(you can tell i only watched because my mom did)

Show Me (Part Two)

Steve is the worst for breaking Buckys heart, but Bucky is a darling and forgives him anyway. Get to meet Clint and Natasha in this chapter!

Check out the MASTERLIST if you missed Part One!
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“You’re so beautiful.” Steve whispered to the lanky brunette, pushing dark hair away from crystal blue eyes.

“Stop.” The teenager shook his head and grinned, and Steve ran his hands down that slim body, down to his hips and tugged him closer.
They both moaned at the contact, barely hearing each other over the thumping bass next door in the living room. Steve loved how he fit right into his arms like this.
“You’re drunk.”

“Yeah. Doesn’t mean I don’t want you. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

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Yeah, my family calls me Izzy all the time. And yeah really. Mostly because my mom has to move us because of her job but my ma is excited so she can paint a different landscape other than just the city. And it’ll be easier on me so I can get adjusted to only having one eye.” Isabel responded turning to look at Waverly. 


Oh… Damn.. How did that happen? I got time before school starts if you wanna explain. It’s only 5:30″ Waverly said as he stood there and watched Isabel nod.


Okay.. I’ll tell you.. But first can you help me over to the couch so i don’t trip over anything that I think is farther away than it really is?” She asked.


“Of course” And he did just that.

He Visits You at Work

Ashton:
Luke and Ashton walked up the steps to the small restaurant he knew y/n worked at hoping she may have picked up a shift since she wasn’t at her small apartment.

“Welcome to Legal Seafoods, table for two?” The lady at the front questioned. They could tell she was trying to stay composed, probably protocol when famous people come in to eat.

“Is y/n here?” He asked sticking his hands in his pockets as the girl smiled widely nodding.

“She’s in the back. Do you want me to go get her for you?”

“Do you mind? It’s important,” Ash said quickly as the host disappeared down a hallway to what he presumed was the back.

“I’m going to go sit at the bar and, you know, order some juice since I’m underage,” Luke said jokingly causing Ashton to laugh slightly. He shifted his weight every so often in nervousness as the girl from before came back with a confused y/n behind her.

“Ashton…what are you doing here?” She asked crossing her arms over her chest, bottom lip between her teeth.

“You really didn’t think I’d chase after you?” He questioned cocking his head to the side as she looked away. “Why didn’t you talk to me about all of this? If you felt uncomfortable with the fans I would’ve taken care of it, baby.”

“Because it’s just easier walking away before this becomes too much, Ash. We shouldn’t be together. Your fans agree.”

“Well I don’t. Do I get a say in that? I don’t think you get how much I like you.” He reached out grabbing her hands. “You didn’t even say goodbye.”

“I couldn’t,” she mumbled as he pulled her closer to him.

“And why not?” His voice was barely above a whisper now, forehead pressed against hers as he lifted a hand to caress the side of her face. Instead of answering, she pressed her lips to his taking her free hand and wrapping it around his neck.

“I didn’t want to say goodbye,” she mumbled against his lips before pulling away slightly to look at him.

“Then don’t say goodbye,” he whispered back. “We’re in this together baby.” She nodded her head earning a smile from him before kissing her once again.

Calum:
“Why can’t we do dinner tonight?” Calum asked through the phone as he ran his fingers through Poncho’s hair quite happy that he decided to get a dog that didn’t have fur and that didn’t shed everywhere.

“Because I’m working,” y/n said into the phone with a giggle.

“Since when?” He whined standing up from the couch, Poncho jumping from the couch thinking he was being taken for a walk. “What do you do for your job?”

“I’m a dance instructor at the dance studio in town. I started a month ago. I needed something to occupy my time since you were gone.”

“You dance?” He questioned picturing her in a full split, a devilish smirk on his face as he pictured how flexible he was, not that they had ever gone far enough to test his theory.

“That’s what I’m majoring in, Cal,” she said as if he was supposed to know. They had never talked about her schooling, y/n never wanting to talk about her school work or everything going on. “Listen, babe, I’ve gotta go. I’m here. I’ll call you when I get out, alright?”

“Cool. Talk to you later, baby,” he said into the phone before hanging up, walking into Ashton’s room to see him working out. “Busy?”

“I’ve got time to kill before I call my girl. What’s up?” Ashton asked sitting up from the floor.

“I wanna surprise y/n at work.”

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“She’s a bun head?” Ashton questioned as they walked into the studio, a bubbly young girl at the front desk, her hair done up in a perfect bun.

“Can I help you gentlemen?” She questioned, smile on her face.

“Yeah. Y/n works here, right?” Calum asked earning an eager nod as he pulled out a bouquet of pink roses and white Lily’s. The girl’s eyes lit up at the sight of the flowers as she stood from behind the desk before leading them down a hallway where music was playing. They passed three large studios, each with a different group of students inside that they could see through the window, until the reached the last door, the girl pointing through the window to Calums girlfriend who was in the middle of a series forte turns, her young students watching in awe.

“Well, what are you standing in here for, dummy. Your girl’s in there,” Ashton said pushing him towards the door, a small blush rising on Calum’s face. He hadn’t exactly thought this through, and he wasn’t sure if she would be upset with him for this, but he opened the door anyway, only to hear gasps from the crowded room full of girls.

“Miss y/l/n, who’s that?” one of the girls asked, she couldn’t have been any older than nine.

“That’s Calum Hood, Stacy,” another girl seated next to her said in awe as y/n turned to face him spotting the flowers in his hand.

“What are you doing here?” she asked shocked, a smile on her face as she made her way towards him.

