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Wedding Series #2 - He Proposes (Harry)

A/N: This is long but I’m so not even sorry because I think Harry is hella cute when he is all awkward and shy and yeah…hope you guys like it !

Harry had been acting remarkably out of character for the whole day. He was jittery and nervous and nothing like the carefree man you were dating. Every time you looked at him he was running his fingers through his curls or muttering something incoherent under his breath; whatever it was that was causing it however had you worried.

The only time you’d ever seen Harry so stressed was when management was breathing down the bands necks for the next single, album or tour date; it wasn’t often that anything else bothered him to this capacity. Moving to sit next to him on the couch you touched his shoulder lightly.
“Haz, you okay?”
“Huh? Oh yeah, I’m fine Kitten,” He replied, forcing a smile onto his face.
“You can tell me if anything is wrong Harry, you know that right?”
“Y/n,” Harry said, taking your hand in his and giving it a loose squeeze. “Don’t worry about me alright? I’m fine.”

You raised your eyebrows but left the subject alone. You trusted Harry and you weren’t about to go prying into anything he didn’t want you to know; sooner or later he’d talk to you. Getting back up off the couch you pressed a quick kiss to his forehead before moving into the kitchen, intent on making you both a cup of tea.

You were going about doing just that when you heard Harry’s voice, muffled from the living room. Curiosity got the better of you and you stepped closer to the arch way.
“I can’t do it!” You heard Harry say and you gathered he was on the phone; he sounded so defeated.  “I don’t think I can ask her.”

You were thoroughly confused, was he talking about you? You kept listening as Harry sighed heavily.
“No, no your right,” He said. “Rip it off like a bandaid.”

You stepped back as you thought about his words, your mind immediately jumping to the worst case scenario, Harry breaking up with you. Sure he was away a lot and you didn’t always see eye to eye on that, but surely he wasn’t going to end things because of it. You had always stuck by him through the band’s career, ever since you started dating him; you put up with the rumors and the magazine articles and the paparazzi and almost everything else that came along with dating a celebrity and you’d never complained once, because you loved Harry more than you’d loved anybody. Now that there was a possibility that it was all going to come to an end you found you couldn’t quite breathe.

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Not Ready For Goodbye

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: This is about 3,000 words of pure heartache and angst. This is for the Let Me Break Your Heart Master List, so I’m going to rip your heart out.

A/N: The prequel to Miss You. It fucked me up, I was crying writing it, so good luck, that’s all I can say.

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I notice you sitting alone across the bar.
You’re gingerly nursing your glass of whiskey and glancing around the room before taking a sip.
Maybe you’re waiting for someone.
Maybe you’ve come with a friend. Or a lover.
Maybe you’ve come alone to drown your sorrows or some news that caused the wrinkles on your forehead.
Maybe you’re waiting to go back home to the arms of the person whose embrace has turned into comfort.
I see that ring clamped around your finger a little too tight for your comfort. I see you play with it for a while before your hands go back to delicately balancing the glass on your palm.
I see the flicker of your eyes, your soft gaze against my curious one, just for a moment, and then watching them turn back to the glass in your hand.
There is something about you that I can’t quite place.
You’re stunning in a pair of casual jeans and shirt. You are unexpectedly charming.
You are beautiful in a way that doesn’t let me stop looking. You are soft. And warm.
In a different universe, maybe you wouldn’t have had that ring around your finger. Maybe I would’ve come up to you, asked you about your name, wondered if you’d ever consider me as someone you could love.
Maybe we would’ve made our own little world.
With first dates and your fingers brushing against mine on a rainy evening.
With laughter and shared interests.
Maybe we could’ve been more than just strangers.
But I promise I never would’ve been able to take my eyes off of you.
—  Tamarind Fall; Prompt: Burning passion for someone you don’t know, shouldn’t want, can’t have but still want to have.
Love in the First Degree: Epilogue

Previous Parts

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Prompt: Dean Winchester is a detective on a serial killer case when something from the past comes in to evidence.

