her arms around y/n’s shoulders. “Oh no, I am so sorry y/n. I shouldn’t have kept this box in the first place knowing it’s going to remind you of--” 

“No no, it’s fine. Thank you though Choyi, I appreciate the thought.” Y/n assures Choyi. 

“I’m back with the chicken and more beers! Time for supper!” 

Y/n and Choyi heard the door closed. “Hana’s back with chimaek! Come on, some nice snacks with cheer you up!” Y/n nodded and packed the albums back into the box one by one before leaving the room not knowing that a piece of photocard had slipped out and dropped onto the floor, under her bed. 

[gotbts7fics]

Positive | Five |

| Four | July 2018 (1) | Six |

“I don’t know if this is a smart idea. Like, being in the same city of them is risky let alone going to their concert.” Owen said to you as he wrestled to put Ayla into her outfit. She was pretty feisty for an eight month old baby, way more than Jaidyn had been. Ayla, your sweet, beautiful Ayla. She had been born on October 10th, 2017. Ironically the day of her father’s comeback, go figure. She was a perfect mix between you and JB, albeit having adopted his terrible temper. Having Ayla was something incredible. She was the one thing that encapsulated the love you lost, having gained love again. Jaidyn had been thrilled to find out she was having a baby sister, and true to her nature, she was an unbelievable helper. Jaidyn had grown so much in the past year, she was a laid back child, going with the flow and enjoying adventures. She had settled relatively easy back in Canada. There had been tears when she learned that you and JB had ended things. Oh there had been tears, and then she was sad he would never know of her baby sister. She was angry to for a bit, but life goes on. Now she was happy and excited.

“The likelihood of them seeing us in Toronto is like… none. And we will blend into the crowd at the concert. It’s fool proof. Besides, think of Jaidyn, she still misses him. This is a way for her to see him without him seeing us.” You smiled as you took your squirmy baby from him.

“Also I’ll have you there. You can protect us!” You laughed, Owen only scowled at you. He still wasn’t happy with how you handled things, but he loved those little girls so much. So much that he agreed to tag along to the city with you, to watch Ayla, while you took Jaidyn to the ‘Eyes On You’ concert. Something a few friends were apprehensive of. You couldn’t even imagine running into them. It wouldn’t happen. Toronto was way to big. Owen was finishing packing your bags and bringing them out to the car. He was an amazing man, you couldn’t help but admire. He had been there, to pick your crying pathetic ass up from the airport. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead, grabbing your bags and leading you and Jaidyn to his truck. After you came home he took care of you two, feeding you and making you laugh. You had changed your number quickly after returning, and deleted all the members off your social media. Even then you had been extremely careful of what you posted, in case a mutual friend saw something. You literally removed yourself from their life. It had hurt, god it had hurt. You almost messaged JB several times, like the day of his comeback when Ayla entered the world. Or when Jaidyn had done something amazing at gymnastics. Everything you were excited for and wanted to share with him you couldn’t, and that’s where Owen came in. He was there. He was there for everything and you appreciated him so much for it.

“Are you ready, because I am, and let me tell you… this drive is going to suck without coffee” Owen said, pulling you away from your thoughts.

“Yup, all set” You replied making your way to the door. Jaidyn had already run off and climbed into the car, anxious to head to the City. With the house locked and the car packed, your little family was off to the City for a few days vacation.

“Hyung! Do you want to come to the mall with us. Let’s go shopping?!” Youngjae yelled, making JB look up from his phone. It was the last picture he had taken with you and Jaidyn. It was his lock screen, his home screen, hell he’s pretty sure he made it every screen and printed it out for places around the dorm and his studio.

“No thanks, I’m going to rest.” He mumbled, looking back at your smiling faces. Just over a year had passed, a whole year where he had thrown himself into work, not wanting to believe you were gone. He had tried to contact you. Several times a day in the beginning, even having the other members try. When you had changed your phone number he moved to social media, only realizing you had deleted him, and the others. You had ripped his heart out, and now you made it completely impossible for him to contact you. He had been angry, so angry towards you. He tried to get over you time and time again. He dated other girls, but it never went far. A few dates in he called it off, they weren’t you. No one was you. He wanted you, he wanted his daughter, he wanted the little family you gave him. So he threw his whole being into work. The song face on their 7 of 7 album was about you, how he had prayed you would hear it and reach out to him, realizing he needed you, but you never did. The other members tried to help him move on, but gave up. They supported him, regardless of how it hurt them to see him still hung up on you. They weren’t angry at you anymore though. Just upset and confused on how you could just leave. Each one of them missed you in their own way, and they still secretly tried to find you. JB knew this when going through Jackson’s phone once for a certain picture. He had seen the attempts to text you.

“Are you sure. We don’t come to Canada often, it will be nice to get out….” Jinyoung said cautiously.

“I’m okay, thanks. Have fun.” JB replied without looking up. Toronto, being in Canada, it hurt. He knew your home town was only 3 hours away, and when it was announced that they would be in Canada, he tried to figure out exactly how he could track you down, showing up on your doorstep. Sadly, he couldn’t. So here he was, staring at your picture, wishing with all his might that you would show up to his concert, like you used to in Seoul.

“Okay, well…. we will see you later” Jinyoung said, leaving with Youngjae to visit the Eaton Centre.

Exhausted and lonely, JB went to his hotel bed and simply decided to nap.

“You brought me shopping… and not even at Bass Pro. This is torture” Owen exclaimed, pushing a sleeping Ayla in the stroller as you held Jaidyn’s hand, walking into the Eaton Centre.

“Come on!!! It’s fun! This place is the best!” You smiled brightly at him.

“YEAH! And they have the Disney store!!!!!” Jaidyn yelled, jumping like a little bunny full of excitement.

Owen smiled fondly at the two of you, meaning you had won this battle with your charms. Walking around the shopping centre brought you a feeling of peace. So many stores you didn’t have at home that you could spend hours in. Walking among the many individuals browsing, you made your way to the Disney store, as per Jaidyn’s request.

“Can we please, please buy something?” Jaidyn asked in her cute way when she really wanted something.

“We will see” You replied with a smile.

“I’ll wait outside with the baby, no use for us going in”

“Really…..”

“Yeah, we will be right there when you come out” He said with a chuckle, pointing to a bench, as you approached the store front, conceding that he would not walk into the store with you, opting to play on his phone while he waited. You and Jaidyn left him, and walked into the store of happiness.

Youngjae and Jinyoung had been walking around for a while now, hardly being noticed, so the two were just enjoying the time. While walking along the corridor glancing around, Youngjae looked into a store with toys and kids running around. Youngjae faltered in his steps, looking up he noticed he was in front of a Disney store.

“Why did you stop?” Jinyoung asked, with a quirked eyebrow.

“No reason, Hyung, lets wait a minute” Youngjae said making his way to the glass wall railing that overlooked to the floor below, not bothering to wait for a response from the older man.

“Why?” Jinyoung asked again. Youngjae was ignoring him, but his eyes were trained on the entrance of that store.

“What are you waiting for? Just go in if you want, don’t stand here” Jinyoung said in annoyance.

“Maman!”

Jinyoung whipped around to the entrance of the store, he knew that voice. Oh god, he knew that voice so well.

“Maman, lets go!”

Jinyoung held his breath, when the little girl who was calling to their mom stepped out of the store, Jinyoung gasped. It was her. The little girl he read stories too, who had dance offs with. There she was, right in front of him.

“Hyung…” Youngjae went to move forward, only for Jinyoung to grab his wrist, shaking his head as Youngjae looked at him. They waited with bated breath, watching the entrance that she was standing in front of. A few seconds later, you emerged holding a multitude of bags and a smile on your face. You didn’t notice them, instead you looked at your daughter, who was running ahead of you. They watched you walk over to a man standing opposite of them. They watched as he took the bags from you and put them under a stroller. Jinyoung’s eyes went wide, a stroller. Youngjae was staring, he couldn’t believe it. There you were, with Jaidyn, another man, and with a stroller. Jaidyn was way to old for a stroller.

As if by the grace of god, the little person in the stroller started to cry. They watched as you bent down and picked up the baby, snuggling it close. Youngjae looked at Jinyoung with a shocked expression.

“Oh shit. Hyung… is that… do you think….?” Youngjae asked unable to form a true sentence.

“We don’t know anything. Let’s not jump to any conclusions.” Jinyoung said, but he had an aching suspicion on the reason why you had left Korea now. He closed his eyes for a minute. Should he follow you, should he tell JB. His mind was muddled on what to do.

“Come on Jaidyn, we need to head to the hotel now. We need to rest well for the concert tomorrow”

“Maman, do you think Appa will see me?” Jaidyn asked, you could tell she wanted to see JB so badly.

“No sweetie, remember I told you Appa is very busy. We will go support him but don’t be upset if he doesn’t see you in the crowd okay?” You said with a smile.

Jinyoung looked back at Youngjae, who was taking a picture of the scene in front of him.

“What are you doing?!” Jinyoung whispered harshly.

“We have to tell Hyung!” Youngjae whined.

“Omg are you nuts, what if she sees us!” Jinyoung said turning around to face somewhere other than at you.

“Did you hear though, she’s going to the concert!” Youngjae said with a smile.

“Youngjae, I don’t know if this is a good thing or a bad thing” Jinyoung said. Honestly, he didn’t know what he felt, other than chaos.

“Let’s follow them!” Youngjae exclaimed.

“What… NO! Why would we do that?” Jinyoung was losing his mind right now.

“Because then we will know which hotel she is at… duh. Honestly Hyung, why aren’t you thinking?” Youngjae said as he began to walk after you.

“Omg Youngjae!” Jinyoung called after him.. jogging to catch up. This was a bad idea, Jinyoung thought.

“Lets walk by the TORONTO sign!” Jaidyn squealed. She was full of energy, running this way and that.

“Can you at least stay close?” Owen warned. It was the beginning of summer and the square was absolutely crowded.

“Hey! Look!” Jaidyn said running forward to all the flags.

“She is so happy” You remarked, looking towards Owen. He was pushing the now back asleep baby for you. He would never admit it, but he was enjoying this little trip.

“Yeah, she is. But are you?” He questioned, keeping his eye on the eight year old who was running in every direction.

“I am”

“Nervous?”

“Yes, now that I am here… I am but I know the likelihood of being seen is so small. He probably wouldn’t even recognize me”

“Sure, three years of dating, and he just forgets about you. Do you know what he’s been up too?”

“No, I’m sure he is dating some really beautiful idol. Ya know? Living his life normally” You said with a faint, but sad smile.

“Maybe, you deserve happiness Y/N. Don’t think that just because you have the girls that no one will love you, and them whole heartedly. You should open yourself up again.”

“The girls are my priority. Besides, I’m not ready. My heart still belongs to him” You looked at Owen, who was now looking at you.

“He doesn’t deserve it” He snapped, turning back towards the Toronto sign, where Jaidyn was playing.

You looked at your eldest daughter, smiling and laughing as she ran around. Owen had been there to catch her when she fell, he had dried your tears, maybe he was right. Maybe it was time to let go and live happily.

“Hyung, look how happy Jaidyn is. I want to hug her and run too” Youngjae said as he watched Jaidyn. Jinyoung couldn’t help it, he also was watching the little girl play. It had been a long year. Everyone had been lost in the beginning when  you had left. Their hearts broken, missing both of you. JB had thrown himself into work, to the point that it was almost scary. For a year they had been busy working and preparing for this tour, but the hole never closed. There had been so much anger for Jinyoung. He was close to you and for you to just leave, it hurt so much. Now, seeing you with a man and your daughter that anger had returned in full force.