“I decided that since we couldn’t do dinner tonight, I should at least bring you something,” he said back as she took the flowers from him. “Ashton helped me pick them out.”

“Well, tell Ashton thank you,” she said smelling them.

“You’re welcome!” Ash yelled from the hallway causing her to giggle before grabbing his hand pulling him towards her, a soft kiss pressed to his lips. Calum pecked her repeatedly before reluctantly letting go of her so she could resume her class.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, babe.”

Luke:
“Hey, baby,” Luke said leaning against the open window of the shack watching as his girlfriend turned to face him, rolling her eyes in the process.

“What are you doing here, Luke?” she questioned turning back towards the shelves full of snacks that she was restocking.

“I just wanted to come visit my favorite girl.” she rolled her eyes at his comment while shaking her head.

“You visited me yesterday, and the day before that…and the day before that.”

“False, you had the day off two days ago. We went to the fair,” he said, a smile on his face as she laughed at his response. She finally put down the box that held the cheetos and walked towards the window for a quick kiss from her boyfriend. “So guess what.”

“What?” she questioned kissing him once more as she grabbed his hands in hers.

“Your lunch break is in two minutes, and I’ve brought a picnic,” he said, a smile growing on his face as he leaned down next to him to grab at the tan basket that was covered by a blue quilted blanket. “Don’t ask me what’s in here. My mum packed it for me because I can’t cook.”

“You’re absolutely adorable, you know that?” she questioned before backing away from him, going to shut the window of the shack so she could step out of her small workplace. “And where are we going to have this picnic?”

“Over there by that tree,” he said pointing closer to the parking lot before grabbing her hand in his leading her over that way. “I hope you don’t mind this.”

“Not at all, Lu…not at all,” she muttered curling into his arm pressing a kiss to the bare skin on his arm.

Michael:
Michael walked into the game stop with Gabby, his eyes looking through the entire shop resting on the girl talking to a group of teenage boys that seemed more interested in her than the game she held.

“Go get em, tiger,” Gabby said pushing him forward, causing him to crash into a rack of games knocking a few over, drawing the attention of the girl he needed to see.

“Mikey, what are you doing?” she said walking towards him as he picked up the games that had fallen onto the floor

“Well, I was looking for my girlfriend that attempted to break up with me before blocking me so we could talk,” he responded looking towards her noting the blush rising to her cheeks. “What’s going on with you, baby? Gabby said you’ve been really stressed with everything. Why didn’t you come talk to me?”

“There’s just a lot going on right now, Michael, and I didn’t want to burden you. You’re touring and enjoying yourself. I don’t want you to worry about me and have me bring the mood down,” she responds as they both stand from the crouched position on the floor.

“Is it the fans?” he questioned causing her to shake her head, looking away from him. “Then what’s going on? What can I do to help? Why did you tell Gabby it was because of the fans?” He watched her look towards her younger sister who smiled widely waving towards the woman she looked up to, throwing two thumbs up at her, only to be returned with a small smile from her older sister who turned back to face Michael.

“I’m failing one of my pre-req’s, I’ve been working crazy amounts and haven’t had time to focus on my school work because we’re so understaffed…and my mom kicked my dad out of the house two days ago. They’re filing for divorce,” she whispered so she didn’t risk her sister hearing how much of a mess she was. “Gabby doesn’t know yet, and I’m trying to be strong but I’m just ready to have a mental breakdown and I just-,” she started before choking back a sob, Michael immediately taking her in his arms and holding her close to him as she let it all out on his Def Leppard shirt, his hand running up and down her back while the other ran through her hair.

“Baby girl, I’m so sorry,” he mumbled pressing a kiss to the top of her head as she had her meltdown in the middle of work. “We’re going to get through this, alright? I’ll be there for you every step of the way, and Gabby as well. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t burden me with things, alright? That’s what I’m here for, to protect you and be there for you through thick and thin.”

“Thank you so much,” she muttered into his chest, her sobs slowing slightly as she pulled back, wiping the stains from under her eye kind of relieved she didn’t wear makeup to work today. “You’re the best, Mikey.”

“Only for you, baby.”

lackingstealth  asked:

regardless of warnings the future doesn't scare me at all 'verse, traditions (thank you so much for this, by the way!!)

Original story here!


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“You know, we don’t even have to get him anything for Christmas this year,” Bellamy observes. Alex is nearly a month old, sleeping in Clarke’s lap, and Bellamy thinks he’ll get tired of looking at him eventually, but it’s hard to actually imagine it. And then there’s a voice in the back of his head sometimes that tells him Alex isn’t really his son, that he’s not a father, that someday, Clarke will figure that out too and he’ll lose this, but that’s even harder to really consider. This is his family. He knows it is.

“Hm?” asks Clarke. She might have been half asleep herself, and he kisses her hair.

“He’ll never know if we do absolutely nothing for Christmas this year. We could just sleep in and not tell him anything special is happening.”

“It’s cute you think he’ll be letting us sleep in in two weeks. Also, you started buying him Christmas presents before he was even born, I know you did.”

“They don’t have to be Christmas presents. It can just be stuff I’m giving him.”

Clarke cranes her neck around to look at him. “Is there some sort of issue you have with Christmas that I don’t know about?”

“No, I’m just saying. We have one, maybe two years of our kid not knowing or caring about Christmas before he becomes a nightmare. We might want to take advantage of them while we can.”

“Your sister has already invited herself over,” Clarke points out. “I’m pretty sure we’re going to have a billion people stop by to admire him. My mother might show up.”

He drops his head onto her shoulder. “So, we’re doomed?”

“Don’t be a grinch, Bellamy.”

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