“Youngjae, we need to go” Jinyoung interrupted Youngjae’s private photo shoot.

“You can’t keep taking pictures like that”

“Whyyyyyyyyyyyy!” Youngjae whined.

“Because, it looks weird. Come on, lets go back to the hotel” Jinyoung began to drag the reluctant Youngjae towards their accommodation for the next few days.

“But Hyung, don’t you want to find out where they’re staying!?”

“Absolutely not, you’ll tell Jaebum-hyung and that would be bad!” Jinyoung exclaimed.

“He deserves to know.”

“Youngjae…. lets go.”

You and Owen had sat down on a bench, watching Jaidyn run around the square to release energy, being oblivious to the two men who also watched her. Jaidyn had seen them though. She stopped for a moment and looked right at them, before giving them a wave and running to you.

“Maman, I’m hungry” your little big girl stated.

“Yes! Let’s go eat” Owen shouted, getting up and grabbing her hand, leading her towards the hotel. You laughed and stood, bending down to put something in the overflowing basket of the stroller. When you stood up you looked around for the two who had seemingly disappeared. Your eyes caught movement to the left of you, and you could have sworn you recognized those backs. No way, you thought. Taking another minute before you went after your daughter and best friend.

“Nahhhh, no way” you chuckled to yourself, you were simply being ridiculous. There was no way you were going to fun into any member of GOT7, that would be a way to cliche sappy romcom story, like the fics you secretly read once the kids were asleep.

JB was lying on the hotel bed, going over some lyrics he was playing with. He missed how you used to tease him. Telling him to put them away and come back later to them. He would always scoff, but you were right, breaks helped him so much. God he missed you. Missed the way you would fall asleep on the couch waiting for him. Missed how you would show up to dance practice with Jaidyn just because. He missed the way you argued with him over the dumbest things. He missed everything. A whole year of missing you, Jaidyn, birthdays and Christmas. A year without you and yet the pain was still the same. He had visited his parents shortly after you had left. His mom had held him and let him cry. She was understanding of you, had said that there must be a bigger reason on why you had left, but she had been adamant that you loved him. Well if you loved him why the hell did you leave him. He wanted to marry you one day. He wanted to put Jaidyn on his family registry. He wanted you and only you.

Now he was laying on this bed, in this hotel, in your damn home country and he had no idea how to find you. Did you know he was here? Did you still keep up on him? Sighing, he rolled over, looking out the window.

He was lost in his thought when there was a sudden urgent knocking on his door. Reluctantly, he got up and opened it, just to tell which ever member it was to go away.

“Hyung!” Youngjae came flying in, followed by Jinyoung.

“YOUNGJAE!” Jinyoung yelled.

“YAH! What do you want? I was trying to sleep” He said running his hand over his face, getting up from the bed.

“I saw her hyung! We saw her!!!” Youngjae rushed out. Jinyoung was standing there, looking like he didn’t know what world he was in.

“Who? Youngjae slow down.” JB said, as Jinyoung shut the door and turning to the overly excited younger man.

“JAIDYN!” Youngjae said with a huge smile on his face. JB’s face went pale. Jaidyn, his little girl?

“Wh-what?” JB stammered.

“Hyung, we saw Jaidyn! Look” Youngjae whipped his phone open to show JB the pictures he had taken of the little girl.

“Wh-where? Where was she?” JB was going through the pictures. His little girl, oh god his little girl, was in this city.

“At the mall hyung, we didn’t talk to her, we just saw her briefly” Jinyoung said.

“Hyung, she is going to the concert. Maybe we can find her there!” Youngjae was smiling from ear to ear.

“And y/n?” JB whispered out.

“Uh, yes. We saw her too.” Jinyoung said hesitantly. JB noticed the tension filling the air when he asked about you. Something was off, but he wasn’t going to question it right now. You were here, you were here with his girl, going to the concert. He was going to find you. He was going to find you and remind you about how much you loved him and how he loved you. He was going to get you back.

“Jaidyn are you ready?” You called from the bathroom. Your trip to Toronto thus far was amazing, a much needed time for you, how ever at this moment your anxiety was running through the roof. It was the concert day, which meant in exactly three hours, you were going to be in a crowded arena with screaming fans, looking at the love of your life. What if he saw you, what if he saw Jaidyn?

At this point you weren’t sure if you even cared.

You heard the baby squeal from inside the room.

“AYLA!” Jaidyn yelled

“Mom!!! Ayla won’t give me my BamBam socks!” Jaidyn yelled.

Laughing you exited the bathroom.

“Why does she have them in the first place” looking at your baby who was sitting on the floor. When Ayla saw you, she started crawling towards you, with a sock in her mouth.

“Oh Ayla, drop the sock.” You said laughing as you picked her up, taking the sock and handing it to Jaidyn.

“Can we leave soon!! I am so excited!” Jaidyn said, putting her socks on.

“Yes, in a few minutes we will go baby.” You mumbled smushing Ayla’s face against yours for kisses.

“How late will you two be?” Owen asked from the bed. You sat down across from him, lifted your shirt and began to feed Ayla.

“Concert is over at 11, so like after that.” You said, playing with Ayla’s hair while she ate.

“Make sure you have your phone. Walking that late at night, in the city….. please text me” He said. You laughed, this poor guy was so protective of you.

“Yes dad” You chuckled. He smiled and went back to playing on his phone.

“Okay, there’s 2 bottles of breast milk in the fridge, and her snacks. I doubt you will need them, but they’re there for ya. Have fun with her tonight, and thanks. I appreciate you coming and watching her for me.” You said as Ayla finished, standing and passing her to him.

“Of course, I’d do anything for you” He stood up taking the baby and walked you to the door. Kissing Jaidyn and then your forehead.

“Be careful, please.” His voice held a hint of worry.

“Promise” You said as you grabbed Jaidyn’s hand and left.

“Ready baby?”

“Ready maman”

JB was a bundle of nerves, more than normal. Sound check had went smoothly, everything was great. The guys were feeling wonderful and ready to put on a killer performance. JB was ready to put his everything into this concert. He wanted his fans proud, but he also wanted you to be proud, if you actually showed.

“Do you think she actually is coming?!” Jackson asked, tearing JB from his thoughts.

“Well Jaidyn said she was coming to the concert!” Youngjae said plopping down beside Jackson on the couch.

“But is it this concert?” Mark asked.

“It has to be! She would never miss seeing her favourite member” BamBam said.

“It doesn’t matter. Tonight we will put on an amazing show for our fans. Everyone, I want you to concentrate and have fun, be safe too. No injuries” JB turned on the leader switch. Ensuring everyone's safety was priority.

Their manager announced what time it was and the members scurried to get ready.

“Hyung….” JB said quietly pulling his manager aside.

“She’s here.. I think…” He said to the older male, his manager looked shocked at this.

“Is she, really?” he quirked an eyebrow, JB understood his hesitation. His manager had picked him up on more than one occasion since you left. JB worried that one day his manager would lose it on him, tell him to get over you.

“Yes…. can you… you know…. help me to try and find her…. like you always do?” His manager smiled, for the past year he was helping to look for you, he had found your social media but it was private so he couldn’t access it. He always had a picture of you and Jaidyn to show the security workers, just in case you decided to show up. Tonight was no different.

“I will go see the head of security, if she comes… I will find her” He patted JB’s shoulder and went to leave. JB sighed in relief and went to get ready.

“Mommy, I am so hungry!” Jaidyn complained.

“Well… you’re the one who wanted to come wait in line. I can buy you food once we are inside” You smiled at her.

“Fine….” she pouted.

“Look, any minute now the doors will open okay, it’s almost 7pm” You reassured her. After what felt like forever, the doors finally opened. After proceeding to get in, the two of you walked around the venue before purchasing a hot dog and heading to your seats. Jaidyn was ecstatic. She was hyper and happy, jumping around in her seat waiting for the show to start.

“We saw her” the manager said as he walked back stage.

“WHAT?!” a chorus of voice shouted, looking towards him. They saw you, JB thought.

“Well, where is she?” Yugyeom asked, bouncing forward. He wanted nothing more than to hug you tightly and drag you home with them.

“Sitting in section 107, you guys have a good show. Don’t think about it to much. I will get more information okay.”

“Thank you” JB smiled, for the first time in a year he actually felt happy.

[softforcal]

Please continue the Y/N opener with Ashton!! Omg I love this series so much! The luke and Cal parts made me soft as Frick

ASHTON X OPENER!READER

(Poly) (Luke) (Cal) (Michael)

-you’re an rising performer and they saw you live once while creating their new album and all fell in love with your voice on the spot

-they convince management that they want you as their opener because you’re amazing

-when your management approaches you about it, of course you say yes and soon after that you’re following all of 5sos on insta and they’re following you

-they want to get to know you pre tour to see if you’re chill, it will be easier to tour together if you’re all buds

-so you go meet up with them at Cal’s house and spend the whole day getting to know each other

-they’re all super cool and you find yourselves all laughing and chilling next to the pool having a great time

-they show you some of their new songs and you all end up having an impromptu singing and dancing party

-yeah, its going to be a great tour

-you have to leave and they all offer to drive you home but you have it covered

-as soon as you’re gone they’re all just like “wow.” “yeah, she’s an angel.”

-they make a group chat with you in it and you all talk a bunch before the tour starts

-meeting up with them whenever you can

-Ashton convinces you to go to yoga

-you go walk Cal’s dog with him

-Michael getting you to create fortnite so you can play with him and Luke

-the first day of tour arrives and you show up to the airport only to be sneak attacked by Ashton who was totally waiting for you, he’d really want you to feel included and welcome

-getting to the plane and you go to sit by yourself but then Michael just comes and sits next to you and smiley, and he’s like “are you ready for tour?!” and he’s just a ray of absolute sunshine

-they all kind of take turns sitting next to you because the flight is so long

-you end up falling asleep on Luke’s shoulder and they’re all just like “oh my god she’s so cute.”

-Luke doesn’t let anyone wake you

-usually the opener would travel in a different van and tour bus but they really want to ‘include’ you so you end up being in their van most of the time and you sleep on the other tour bus but you’re in their bus most of the time

-your first show you go out there and you have an amazing set, as you get off the stage the guys all pull you into a huge hug to tell you how amazing you were

-getting to watch them preform and they are brilliant

-hanging out after the concert in a back stage room laughing and talking about the tour

-singing with them

-going over their note changes with them

-can you imagine singing with Calum and Luke and they both just adore your voice

-Michael trying to teach you how to play guitar if you don’t know how to already

-Cal trying to teach you to play bass

-And Ashton letting you dick around with his drums

-going out after concerts to look at the city

-you always get cold and one of them always ends up giving you their jacket

-or one of them offers to hug you to keep you warm

-Michael gives the best fucking hugs but Cal is a close second

-its because Michael is a lil squish okay!?! don’t fight me on this

-all of you taking pictures of each other and being able to freely post them because you’re their opener and its the cutest thing ever

-everyone speculating that you might be dating one of them

-taking cheeky photos where you’re kissing one of their cheeks or their kissing yours and everyone flips out

-spending entire bus rides in their bus goofing off and laughing and having a great time

-when you leave to go to your own bus for the night they spend at least an hour usually talking about the cute things you did while with them

-one night you’re in the chill area with them watching a movie and you fall asleep cuddled against Calum

-none of them want to move to wake you up so they all sleep there

-waking up next to these four guys, you all having moved at some time during the night and you’re just a cuddle blob

-pre concert rituals together with huge group hugs

-helping Luke put glitter on before a show because “more glitter!”

-sometimes they bring you on stage to sing with them as an encore

-you and Luke just have such vocal chemistry

-”and can we give it up for our angel and opening act, Y/N!”

-so many hugs

-group dogpiles after the show

-you all write songs together and bounce ideas off of each other

-harmonizing together

-tapping out beats together

-running around cities and usually one of them grabs your hand and starts running and then you’re all running around looking at stuff

-Cal and Ashton are huge fans of carrying you when you get tired

-getting shipped with all of them

-the five of you looking at the ship names and laughing then picking favourites

-so every guys favourite ship name is their own name with yours? what a fucking coincidence eh?

-they all ask your favourite ship name and you’re just like…… “uhhhhhh….”

-refusing to choose

-it would honestly be such a mess because it’s not like you don’t know they’re into you but its hard to choose because they’re all hella

—————————————————————–Ashton con’t here

-so the tour continues

-Ashton is super sweaty after concerts

-we all know this

-sweaty, dirty boy

-post concert chases where he tries to wrap his arms around you and get his sweat all over you

-usually you manage to evade him with everyone else laughing when he gives up

-but he comes off stage and you can see that gleam in his eye and you know he’s in it for the win

-the chase begins and after a little while the other boys clear out to shower or get changed but Ash is still chasing you

-”Seriously Ash, stop!” you scream

-”not a chance!”

-he finally manages to tackle you onto the couch

-his body lands mostly on you as he begins to tickle you too

-sweating and tickling?

-you’re screaming and kicking and he’s holding you down

-and then he stops

-you open your eyes to see how close your faces are

-you suddenly realized that you are pressed together almost everywhere and he has your hands pinned above your head

-breathing hard

-you can feel his breath on your face

-searching his eyes

-he whispers “Fuck.” before his lips are on yours

-you wrap your legs around his waist and he grinds down against you

-”what the fuck!?” someone screams

-you push Ashton off of you and he lands on the floor with an “oof.”

-then you’re both facing Michael who is standing there with his jaw on the floor

-you feel yourself turning red as you practically run from the room and to the van where Luke and Cal are already waiting

-you squish into the back and they’re both like “what’s wrong with you?” “i don’t want to talk about it.”

-a few minutes pass and Michael and Ashton show up and get in the seats in front of you

-the car ride is pretty quiet, everyone on their phones, and when you reach the hotel Michael and Ashton go in fast, leaving you Luke and Cal to straggle behind

-”so you kissed Ashton.” Luke states. “what?!” “Michael updated the group chat.” Cal answers

-refusing to talk about it until you get to your hotel room and you slip inside, falling onto the bed and practically screaming into the pillows

-you’d always thought Ashton was sexy as fuck. i mean. come on

-but you never thought anything would actually ever happen

-he’s your best friend

-but that kiss… wow

-you hadn’t even minded the sweat

-you get ready for bed but your mind is freaking out and you can’t even imagine sleeping

-there’s a knock at your door and your heart leaps out of your chest, especially because you totally know who it is

-opening the door to see Ashton pacing in the hallway

-he doesn’t say anything but brushes past you into your room, you close the door behind you

-he continues to pace

-you’ve never seen him this nervous

-”Ash?” you ask

-he ignores you, sitting on the bed with his head in his hands

-you sit next to him, putting your arms around him and rubbing his arms, “talk to me.” you whisper

-he sighs, turning to put his head on your shoulder, “i’m sorry i kissed you.” he states

-”don’t worry about it Ash.” you coo, running your fingers through his hair, still slightly damp from a shower, his eyes close and he groans slightly at the sensation

-he pulls away completely, standing and pacing again

-then he stops and looks at you

-you stand to say something but then his hands are on either side of your face as his lips are on yours again

-you step back and fall onto the bed, Ashton crashing down with you

-he pulls away, “i’m sorry i kissed you again.”

-”shut up and kiss me.”

-you don’t have to tell this man twice

-your legs wrap around his waist like it’s the most natural thing in the world

-you start to unbutton his shirt and he rolls off of you, laughing. “what?” you ask

-”give me a second.” he says, taking a deep breath, he turns to look at you, “i don’t usually get like this.”

-”what do you mean?” you ask, also turning onto your side to look at him

-”i usually don’t need a breather.” he clarifies, “two months ago when tour started i wouldn’t have stopped. but… i don’t want to ruin this.”

-he has a point. i mean you are his opener and if things get messy it wouldn’t be good

-”are you friend-zoning me?” you laugh

-”fuck no.” Ashton grins, “i like you a lot. i don’t want you to be like just another girl because you aren’t. you’re not just a good fuck.”

-”so you don’t want to fuc-” “i want to.” he interrupts, “but i want this too.” he says, pulling you to his chest to cuddle

-just cuddling and loving the feeling of each other

-”did you see Michael’s face?” you break the silence

-Ashton laughs and you can feel it in his chest, the beautiful rumble that vibrates through him and into you

-”i couldn’t help myself, you’re so sexy after concerts.” Ashton states.

-”you’re not to shabby yourself sweat boy.”

-”you’re going to regret that!” he says, beginning to tickle you again

-and just like that, you’re back in the situation with him on top of you, your hands pinned down as he makes you laugh like no one ever has before

-his lips are on yours again and this time there are no “i’m sorry”s or breathers

-each kiss is needy and rough, his hands in your hair, on your face, on your waist, up to under your bra line

-and your fingers are undoing the final buttons of his shirt then tearing it off

-he grinds himself down against you and you’re both moaning messes

-its rough but you expected nothing less from his boi

-but it’s also super passionate, with long kisses and shaky breaths

-running your fingers through his curls

-when you’re both finished he stays on top of you and you run your fingers across his face, “you’re still a sweaty boy.”

-”you should look in the mirror sweaty girl.” he laughs, kissing you softly

-and then he’s getting out of bed and pulling you with him towards the bathroom

-shower sex to wash off your sweaty boy

-you’re both so exhausted when you get back to bed that you pass out before either of you can really talk about it

-getting woken up by someone banging on your door because you need to be getting in the van in five minutes

-Ashton leaves before either of you can talk

-you manage to get ready and get to the van on time, taking your seat in the back with Luke and Cal

-the day goes by super fast and you and Ash don’t have any time to talk alone between interviews and other stuff that comes up and before you know it you’re back stage and they’re all giving you a quick hug before you go on

-Ash’s hug lasts a little longer and it looks like he wants to say something

-but he doesn’t

-you go on

-your set goes well

-when you get off and the boys go on you watch from back stage, eyes focused on Ashton as he plays. he’s always amazing, super passionate. but this looks next level and its insane.

-you can’t help but think about the night before

-they get off stage but Ashton doesn’t begin to chase you to rub you in sweat, he walks past you, grabbing your hand and dragging you to one of the change rooms

-you have no idea what to expect but as soon as that door closes Ashton’s lips are on your again

-you’ve lost count of how many times he’s kissed you in the past 24 hours

-his sweat doesn’t even bother you anymore

-but then you realize, you’ve been spending the whole day freaking out, wanting to talk about it and figure out what the fuck the two of you are even doing, and here you are getting distracted again

-”Ash, wait-” you manage to say when he begins kissing your neck

-”what?” he says between kisses

-”what are we doing?” you sigh

-he pulls away, hearing the distress in your voice

-”so we sort of talked about it last night and it wasnt clear and i’m just flustered because if this is just sex i don’t think i can take it, i’m your opener and-” you begin to rant

-”i said last night that you weren’t just sex.” he states, looking kinda confused

-”well yeah but you didn’t specify what that makes me?” you roll your eyes

-”oh.” he actually moves back a little, realizing wtf, “i want us to date.” he states finally

-”okay, me too.” you say with confidence

-his lips are back on yours and you’re laughing as he goes to your neck, “you know this isnt dating right?” you giggle

-”right…” he pulls away, grabbing your hand, “lets go get food. a real date.”

-this boy. i feel like he has a tough time with relationships and commitment because he travels and works so much and its hard for a lot of people to understand so he usually stays away from commitment

-but with you, you’re on the same page. you’re literally on tour with him. you get it

-but he’s still not used to actually wooing a girl

-come on fam, we all know Ash is a very sexual being lol

-so the two of you leave the venue and you find yourself at some random open 24 hours a day diner

-you guys are best buds already and i mean, you have already fucked a few times so you’re super comfortable together

-Ashton gets bored of being across from you in the booth so he comes over and sits next to you, his arm going over your shoulders

-talking about the concert

-him using a fork and knife to show you a new beat he’s had stuck in his head for ages

-him probably squishing your face and kissing you

-it just goes really well

-but you have to be back at the tour buses in an hour or so

-Ashton refuses to let you pay, “this is a date remember?” he grins, throwing down some money and grabbing your hand

-the two of you make your way back to the bus and you’re about to go to your own tour bus when Ash is like “where do you think you’re going?”

-”to my bus?” you laugh

-Ashton laughs “you’re hilarious.” and then he’s dragging you onto his bus

-the others are there already and look up from their phones when the two of you come in

-”if you two keep me awake tonight i’m going to fucking kill you.” Michael states as he gets into his bunk and pulls out his phone

-Calum and Luke grinning

-yeah they all know you two fucked the night before

-i mean, come on

-and so it starts like that

-buds that bang and go on dates

-its super playful

-lots of chasing and teasing and tickling and laughing

-stealing his button ups

-being on each others instas all the time and fans definitely pick up on you two being a thing

-you’re about to go on stage and Ash pulls you to his chest by your belt loops, giving you a kiss then he pulls out one of his iconic button ups and helps you put it on, “there. now your look is fuego.” before turning you around and giving you a pat on the bum before you go on stage

-as you’re going on you realize, like… is Ash making this official?

-the fans 100% recognize the button up

-also what a fucking couple move

-like, it dawning on you just how couple move that was

-getting off stage flustered and Ashton has the most shit eating grin ever, giving you a kiss on the cheek before he goes on stage

-looking at your phone and realizing this asshole also took a picture of you preforming in his shirt and posted it to Insta with the caption “when she looks better in your clothes than you do” with some heart emojis

-this fucking boi, just made shit insta official

-you likewise taking a picture of him preforming and uploading it with a caption like “this guy.” or “good one Irwin” or just emojis because your heart is dying

-he gets off stage and immediately pulls you to his sweaty chest, the most intense fucking kiss because Ya’ll are official

-i feel like dating this boi would include a lot of partying with him and Cal or the entire group

-dancing at clubs and he only has eyes for you

-getting back to the hotel, or on occasions the tour bus exhausted from a concert and a clubbing event but he always has energy to do the do

-the others getting so tired of it because Ashton has such a huge sex drive

-can you imagine like, your drummer gets sick one day on tour or something (i have not planned this shit out at all btw) and Ashton offers to step in immediately

-fans going wild for you and Ashton

-lots of insta videos of him tapping his fingers against random parts of your body

-your ass is his favourite drum set and this is canon ya’ll

-rough, sweaty, dirty, passionate sex

-he’s so silly and giggly and he just wants to see you smile

-Andy taking way too many videos of post concert you and Ash running around while he tries to get his sweat on you. you don’t mind it much anymore but you still run because it’s your couple thing

-shower sex.

-playing with his little curls because oh my fucking god

-talking about life and shit

-like talking with him for hours

-cuddling and talking for hours*

-stealing way too many of his button ups

-doing Bonzi and Fonzi with Calum one day and Ashton pretends to be jealous but he adores it

-sometimes he gives you his rings to wear

-(like during sex when he wants to use his hands and doesn’t want to hurt you or mess up his rings. like fam. can you IMagInE?)

-he takes so many beautiful pictures of you

-i mean, he has an eye for photography and he just adores you so much

-lots of pictures of you in his shirts

-lots of pictures of you doing super mundane tour things

-pictures of you in his bunk, or with your back to the camera as you slip on one of his shirts back stage, pictures of you going or coming off stage, pictures of the two of you exploring cities

-he’s not shy about the love fam

-all the love

-also the fandom doesn’t get enough videos of him singing so imagine just posting videos of the two of you duet-ing both of your songs

-and he’s still doing interviews and of course everyone wants to know about the two of you so whenever you come up in an interview, he messages you after to let you know that it happened and then you have to wait for it to be posted to see what he said about you

-he’s the sweetest muffin

-like he gushes about you

-the others all being so happy for him because he’s had difficulties finding relationships that work in the past but you two fit so well

-lots of post concert sex because he is so yummy playing the drums

-and he fucking knows it too

-i know i finish everything i write by saying im a slut for it, but seriously, i am such a slut for Ashton

[fluffyllamas-23]

The Honeymoon

Here’s some Stucky, bc I haven’t written them in far too long omg.  Steve has his Infinity War aesthetic, and Bucky has is First Avengers aesthetic because those are my favorite aesthetics for them don’t @ me 

“You gave all the information to the cat-sitter, right?” Bucky asks, sitting next to Steve on the couch.

“Mm-hmm,” Steve mumbles tiredly, stifling a yawn into his fist, “Nat has a name, by the way.”

Bucky’s mouth quirks up with a grin, “I know but I like referring to her as ‘the cat-sitter’...makes it feel like she can’t kick my ass.”

Steve rolls his eyes, smiling lightly at Bucky before he turns his attention back to the tiny black kitten at his side. He scritches between her eyes with a finger, and she responds by leaning her head back and closing her eyes as she purrs at him.

“I’m gonna miss you, Zoey,” Steve coos, scooping her up and nuzzling her. “D’you think she’ll be mad at us for leaving her alone for two weeks?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Steven. She won’t be mad, and she will not be alone for two weeks. Nat is staying over, the most she’ll be alone for is three hours.”

“But she’s still so little. Maybe we should bring her?”

“We aren’t bringing a kitten on our honeymoon.”

Steve and Bucky had finally married almost a month ago. They had been planning to take their honeymoon the following morning, but what they hadn’t anticipated was finding a tiny and scared black kitten right outside their apartment, shivering and drenched from the rainfall hours prior.

They didn’t have the heart to leave her outside, so Steve sent Bucky to the store for kitten food while he took her inside to dry off and warm up. They took her to the emergency vet later that evening, and in the four hours that Steve had known her, he had fallen head over heels for that tiny baby and there was no way they weren’t keeping her.

The vet estimated she was only about five weeks, and neither of them wanted to leave a kitten that young alone for two weeks. So, they postponed the honeymoon for the next month, thirty one days after finding her.

Steve was still nervous about leaving her alone for that long - Zoey had attached herself to him, and spent most of her time trailing after him from room to room, and crying when he shut the door on her. Bucky had managed to convince Steve to leave the cat with. Natasha, and Natasha to come housesit for them (though it didn’t take much convincing, because she secretly loves cats and is more than happy to watch Zoey for them).

“Buck...I don’t know about this.”

“Steven,” Bucky groans, “come on, it’s our honeymoon.”

“I know, I know, I just...I don’t know, I feel a little weird.”

“Weird how?”

“I’m not...sure?”

“You’re probably just nervous about leaving Zoey.”

“Maybe,” he mumbles.

“She’ll be fine. You’ll be fine, too, just think about the honeymoon. We’re going to have a great time, honey.”

Steve grins and wraps his arms around Bucky’s neck. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m excited.”

“Me too.”

*

“So this is what you meant when you said you felt weird,” Bucky grimaces, rubbing Steve’s back as he coughs into a fist and huddles in on himself.

Steve had fallen asleep almost immediately upon boarding their first flight. He woke up three hours later, so congested that he couldn’t stop sniffling. The body aches, headache, sore throat and coughing had kicked in a little while later, and Steve spent the majority of the time curled up against Bucky as much as his large, 6’1 frame allowed. Bucky had managed to get him another blanket, and Steve shivered miserably beneath three flimsy airline blankets, praying for death as the altitude made the sinus pressure increase painfully.

They touched down in Miami, and are currently sitting in the airport, waiting for their next flight to the Dominican Republic. Bucky had asked if he wanted to just turn around and fly home, but it would be a five hour trip back, as opposed to the two hour flight to their hotel, and Steve just wants to sleep in a bed, he doesn’t care what one.

“Ugh,” he groans, sniffling into a tissue. “Yeah, I guess. I wish I would have kndownd.”

“I’m sorry you’re feeling so awful, sweetheart,” Bucky says gently. “Lay down, put your head in my lap. Try and get some sleep.”

“I cand’t,” Steve croaks, “I cand’t breathe lyi’gg downd.”

He swallows around the sharp, raw feeling in his throat with a groan.

“I think we should go home.”

“Ndo.”

“You’re miserable, what do you mean ‘no’?”

“I mbeand,” he clears his throat, wincing as his hand darts to it. “It’s our hondeymboond.”

“I know. I want you to have fun, I don’t want you to be miserable.”

“But-“

“-I have an idea, just hear me out.”

“Alright.”

“Let’s honeymoon in Miami.”

“But-“

“-hear me out, shut up, Steven.”

“Sorry.”

“I’ll find us a hotel here to stay in. We’ll just relax for a few days until you’re feeling better, and then we can explore and have fun.”

“But you wandted to go to the Dombindicand so badly,” he groans.

“I know I did, but...honey, we can go anytime we want. I would rather you be sick the US and not a foreign country...especially one we don’t know the language.”

“Okay,” Steve relents. “I’mb really sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. You’re not allowed to apologize, you can’t help being sick.”

Steve sniffles, coughing into the crook of his elbow.

“Okay.”

“Good. Now just give me twenty minutes so i can book the hotel and figure out where to rent a car.”

*

It had taken nearly two hours, a trip to CVS and a phone call to Nat, but Steve is finally in bed, half asleep and trying not to feel too miserable.

Bucky is next to him, Steve’s head in his lap as he runs his fingers through his shaggy brown locks.

“How are you feeling?” Bucky asks gently.

“Really...bad,” he mumbles.

“You’ve still got a fever...I don’t think it’s gone down at all.”

“I just took mbeds...gotta give it a little timbe.”

“I know...doesn’t mean I have to like it, though.”

He coughs again, lungs seizing and threatening to eject themselves from his chest. He groans a little, thoroughly miserable as he tries to press himself even closer to Bucky.

“I dond’t like it either.”

Bucky grabs the thermometer and sticks it in his ear, despite Steve whining at him.

“Shush. You’re really warm, I want to check your fever.”

“You just took it tend mbindutes ago,” Steve grumbles.

Bucky frowns, looking at the numbers after a few seconds. “Yeah, and it’s going up.”

“Huh?”

“102.3. It was 101.9 last time I took it.”

“...Oh.”

“You’re starting to sound sleepier...ready for bed?”

Steve nods, fatigue already settled heavily in his bones and over his entire body. He feels himself drifting off, and before he even registers it, he’s asleep.  

[dc-marvel-imagines]

Wait...Your..?! - Peter Parker/Spider-man x Reader

Request: Hi omg I love your work!! Can I please request a spidey x reader civil war fic where they are on opposite sides during the fight but are also dating and find out mid battle? Idk..        

Having powers were cool and all but if you were someone who knew that powers could easily cause people harm then you’d need to train to control them better. That was your case in fact, you gained powers after an accident that happened when you were younger.

It all started when you were on a field trip in middle school when something blew up and the next thing you knew you woke up in a hospital bed with either ice on the bed and in the room or snow here and there falling from the roof.

It wasn’t until much later that a man who went by the name of Steve Rodgers offered you a place to train in order for you to control these new found ice powers of yours and still have a some what normal life.

It helped as you were now better with controlling it and also a high school student, you also had a hero name as well as a suit along with a friendly partner to help protect the city of Queens.

Spider-Man and Frost were the two main hero’s in the city stopping anyone and anything.

Though unknowing to both ‘partners’ they were actually lovers, yup you were dating the lovable dork and nerd - Peter Parker. At first you two were good friends and he even one day visited you in your hospital room glad you were okay and helped you recover.

Of course though you didn’t tell Peter about your new powers at that time due to the fear of you not being accepted over taking. That fear grew larger when he asked you out and continued to grow as time went on.

Then again you weren’t aware of Peter being the friendly neighborhood Spider-man, but of course when saving a city you both were more focused on the fact of saving people rather then who was behind the mask of one another.

Anyway after a day of school you walked home with Peter and Ned, those two talking up a storm as you listened to music on your iPod as you held Peter’s hand, the three of you were all walking home together like usual..first your house, then Peters and lastly Ned’s.

As your house came to sight you sighed and took off your headphones and smiled towards your friends/boyfriend.

“Well this is my stop, see you two at school alright?” You told. “Yeah see you at school.” Ned says. “I’ll call you later, okay (Y/N)?” Peter says. “Okay.” You nodded.

Smiling at them you walked up the stairs to your home after closing the gate behind you and walked inside, locking the door you took your shoes off and walked more inside the home since your parents weren’t here yet you silently walked up stairs to you room and closed the door.

Not long later though someone rang the door bell and you groaned as you just got home this was the last thing you wanted, walking back down after dropping off your bag you opened the door only to gasp at who it was.

“Steve?” You asked. “I need your help kid.” Steve muttered. “With what?” You asked.

Turning around a bit Steve looked at the car parked just outside your house and nodded his head towards you, two guys walked out and up to your home. Raising any eyebrow at this Steve asked if they could come in so he can explain.

Letting them in you locked the door and met with them in the kitchen, Steve then explained that his friend Bucky who you noticed to have a metal arm was in need of help and also explained what had happened for him you soon knew what Steve would soon ask you about.

“What do you need me to do?” You asked. “Tony and many others want to lock him up, but we want to know if it’s alright that you’ll fight along side us.” Steve said. “You don’t have to if you don’t believe in this kid.” Sam said. “No...I’ll fight along side you. Besides I do owe you one Steve when I needed help you offered and I was able to get on with my life with not much fear as last time.” You agreed. “Wait is this really a good idea? She’s a kid...” Bucky spoke up finally. “She can pack a punch and also handle herself.” Steve chuckled. “How?” Bucky asked. “Show him squirt.” Sam smirked.

Laughing a bit you grabbed a cup of water and filled it up, giving it to Bucky to hold he took it with a confused look and with just one finger you froze the water inside the cup.

“I can do much more thanks to Steve but for now that’s all I can show, I’ll help you as I can tell you weren’t in control and you do actually regret it. You deserve another chance and I’ll help Steve fight for that chance for you.” You explained.

**Time Skip**

Turns out Steve had hoped one day you would become a member of the Avengers and had Fury at one point make a new suit for you, it was in the color of both dark and light blue with a hint of black and some what white.

It felt amazing and looked good as well, thanking Steve for this you then went with the plan and were in the airport terminal with Bucky and Sam. Waiting for the signal to fight.

When it did come around you ran with them side by side with you in the middle of both men, that's when the shock happened. Spider man arrived! And...he was fighting with Iron-man...

“Spidey?” You asked shocked. “F-Frost? Your on Caps side?” Spider-man asked. “Yes, I think this man deserves a second chance it wasn’t who he really was when all that happened.” You replied. “I guess we got no choice but to fight one another...” Spider-man muttered. “Guess we do.” You sighed.

And with that the fight between former partners started, using your ice powers you sent some ice to flow in front of you as your other hand sent some to push you forwards to slide on the ice under you.

(Like the GIF above)

The fight was bittersweet as Spider-man actually did a good job of switching between you, Sam and Bucky from time to time. But that soon ended when both men got stuck from Spider-man’s webs and it left you and him fighting one another.

However after a small slip up on your behalf both of who you two really were revealed to one another...

“Ow...damn Peter will surely ask about this...” You groaned. “Ask about wha-?” Spider-man replied, getting caught off guard when he saw your face.

As you stood up you realized your mask must’ve been destroyed and all was left that Spider-man was staring at you in shock, shit....did he already know who you were? If that was the case then....you’d have a lot of explaining to do...

Something you feared that one day would happen...

For spidey he was shocked that the young hero he partnered up with and recently just fought was in fact his girlfriend. Peter didn’t know what to feel he was actually pretty much both shocked a little betrayed.

Shocked because he didn’t realize he was dating his partner in crime...

A little betrayed because he realized that when he noticed she was hiding something and whenever he asked what was wrong she said ‘nothing if I told you you’d hate me’ - at first he thought the worst but since it was this he was a bit betrayed that she’d think he wouldn’t accept her.

“(Y/N)?” Peter asked. “Do I know you?” You asked. “Babe your....” Peter said.

Babe? Wait...the only person who called you that was....

“Peter?” You asked.

Taking off his mask you two looked at one another in shock, so all this time they had been fighting side by side one another and didn’t even know it? How the hell does that happen?!

“Wait...Your Frost/Spider-man?!” You both shout.

**Time Skip**

When the day ended you were forced back to Queens and went straight to your home not speaking to Peter fearing he now hated you for fighting for what you believed and also for not telling you his secret. You came to terms with accepting him as Spider-man rather quickly but with having ice powers made you feel different more so then Peter ever was really.

The excuse of what happened to you was that you got jumped but Peter saved you, your parents bought that lie and patched up your wounds even though they already had been and sent you to your room to rest.

About five minutes later Peter showed up at your window and entered inside after you saw him and waited, silently closing the window he sighed and walked towards the end of your bed and sat down.

“Listen I...I’m sorry for the fight, and I need to know this..” Peter started. “What is it?” You asked. “Why didn’t you tell me about being Frost?” Peter asked, careful not to let your parents know. “When you gain ice powers and at first they were out of control you get the fear of being rejected by those you love....Cap helped me control these new powers and I needed to repay him for that by fighting along side him and help Bucky get out of there...I know we view things different but when it was explained to me I had to accept his offer of help.” You explained. “I know I know, but you need to understand no matter what happens I still love you and accept you.” Peter says.

Smiling you move closer to him and hug him close, despite the wounds on both of you and how they hurt you two held one another in an embrace that was very much needed.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I feared you would hate me but I’m so happy you still accept me.” You smiled. “We still partners in crime?” Peter asked. “Yeah you lovable goof.” You laughed.

Smiling at one another you then leaned in for a short kiss and for about an hour you both sat on your bed speaking about things before Peter sneaked back out of your room and back home.

Laying on your bed you smiled brightly as you continued on to think on the fact your dorky boyfriend accepted you no matter what.

Heck why did you fear that he wouldn’t in the first place?

||A/N: Sorry this took so long I wasn’t sure how the hell to start it off, but either way I hope you like it!!||

[acelezz]

A Look Into My Life: Today is A Special Day For Me

Why, you might ask? Because one year ago from today, I became a fan of The Loud House. And how do I remember this, you might ask? Well, I’ll tell you the story:

The first time I had ever seen anything from the Loud House was when I as bored one day last year and was in a Gay Mood™(and I’ve been having Gay Moods™ like two or three years before I discovered that I like boys and girls so honestly I don’t know what took me so long to realize. When I would get these moods, I honestly thought I was straight just curious about LGBTQ+ people. Younger me was so oblivious to my own self) and decided to watch a clip of Clyde’s Dads making their first appearance on the show, which I somehow knew about even though I had stopped watching Nickelodeon for a bit. I probably knew from being so aware of what was going on in the LGBTQ+ community. 

And last year, when “L is For Love” aired (but I wasn’t aware of that at the time), my family and I had just gotten home from my cousin’s graduation and graduation party. I was about to go to bed and was on my phone, scrolling through the explore page on Instagram when I saw a post that showed some screen caps of Luna giving her letter to Sam. I have no idea how the post managed to get to me because at the time, I didn’t really watch Nickelodeon that much or any kids shows. At the time, I knew literally nothing about the show except for the main character was named Lincoln ho had a best friend named Clyde who has two dads. And I knew that Lincoln has ten sisters, but I didn’t know what their names were or what they looked like. And so when I saw the post, I remember thinking, “Oh, some girl on the Loud House has a crush on one of Lincoln’s sisters! How cool!” Because I didn’t know that all of the kids had “L” names. Also, I didn’t expect for the one who was giving out the love letter to be Lincoln’s sister because I didn’t expect for the show to reveal a main character as LGBTQ+ so early on in the show, which is really awesome that they did.

But then that Sunday was Father’s Day and I was with my whole entire family again in our favorite diner to celebrate. There’s a flat screen TV in the room that we usually eat in and I guess a kid had requested for them to put on Nickelodeon because The Loud House was on when we got there. And I remember looking over at the TV and seeing “L is Love” on an episode card. And I had no idea that was the episode with the girl having a crush on another girl. I have no idea how that didn’t click with me. I think that when I saw the post, I wasn’t feeling good that day and had to push myself to go to the graduation and the dinner, so by the time that I saw the post, I was exhausted and kind of forgot all about it. But I remember thinking, “Huh, is that a pattern that they usually have in their episode titles since this is a kids show?” And I tried to watch the episode, but the sound wasn't on and I was too far away to read the subtitles and so I just turned my attention back to my family. And it was Father’s Day so it would have been pretty rude for me to do that anyway.

But a few days after that, my family and I went to Disney World and Universal Studios for vacation and spent five days at each with one day of rest. I remember that we had to fly back home on July 1st. I remember that on the last day of the trip, which was June 30th, my family and I were planning on going to the Magic Kingdom to see the nighttime firework show at Cinderella’s castle(whatever the name of the show is because I honestly forget). And I was already ready and I was waiting for my parents to get ready so we could leave and go to the Magic Kingdom. And so I was bored and decided to watch Nickelodeon because I wanted to see if the Loud House was any good besides what I had already seen of it. I figured that since it was Nickelodeon’s second most popular cartoon at the time(which it still is and probably will be until SpongeBob ends, but SpongeBob shows no signs of ending soon so I don’t know if tlh will ever out run it, but that show doesn’t show any signs of ending soon either so it might) that it would be on. And I was right.

And I had just happened to turn it on either during the theme song or during the commercials and then “No Such Luck” started. And you’re probably wondering, how in the world did I become such a fan of this show if the first episode that I watched of it was the worst one? Well, at the time, I didn’t know how the show usually was and didn’t know that. When I watched it, I thought it was better than any of the other new nicktoons that I had seen prior. And plus, I was bored so I decided to keep on watching and the much better “Frog Wild” came on. Now that I have seen every episode of the Loud House, I know that “No Such Luck” is definitely my least favorite. And then I watched “Intern For the Worse” and then I think my parents were ready then because I remember watching half of it and then having to go back to watch the rest.

But after we got back from having a spectacular time at Magic Kingdom, I couldn’t sleep. I’m very sensitive to sugar and caffeine especially at night and made the mistake of going to the Starbucks that they had there. I did ask for decaf but they might have been so busy that they forgot. But it might have been just the star itself because the frap that I had was very chocolaty. And so, while I was laying in bed trying to sleep, I kept on thinking about the Loud House. and so I decided to look it up on wikipedia. And I saw this picture:

that shows all of the main characters and their names and so I was trying to learn all of their names and then I got to Luna and got a major gay vibe from her. It wasn’t because of her looks, there was just something that was telling me that she was gay. It was probably that post that I had seen of her giving her love letter to Sam that I forgot about trying to push its way through the very back of my memories. And then as I’m looking at that, the words “lesbian/bisexual” in blue catches my eye. And then I looked up to see that it was under Luna’s description and I still hadn’t gotten all of their names down and I was like, “OMG IS THAT THE GIRL I SAID WAS GAY BEFORE” and I looked at the picture again and realized that the name Luna did match up with the character that I thought was gay.

And so I started mentally screaming. “OMG I WAS RIGHT. HOW DID I DO THAT?!? BUT CALL ME THE QUEER WHISPERER BECAUSE MY GAYDAR CORRECTLY DETECTED THAT A CARTOON CHARACTER ISN’T STRAIGHT!!”

And so I saw that she was revealed to be bi in “L is For Love” and I was like “holy crap, that’s the episode that came on when I went to the diner on Father’s Day” and I read even more and saw that it came out on June 15th, 2017 and was like, “holy cow this is like one of the most recent episodes!” (and at the time it was the most recent). and so i was like, “This is so cool, I gotta watch this!”

So yeah, when I watched “L is For Love”, I wasn’t surprised when Luna gave her letter to a girl because it had already been spoiled for me, but I still could see how people thought it was the boy because Luna never uses Sam’s pronouns and the boy was shown with Sam in every scene that she was in for that episode. But after I watched it, that’s when I had a flashback of that post and I was like, “omg! I saw this on Instagram! I can’t believe that I forgot all about it!”

And I saw somewhere that it said that Luna could be bi and that she liked a boy in “Study Muffin” and so I watched that too. And after that, I as convinced that it was a wonderful show. I think I watched the full episode where Clyde’s Dads were introduced, “Overnight Success”. And I started to get really into it and at that time, since the show was a year newer and had less episodes out, pretty much all of the episodes that were out at the time were on the Nick App. and I was like “I should watch all of these while I can” and kept on watching episodes until I realized it was 2am and that I had to get up early and go to the airport and went to bed. But yeah, I used that summer and the nick app to get caught up and I’m glad that I did because not all of those episodes are up on there anymore and because the Nick App no loner has my TV provider even though it’s one of the most widely known ones in my country :(. 

And yeah, so that’s the story of how I became a fan of the Loud House. I hope that you all enjoyed my Ted talk. 

Have a nice day, everyone! :)

[whydontwe-fanfics]

Unexpected (J.M)

Description: You catch Jonah cheating and the boys all knew about it.

Part 2 Part 3

Warning: Jonah being an asshole, angst?, swearing

Word Count: 2.7k

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Jack and Zach sat on stools surrounding the island in their kitchen, the laptop decked before then opened up to a YouNow tab. They hadn't started a session yet, both being too busy laughing and goofing around with each other.

Behind them, in one corner of the kitchen where a seating booth was placed, you and Jonah sat with each other - more so on each other. Jonah's back was pressed against one side of the booth as he sat horizontally on the couch. You sat on his leg that was rested upon the couch-like seating as his left arm stays secured around your waist, holding you against him. His right hand held his phone as he went browsing through it, and you scrolled through Instagram with your head sorted slightly in the crook of his neck.

Jonah hummed quietly to himself, but when he had stopped a while back, you told him to continue and he hasn't quit lowly humming random songs since then.

It was a lazy day at the Why Don't We house. You and Jonah had lounged around all day; Jack and Zach have been hanging around and about; Daniel was playing around with his guitar in his room, trying to come up with new tunes; and Corbyn was out with his girlfriend, Christina.

You would giggle quietly and show Jonah a picture you'd find funny on Instagram, to which he'd grin sheepishly at how adorable he had found your sense of humor.

Eventually, Jack and Zach start their YouNow session, smiling and laughing into the camera as they answer questions and such. Thirty minutes passed with them talking to their fans out there when Jack shifted the laptop, making the view behind them - that being Jonah and you - much easier to see online.

is that Y/N with Jonah? Jonah and Y/N are together? OMG Y/N AND JONAH ARE GOALS BACK THERE

"Is that Y/N with Jonah?" Jack read before turning behind him to see you and Jonah in the exact same position you were in an hour ago.

"Yeah, I thought everybody knew they were together," Zach ran a hand through his hair, answering the questions.

"I heard my name," Jonah said aloud to the two boys at the counter.

"Everybody is saying hi to you and Y/N," Jack told you two.

"Oh, hi," you wave with a smile at the camera.

"Whaddup!" Jonah hollered with a chuckle as you sit upwards.

"They just lie around doing nothing all the time," Jack exaggerates an eye roll, resulting in Jonah doing the same.

"We do stuff," you object.

"Yeah, stuff," Jack chuckles, to which Jonah and Zach start laughing as your face turns red. "I hate you all," you murmur, looking back down at your phone and hoping that your hair shields you from the view of a little less than a few thousand people watching.

"Don't be shy, princess," Jonah laughs, trying to push your hair out of your face, but you fight to stay hidden. It ends up as some sort of wrestle where you end up at the bottom and he straddles you.

"As you can see, they're really gross," Zach tells the viewers with a small shake of the head.

Eventually, you had gotten a text from your dad telling you that you'd have to be home soon to pack.

Your siblings, parents and you were all going on a trip to Florida the following morning to visit family over there. You'd be gone for the upcoming week, unfortunately over 2,000 miles away from your boyfriend and best friends.

"Ugh, I gotta go," you groan just as Zach and Jack finish up their time goofing around to their viewers.

"You want me to drive you?" Jonah asked.

"No, my brother's like five minutes away," you told him, rising to your feet and going to find your shoes to put on.

"Wait, aren't you leaving to St Augustine tomorrow?" Zach asks as the boys follow you to the center of their house.

"Sadly," you say with a small frown as you slip your sneakers on.

"How long are you gonna be gone?"

"A week," Jonah answers sadly for you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

"Are you gonna stop by in the morning?" Jack asks, leaning against the wall.

"I'm leaving around 3 in the morning, so most likely not," you shake your head, retrieving your messenger bag from the floor and shrugging it onto your shoulder. "So this is the last time I'll be seeing your butts for seven days."

"Thanks for the heads up," Jack frowned.

"I've told you guys this at least ten times by now," Jonah throws a hand in the air.

"We don't listen to you, Jonah," Zach says.

"Trust me, I know," Jonah huffs.

"It's okay, guys. I'll be back before you know it," you promise, turning in Jonah's arms to give him a kiss on the cheek just as your phone dings from your hand. You look down and see your brother's text message, tell you that he was outside. "That's my cue."'

"We'll miss you, Y/N/N," Zach says as Jack pushes Jonah away from you as the two boys take you in between them. "Daniel! Y/N's leaving for a year!" He shouts at the top of his lungs.

You laugh as you hear Daniel's door shoot open followed by the sound of footsteps running down the stairs.

"What?" He asks loudly, racing towards everybody with furrowed eyebrows.

"Zach's just being a dick," you shook your head with a small smile. "But hey, you care."

"She's only leaving for a week," Jonah tells Daniel as he takes a drink from his water bottle.

"Wait, why?" Daniel asks.

"Oh my-" Jonah slaps his forehead as you laugh, pulling away from Zach and Jack to give Daniel a hug.

"Mark is waiting outside, so I better u going. See you boys in a few; I'll FaceTime you guys later."

"Bye, babe," Jonah takes you into his arms and leans in for a kiss on the lips that last a few seconds. You were too busy kissing Jonah to notice the wary glances the other three boys in the room were giving you two.

"Okay, I'll text you all later. Love you!" You then waved with a small smile and quickly walked out of the door and towards your annoyed brother who was repeatedly honking the horn of his car.

When Jonah closed the door behind you, he turned to the boys who were all looking at him with stoic facial expressions.

"What?" Jonah questioned to which the boys all responded with blank faces and silence.

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It was five in the morning when you, your two younger sisters, old brother and parents all sat in the crowded airport filled to the brim with angry people. Why was it filled with anger and annoyance? Because ten flights have been canceled because of something still not acknowledged by everyone.

But something everyone did know was that no flights will take off until three that afternoon.

Your five-year-old sister, Evelyn (random name), sat on your lap while playing with your necklace, her head resting on your shoulder. Your ten-year-old sister, Cara (another random name), sat beside you with her head leaning against Mark's arm, drifting in and out of sleep.

"Okay, kids, we're just gonna head home for now and catch a flight at six," your father finally said, standing up along with your mother. You sigh and rise to your feet, bringing Evelyn up with you.

Your brother woke up Cara and the next thing you know, you're all home and everybody is going back to sleep, your parents in a very pissy mood.

Around nine, you wake up realizing that you never told the boys that your flight was canceled. You go to acknowledge them all in the group chat, but the idea of showing up at their house as a surprise entered your mind.

Quickly, you headed to your brother's room to ask him to borrow his keys for a few, and surprisingly he says yes.

About thirty minutes later, you arrive at the boys' house and hop out the car. Unsurprisingly, their back door is unlocked, something you tell them not to do constantly.

When you walk in, you hear the boys' shouting and yelling from here and there all around, making you shake your head with a smile.

You stepped into the center room and chuckled quietly, watching as Jack, Zach, and Corbyn all play video games on the couch, their backs facing you.

"Who's winning?" You abruptly ask, making all of them jump and whip their heads towards you. Your eyebrows furrow when you see all of their faces suddenly go white, as if they've seen a ghost.

"Y/N?" Jack's eyes go wide as he instantly rises to his feet.

"What's up, fellas?" You cross your arms with a small smile. "Why do you all look like you've just seen a ghost?"

"I-we-" Jack stutters.

"We just thought you'd be in Florida by now," Zach says, rising to his feet as well.

"Yeah, our plane got delayed so we'll be leaving later today. Mark let me drive his car here-"

"Jonah isn't here," Corbyn rushed out.

"His car's in the driveway," you raise your eyebrows, not thinking too much into why Corbyn would lie like that.

"Yeah-but-uh-" Jack stuttered once more.

"You guys are being so weird. I just wanted to surprise you guys. Sorry, I didn't know I'd have to warn you or some-"

"You can't just pop up out of nowhere like that," Corbyn harshly says, to which your small smile immediately washed away at.

"Oh," you said, your voice quiet now. "I-"

"He didn't mean it like that," Jack says, the first sentence to leave his mouth in the form of actual words.

"It's alright," you mumble. "I'll just say hi to Jonah and go-"

"No," the three of them say in sync, their panic synchronized, as well.

You suddenly grow a knot in your throat, paranoia subsiding in you. Why did they lie about Jonah not being here and why are they all so upset about you showing up out of nowhere? You do it all of the time.

Evidently, you turned and sped walked right up the steps and towards Jonah's room. You could've sworn you heard one of them mutter 'shit' but you knew you heard Zach yell a 'wait'.

When you got to Jonah's door, a part of you didn't want to open it. What if your presumptions were proved correct with just one small action? Would Jonah really... you didn't even want to think of the word alone.

Taking in a deep breath, you opened his door abruptly.

And that's all it took for your world to crumble right before your eyes.

There Jonah was on his bed, a girl's legs wrapped around his waist as she straddled him - something you did to him a lot. Their mouths were locked together, her arms around his neck as he felt up her bare thighs.

The second the door handle hit the wall, both bodies shot apart and turned towards you.

"Y/N," Jonah's eyes go wide as his face turns just as white as the boys' downstairs did.

You hadn't known tears even surfaced until you tasted the saltiness of it, the tears hitting your lips before your senses. It was as if time froze and while everything else kept on going, your heart stopped.

So many things raced through your mind, but your legs reacted before you could.

You had never been one to run away from problems, but you hadn't thought twice before taking off, running down the stairs and right past the boys. You hadn't gotten a glimpse of their faces, and you didn't want to.

You were determined to get to your brother's car and drive away, never to return to the shit hole you would always call your second home.

"Y/N!" Voices called after you, but you wouldn't stop for a million dollars. You were so lucky the car keys were in your hoodie pocket, so opening the car wasn't the hard part. The hard part would be outrunning the group of boys that tried to get to you before you got to the vehicle.

But somehow, you managed to do so.

Tears ran right down your face as you threw yourself into the front seat of your brother's car and immediately locked the doors, your breathing picking up as you felt anxiety creeping in. You felt as if your brain would pop, a sob rising in your throat. Your blinking turned harsh as loud cries began to leave your mouth. You bring your left hand up to cover your mouth before quickly turning the engine on.

You jumped when various knockings were heard on the windows of your car, but you ignored them with everything you had, bawling your eyes out for everyone around to see.

You then drove away, your breathing growing quicker by the second. It was then that everything hit you.

Jonah. Your boyfriend of a year and a half. He had just cheated on you... and you don't know the half of it.

How long had he been cheating? How long had the boys - your apparent best friends - known about it all?

You felt stupid. Humiliated. Sick.

You swerved to the side of the clear road when you were far enough from the hell house, opening your door just to empty your insides on the cement ground. Your cries continued as vile left your mouth.

The rest of the ride back was silent. Your cries went quiet as tears continued rolling down your face. You hyperventilated the entire way home, hiccups accompanying you along with everything else.

Over a thousand thoughts must've run through your mind, each and every one of them making you even more upset than you already were.

But through it all, your face went emotionless as anger began to consume you. How dare he? How dare that asshole? Every time he's said he loved you, every time you've kissed, every time you've done things together, things you'll now regret more and more from further on.

By the time you pull into your driveway, your eyes are swollen and puffy, the gloss on them as clear as daylight. Streaks from the tears imprinted onto your cheeks and you looked nearly dead.

The second you walked into your living room, you saw Mark watching television while Cara played on her tablet beside him and Evelyn played with her toys in the corner.

Mark's head turns to you and he has to do a double take before jumping to his feet.

"What the hell happened?" He stormed to you, checking if you had been hurt.

"I'm pretty sure I was just cheated on," you sigh, placing his car keys on the hallway table.

Mark's eyes widen with surprise before turning to anger.

"What happened?" Cara asked, walking up to you with a frown. "Are you okay?"

"Oh, I'm perfect," you smile before deeply sighing. "I'll be in my room until we leave."

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"Shit shit shit shit," Jonah sat on the couch with his hands covering his face, his heart pounding ridiculously fast in his chest. "Why the fuck was she here?"

"She-she said her plane got delayed-" Jack grumbled, running his own hand down his face.

"Fuck, man," Zach kicked the wall.

"What the fuck are you shitting about, I'm the one who just lost my fucking girlfriend," Jonah angrily said.

"And whose fucking fault is that? Corbyn jumped in, defending Zach. "We just lost our best friend because we've been covering your ass."

"You idiot," Jack shook his head.

"I know, alright? I know."

"Fuck."

The house was filled with endless swearing as all boys stood around, frowns inked onto their faces at the memory of seeing you sobbing while driving off.

"We all just lost someone important to us, alright?" Corbyn said. "I was a dick to her - we all were. Jonah should've kept his fucking dick in his damn pants and we shouldn't have lied to someone we have no right to call our best friend."

"I just-" Jonah couldn't even talk. "I don't want to fucking lose her."

"You should've thought about that before hooking up with some chick not even an entire five hours after Y/N was supposed to leave Cali," Zach shook his head.

"I need to talk to her."

"No, you need to leave her alone," Jack said. "You saw her. She was..."

"Crying her eyes out," Jonah solemnly said.

"And it was because of all of us."

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[lexaislove]

I am Yours (A Clexa AU FanFic)

Chapter Three: The Day Before

An hour later the Woods sisters were ready to attack the day.

Dressed in their Armani pantsuits. Anya with her braided dirty blonde hair on the side and Lexa who wore her auburn hair down looks like they’re gonna conquer a damn war.

And sure they are. They are the Woods sisters after all. They are born for this.

As they are leaving…

A: Can I drive us to work Lexi? Please? (looking at Lexa with puppy eyes)

L: We pay Semet for that A. Let the guy do his job.

A: You’re such a killjoy, smartass.

As they’re braving the San Fran traffic, Lexa keeps on wandering what Clarke is up to. Thinking if she’s thinking of her too…

Anya nudged her as they were arriving in the underground garage.

They make their way to the elevator and up to the top floor.

Friday morning was a breeze filled with meetings and contracts signing. Without knowing it’s time for lunch.

Anya and Lexa headed to their fave restaurant just across their building. Il Fornaio, an Italian restaurant.

As they are accompanied to their table, Lexa asked for her fave white wine before she is seated.

L: One bottle of Anas-Cetta Elvio Cogno 2013 please.

The waiter nods politely as he walks away.

A: One whole bottle Lexi? Really? (brows furrowed as she looks at Lexa)

L: Oh who’s the killjoy now huh!! (laughing at Anya)

Anya looks smilingly at her sister wondering if it’s really a good idea to drink an entire bottle of wine. But being a good sister that she is… She didn’t argue back.

The waiter came back with the bottle and took their order.

A: I’m having the Pennoni A La Vodka please. Thank you.

L: And I’m having the Salmone Con Spinaci. Thank you.

Half way to their lunch, Lexa’s cell phone rings. As she looks at the phone screen, her face glows as she sees Lincoln’s name.

L: Hey badass, how are you?

Li: Heda!! *commander* I’m great. Hope you are too. And Anya?

L: The nerd’s OK. She’s in front of me stuffing her face with pasta (laughing at Anya while pointing at her)

A: Shop of *be quiet* Dork! (clearly annoyed by her sister). Tell Linc that I miss his ugly face!

Li: I heard you A. I miss you too. And you Lex. That is why you have to come and get me at the airport. My plane just landed. Surpriiiiiiise!!

L: (smiling uncontrollably) For real Linc? OMG.. I’ll finish lunch and I’m coming. That OK with you?

Li: Sure Lex… Thank your time. I’m gonna go grab something to eat while I wait for you. Thanks and see you soon.

Lexa and Anya’s happy to know that their cousin’s alive. He’s in the Marine Corps for two years now…

With that they finish lunch so Lexa could go pick Lincoln up.

Thirty minutes later, Clarke and Raven are ready to go.

Raven owns Mechanic Haven Garage located on the Dogpatch District. She works with their friends Monty Green and Jasper Jordan. They work well together. Clients keep coming in and bringing new clients too. Business is booming.

Clarke owns The Grounder’s Art Gallery. It’s her baby. A childhood dream coming true.

As Clarke walks up to the gallery, her assistant and BFF#2 Octavia Blake walks up to her.

O: Good morning princess. I want to tell you that for today you have nothing to worry about. Everything’s A-okay for tomorrow’s opening. (hugging and beaming at Clarke)

C: Good morning O… Really?? I freaking love you. I couldn’t make it without you O. You’re my life saver. You’re sure everything’s OK?

O: Positive babe. Positive.

C: So, can I be at the atelier without being disturbed today? I have to do a piece for someone.

O: Sure thing C. Just buzz me if you want something.

C: Thank you O.

With that Clarke sways herself to the atelier.

She readies her easel, a blank canvas and her oil paints ready.

She pulls the Forbes magazine with Lexa on the front cover from her bag and proceeds to create a painting of her. She hopes it will be ready and dry so she can give it to her tomorrow night.

By lunch time, Octavia buzzes in to ask her if she wants something to eat.

O: C. I’m ordering from Hard Knox Café. Want something to eat?

C: Yes please. One Spicy Chicken Sandwich and two Ace Pear Cider. Thanks O.

O: Gotcha… I’ll deliver it to you when it arrives.

C: Thanks babe.

Twenty minutes later Octavia came bringing her order… As she was leaving she caught sight of the unfinished painting…

O: (visibly shocked) Why on earth are you painting Lexa Woods, Clarke?

C: (blushing lightly) It’s a long story O. But promise I’ll tell you sooner or later. I promise.

O: (frowning slightly) Whatever you say, boss! (turning her heels to leave)

C: (murmuring to herself) I’m gonna tell her at some point. Just not now, not yet.

Hours passes and she finally put her brush down. The painting’s finished and she loved it. Hoping Lexa will love it as much as her.

By five o'clock, Octavia buzzes in to say she’s leaving and that she’ll see her tomorrow evening…

Thirty minutes later and she’s leaving too. As she’s locking the door, she senses someone is staring at her… She turned around and there she is. Lexa freaking Woods.

 By one thirty, Anya’s heading back to their building and Lexa’s on her way to the airport to pick up Lincoln.

She decided to have her afternoon off to catch up with her cousin.

She actually planned to go jogging near where she saw Clarke the previous day hoping to see her.

As she arrived at the airport, Lincoln saw her first. Eagerly running towards her. Arms flung open to hug his cousin.

Li: Leeeeeeexxxxx! I missed you (hugging her tightly)

L: I miss you more badass!!! Come on. We have some catching up to do.

Lexa instructed Semet to drive them home. As they arrived, Lincoln looks up at the mansion, his head full of fond memories of this place.

Lincoln went upstairs to his old room to put away his luggage while Lexa serves them both a glass of scotch.

L: I’m happy to see you alive and kicking Linc. With all that’s happening in this world… I’m so happy you’re here.

Lin: Mochof, *thank you* Lex. I’m thankful to be here.

L: Monin hou *welcome, home* Linc

They clink their glasses toasting to their seeing each other again.

By five thirty Lexi excuses herself for a needed jog. Linc then goes to his room to rest before Anya arrives from work.

Lexa changes to her jogging gear and off she goes. Wishing to see Clarke again.

C: (hands shaking and face blushing) Hi, Lexa… You… Uhmmm surprised me. (trying to hide her smile)

L: (face flushed from jogging and seeing Clarke) Hi!!! Yeah… I wanted to see you before tomorrow night… I hope you don’t mind.

C: (flattered obviously) I don’t mind really… What can I do for you?

L: For tomorrow can I bring some people with me? Family actually… My sister and cousin… If that’s OK…

C: Of course it’s OK Lexa. The more the merrier. (smiling sheepishly) And I can’t wait to meet them.

L: Thank you Klark. (hugging her)

Clarke’s thankful Lexa can’t see her face blushing but she knows that she can feel her heart beating fast.

Lexa’s in heaven in Clarke’s embrace. She doesn’t want to break it.

It was Clarke who broke the hug and immediately they each sensed lose. And they crave to be in each others arms once again.

L: Do you mind me asking for your number? (offering Clarke her phone so she can put in her number)

C: Oh no of course not. Here’s my digits (taps away her number on Lexa’s phone with a smile on her face)

L: Thanks I’ll send you a message promise. I have to go though. My sister will be home soon. Take care Clarke. See you tomorrow. (leaning on Clarke, she gave her a chaste but longing kiss on her cheek)

C: Take care Lex. I can’t wait to see you again. (face flushed because of Lexa’s kiss)

As she looks at Lexa jogging away, she carreses her cheek absentmindedly. Savoring the moment. And wishing that there will be more.

[lukeysgirl]

Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.11

                                               Part E L E V E N 

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: im back, hello! im so, so, so sorry for the slowness of these parts! school is crushing me rn and my recent break up is no help. but, i decided to let you guys in on a little personal side of me: im implementing some of my lyrics into this part (i write music a bit, too), so i really hope you like it! 

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]  

                                                    I M A G I N E

At the airport, 6:23 A.M.

At 11:11 P.M., Calum tweeted a photo of you and him kissing with the caption, “made a wish, got a wish.” 

It seemed like such a small detail from the big night you had, but it meant so much to you. Especially how Calum kept the two of you fairly sober so no risks would have happened there. The worry over you was insane with him as he rarely let you out of his sight. It was warm and endearing, you admit. 

And now here you were, sat tiredly at the asscrack of dawn, awaiting for your plane to be ready. Ashton was off with Michael and Luke to buy a lot of food to avoid the disgusting airplane food. So you and Calum were waiting by your flight entrance with you on his lap. 

“I am so sleepy,” you admit with a yawn. Calum watched as you widened your mouth and let out your breath. He smiled when you crinkled your nose and dabbed at the ends of your eyes for tears. 

“You’re so beautiful, did you know that?” Calum asked sweetly, giving you a cheeky smile. You blushed, pulling Calum a bit closer so you can bury your shy face into the crook of his neck. “Are you blushing, baby?” 

“Yes.” You spoke against his neck. 

“Aw, c’mon, it’s okay!” Calum cooed, gently trying to push you off but you were too set on clinging onto him. He even tried softly jabbing into your sides but you refused to let him win. You giggled against his neck, having him tense a bit before wrapped his arms around your again. “F-fuck...” 

“Hm?” You hummed into his neck, wondering why he had cursed in your ear. 

“My neck...” Calum growled, having you pull away as you stared at the Maori boy with awe. 

“Are you... sensitive there, Calum?” You pondered quietly at him. He looked away sheepishly, his cheeks flaring a light hue of pink. His almond eyes darted distantly down to the carpets floor, having you smile at his embarrassment. 

“I’m only sensitive there because you’re the one touching it,” Calum answered sternly. He held a bit of a pout while still looking away from you. You smiled even more at how his sensitivity was only accessible by you. Feeling a little confident boost, you cup his cheeks with your cool hands and force him to face you. 

“You’re cute, did you know that?” You whispered, pressing your lips against his puckered ones. Pulling back, you watch as he once again looked away as blood surged to his cheeks. 

“I don’t like how much I like you,” Calum grumbled. “It’s so annoying.” You giggled again, bringing your hands up to his hair to give it a bit of a ruffle. Calum stubbornly submitted to this as he held your waist to ensure your safety. 

“Yeah, yeah,” you said with an eye roll. You poked his nose, having him crinkle it to make you laugh. You’ve never felt so adored in your life until this moment. You leaned in to kiss the Maori boy, only to be interrupted by someone calling his name. 

“Oh my gosh, it’s Calum!” An Irish girl cheered, having you quickly retrieve yourself from Calum’s lap to allow him to interact with the fans. But you knew they had already taken pictures, having you flush as the crowd of girls surrounded Calum. 

“Omg Calum, can we have a photo?” 

“Please sign my arm!” 

“I am so in love with you!” 

They bombarded Calum with all this praise. It made you smile to see him overwhelmed with emotion when people recognized him as their idol. They loved Calum, and that made you happy. All he really lives off of is the boys, the fans, and you. 

“Calum, can you play us a little tune please?” One of the girls chirped, having all the girls shriek in agreement as Calum chuckled. He nodded, waving them to quiet down as he beckoned for you. 

“Baby, can you hand me the..?” Calum pointed at the guitar case nearby. For some reason, Luke, Michael, and Calum believed that they should leave their guitars out because they don’t believe it’ll be safe in the cargo of the plane. 

“Of course.” As you went and got the large instrument for Calum, the fans were screaming about how Calum called you baby and tried to bombard you with questions. But Calum didn’t allow it. 

“Please, girls, might we settle down?” Calum asked kindly. “Y/N is very tired right now, I don’t think she can answer questions with such little energy.” The girls nodded and understood, still giving you sly smiles from Calum addressing you. You blushed, sitting a bit far from them to watch at that distance. 

“Can you play Amnesia please?” One of the girls requested, having them all swim at the idea. Calum chuckled, trying to settle the girls down again as he began tuning the guitar. 

“Actually, I have this song that I’m writing,” Calum began quietly, meeting your gaze instantly. You didn’t know he was writing a song. Although you haven’t exactly seen him write in his song book, you’ve been around him enough to say that he wouldn’t have time to write down anything. 

Or would he? 

“I wanna hear it!” The girls encouraged in sync as they readied their phones to take videos. As they did, Calum looked over at you and smiled. He beckoned you over, having you blush as you walked over to the crowd. The girls watched and moved over to let you sit on the seat right beside Calum. 

“M’sorry, I can’t play it without her literally right next to me,” Calum says, having the girls “aw” as you just continued to flush. Calum rubbed against the strings a bit. “This one is about Y/N.” 

“C-Calum...” You whispered, watching in awe as he began strumming a consistent beat. Down, down up, down up down, down up. You followed the way he strummed, seeing how he closed his eyes to get into the song. 

“’Cause I’m so in love with everything you do,” Calum sang, strumming subconsciously as he opened his eyes to look at you. He sent you an air kiss before continuing his song. “When I think about you, everyday, your voice comes ringing through.” 

“’Cause I will love you more than you will ever know...” Calum sang, slowing down his strumming to stop the song completely. “...That’s all I’ve got,” Calum admits sheepishly. But the girls were all for it, clapping hysterically as they screamed and shouted how amazing the song was. 

“Y/N, did you like it?” One girl asked, getting all the attention all of the sudden. You blushed, looking into Calum’s hopeful eyes while you bit your bottom lip. 

“I loved it, actually,” you muttered quietly. “I feel so honored that it’s about me...” Calum quickly cupped your cheeks into his hands and pulled you in for a sweet kiss. He was gentle, of course, and quickly detached as the girls began to swoon. 

“Alright ladies, show’s over!” Ashton called out, having everybody turn to see the rest of the band stood with bags of goodies. The girls furthered their fangirl and rushed to the rest of the band eagerly. “Calum, fucks sake, you were showing off without us.”

“Hey man, they asked for a tune so I gave ‘em a tune,” Calum said, sticking his middle finger briefly in the air before taking off the guitar to put it away. You watch him put it in, close the case, and begin carrying it. “We’ve got to go anyways. It was nice to meet you ladies!” 

“You too, Calum!” The girls called out. “And you as well, Y/N! You’re really beautiful!” 

“Thank you!” You called out to the girl, holding your cheeks to hide the blush that was surging into your cheeks. You walked with the boys to the boarding dock to get on the plane, still in shock to receive such a sweet compliment. Especially since you were the girlfriend of their idol. 

“Where are we off to now, boys?” You asked softly, putting your arms down as you looked over at the boys. Michael was eating a bag of some Irish cheetos as he made Ashton carry his guitar. Luke had his hands shoved in his pockets as Calum offered his hand back to you. 

“We’re going to Japan!” Michael cheered with his mouth full. “We’re gonna see the rest of our boys!” Michael ended up dropping a few chips from shooting his arms up in the air. 

“The rest...?” You asked in playful fear. “There’s more of you?” 

“We’re gonna go see our mates, One OK Rock,” Ashton said with a smile. “They’re really cool, you’re gonna love them!” 

Tokyo, Japan, 20:53 P.M.

Min'na saikō arigatō, K-k-k-kawaii, k-k-k-kawaii!

All you could hear was that Hello Kitty song by Avril Lavigne right when you stepped off the plane. It got stuck in your head as you and the boys were being guided by the guards. As you guys got deeper into the airport, you noticed silver fencing that was keeping the Japanese fans from pouncing the boys. 

There were several cosplayers, cheering the boys’ names as they complimented them in Japanese. Michael flipped out at a girl wearing a Pikachu onesie while Calum was taking photos with several girls dressed up as him. Ashton and Luke were signing a lot of plushies from animes they likely didn’t recognize. You watched them, smiling at how excited they were. But then, you suddenly heard your name from a distance. 

“Y/N-Chan!” Several boys and girls called out to you, waving photos with pens as they beckoned you over. You hesitantly walked over, having them insist that you sign their photos. When you noticed they were photos of you and Calum, you couldn’t help but blush insanely. 

“Y/N-Chan, can I have a picture with you?” One of the boys asked, their face full of pure innocence as they smiled at you. 

“Of course,” you reply shyly, watching as the boy excitedly began fishing for his phone. Whipping it out, he sheepishly put his arm over your shoulder to grab you close. You took 2 photos with him and detached to see his happy reaction to them. 

“Can I have a photo with you kissing my cheek, please?” You obliged, standing there while your lips were against his cheek, awaiting for the flash to go off. “N-now can I kiss your cheek?” Once again, you nodded, taking his phone to take the selfie for him. Click! You handed the phone back, seeing the boy become breathless like he was prepared to pass out. 

“We want to kiss you, too, Y/N!” A few other fans whined, having you blush while unsure who to take selfies with first. But before you knew it, the fans screamed louder at you, only for you to turn around to find Calum behind you. 

“The only person giving her kisses is moi.” With that, Calum was quick to pull your body against his and smash his lips on yours. His jealousy was something else, honestly. His warm tongue dance with yours, helping himself to your sweet flavor as he held you close. The fans screamed nearby, but Calum made the world go silent for you. 

“Calum, can you not shove your tongue down my cousin’s throat in front of me?” Ashton quickly interrupt the two of you. Calum pulled away and scowled at your cousin. 

“You weren’t looking when I was shoving it deep in there,” Calum scoffed. “So it’s your fault for turning to look.” Luke pushed his head back and began cracking up in the distance as Michael was being offered some pocky. 

“It’s your fault for getting deep in something that isn’t my--” Ashton began, but you definitely didn’t let him finish. 

“Ash, no!” You scolded him, having the two boys crack up as you sighed in annoyance. “I swear, I hate Cashton.” 

“Most of our fans would very much say the opposite,” Ashton said as he grabbed Calum’s hand and began walking out of the airport. You shook your head, Michael and Luke joining your sides as they began talking about tonight’s concert with One OK Rock opening for them. 

“Wait, you’re supposed to perform in 30 minutes?” You screeched at the boys, having them cower in playful fear as you all entered the designated car for you guys to head to the Tokyo Dome.

Tokyo Dome, 21:20 P.M.

“You guys are so fucking ballsy.” You were completely fumed at how audacious they were. They were supposed to wake up much earlier to get here at a reasonable time. The concert should be in at least 2 hours so they’d have time to be ready. “What if the plane had a delay or something? My gosh!” 

“Y/N, it’s no biggie!” Michael insisted as he slipped on his ear piece. “We’re obviously here, with like, 10 minutes to spare.” 

“Yeah, and we know we’re trash, so it’ll be great!” Luke encouraged, getting a high five and laugh from Michael. Ashton joined them, speaking to them about the set while you and Calum were stood aside to talk. 

“You boys stress me out,” you muttered angrily. Calum chuckled at how adorable you are when frustrated. You kept at your pout, having Calum quickly grabbing your face like he always does. “Are you serious?” 

“Quite,” Calum said with a smirk before placing his lips on yours. It was always so electrifying, Calum’s kisses. You felt the love in every single one, whether they be immensely intimate or a small peck. You knew that Calum absolutely couldn’t resist those lips of yours and always stole a chance to give you a kiss. 

“Calum, I will personally kill you if you keep doing that shit when I’m still in the room!” Ashton called out, having Calum pull away to turn and receive a rant from Ashton. “You gotta have some fucking self-control, mate, because even though I totally support you guys, I still get disturbed that you’re mouth fucking my little cousin, like that still isn’t something I’m used to and I likely won’t get used to it until a few years if you guys ever get married or something and--” 

“Please stop.” Ashton was suddenly muted by a stick of pocky being abruptly stuck in his mouth. Michael held the pocky, breaking off half to eat the good side of it. By the looks of it, it was matcha flavored. 

“Michael--!” 

“Oh hey, their set is finishing,” Luke began, interrupting Ashton as he quietly chewed on his pocky. You look over at the stage to see the band that the boys kept mentioning. One OK Rock. They looked like beasts, owning that stage as if it was the last performance they’ll ever do. You wished you understood the Japanese part of their songs because you loved their beats and how passionate they sung. 

“Arigatō, Japan! Goodnight!” The main singer closed for them, watching as the other three came off the stage and entered back stage. The workers quickly jumped on the stage to change the setting and fix up the drumming area for Ashton. As they did, the 8 boys began to greet each other. 4 sweaty boys with 4 other boys who will be sweaty in due time. But you watch as Calum peeled away from them to grab you aside. 

“Are you okay?” You asked softly, looking at his brown eyes disappear with the enlarging of his pupils. Calum quickly puts his bass behind him before putting his hands in front of you. Flattened, you notice how much they were shaking. “Why are you shaking?” 

“I’m nervous,” Calum admits. “I’ve been doing this for a few years, but I still can’t get over this weird stage fright. Especially now that... you’re watching me.” 

“But I watched you back in Dublin!” You exclaimed, pressing your index finger into your cheek in wonder. 

“That was different.” Calum quickly grabs your hands and allows them to join you in its shakiness. It frightened you how quickly they vibrated around your hands. “Now you’ll see me with our hearts connected. You’ll see me in a different light.” 

“Shouldn’t that put you at ease, then?” You cooed. 

“You make me nervous.” Your heart stopped at his words. You made the Calum Hood nervous? You didn’t think that was possible, considering how much composure he can keep. “I want to impress you so I can get off stage and receive a big hug and a lot of kisses and a ‘good job’ from your beautiful voice. I want to hear that amazing giggle when you see my cheeks flare red. I want you to cup my face and tell me how proud you were of me.” 

Instantly, you grabbed him down and into a hug. 

“Stupid, I’m gonna do all that even if you do a bad job,” you whispered in his ear.  “Don’t think you’ll disappoint because you’re too amazing to do that. Plus, all those people out there are here for you. So don’t worry about messing up because I’ll still be standing here with open arms.” 

“Fuck!” Calum’s fingers curled around your shirt passionately, clenching his fingers into a fist as he held you. “I’m never gonna settle for anything but the best. For you, always. I’ll be at my best today and for every day after that.” 

“I’ve already seen your best,” you cooed into his ear. “All I see you do is be amazing. So don’t be nervous and just have fun out there, okay? I’ll be watching you and cheering you on. Don’t stop doin’ whatcha doing.” 

“I love you so much...” Calum whispered in your ear, burying his face in the crook of your neck as you continued to hold him. 

“I love you, too, bug,” you murmured into his ear. 

“Hood, if I have to warn you one more time--” Ashton screeched from behind Calum. 

“Fuck off, Irwin, we’re having a moment!” Calum hisses, having you giggle as Calum goes over to yell at Ashton. 

guys im so so sosoososososo sorry i died! i rlly am not proud of this part, but here it is anyways! the next part is definitely going to be great, i already have it planned out. for now, please tell me whatcha think here, and thank you all for the support as recently, i haven’t been doing so well. so thanks so much !! xx