Tags: fluff, fluff, fluff

Words: 1843

Note: You all have asked me so many times for another part and I feel terrible it’s taken so long for this epilogue. Thank you for sticking with me through this mess. This isn’t what I wanted for this series, to be honest, sometimes I get so caught up in writing the first parts that I just forget what my whole plan was. I hope this is okay and I hope this does the series justice. I would love to know if you liked this or not; any comment is welcomed.

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Skywalkers - More Cousins ‘Verse Headcanon

It should come as no surprise that Star Wars was on Steve and Thor’s Lists.  So okay, Steve’s List had “Things I Missed Out While Being Frozen for 70 years” as the title and Thor’s List was “Things About Midgard That Are Interesting And/Or Important to Learn” but there’s a lot of overlap in those lists. 

Thor had a field day when he casually remarked that “Oh, the legends of the Wars of the Stars have reached Midgard!  This is delightful!”

And of course, it helped when Bucky buried his face in his hands and said, “The weirdest thing that ever happened to me in the war was that I had a buncha alien teddy bears calling me Mama.

Steve did his best to console Bucky.  “I think to them, I was Papa so I guess we had the babies we always wanted, even though they were in a different package?  They really loved Corporal Bucky Bear!”

Yes, Tony, Ewoks are real.  SHIELD has records and there is one specific picture of a tiny Ewok cuddling next to Bucky himself. 

We’re not quite sure if Steve, Thor and Bucky are trolling you.  We’d say Thor help you but then, Thor’s too busy enjoying himself right now.

Now certain people named Tony and Clint would like to pretend that the Star Wars prequels don’t exist and Tony has plans on going on the Colbert Report to loudly disagree with Mr. Colbert’s attempt to explain that stupid crossguard lightsaber that’s going to appear in the next new Star Wars movie.   However, Sane People named Bruce and Rhodey have saved the day by introducing the correct Star Wars formula, which is to watch in the following order - Episode IV, Episode V, Episode I, Episode II, Episode III and Episode VI.

Sam was going to object to Episode I but shushed when Natasha admitted she liked Amidala’s elaborate costumes and wasn’t going to object to seeing them again.

It should come as no surprise to the Gentle Reader that Thor absolutely crushed on Queen Padme Amidala.  He observed, quite loudly, that while the Prequels had many inaccuracies concerning the great legend of the “Star Wars,” he was quite incensed at the “churlish treatment” of her by Anakin Skywalker. 

“This is like Steve with his weird crush on that Sebastian guy,” Bucky murmured into Jane’s ear, while she gave in to the pregnancy cravings and munched on crackers slathered with her favorite tomato herb and garlic dip.  “I don’t get it, but it seems to be harmless and he apparently thinks I look like that guy so, fine.  Whatever.  You’re still prettier than Amidala.”

“That’s a married lady you’re sweet-talking to, Buck,” Steve said with amusement.

“Ain’t nothing wrong with talking and a harmless bit o’ flirt, so long’s as it’s clear to everyone we’re just playin’.  'Sides, I was only telling her the truth!”

“You are keeping him, right, Steve?” Jane inquired sweetly. 

“Do you honestly thing I’m dumb enough to let this idiot get away?  That’s why I said yes when he put the ring on my finger!”

“So if this Sebastian Stan fella comes up to sweet talk you, you’re gonna tell him to take a hike, right, baby?”

Steve, the little shit, pretended to think about it.  “Only on Thursdays.  I’ll be Sebastian’s on Thursdays.”

“That Evans guy can have me on Wednesdays, then.”

“See, that’s how you negotiate a relationship like sane, responsible adults,” Darcy beamed.  “Can I get Steve on Tuesdays?”

“My Tuesdays are all booked up with this mook over here, Darcy,” Steve said sweetly, delivering a couple of kisses to a Certain Somebody pouting at him. 

So it wasn’t a surprise that the names Luke and Leia came up as possible baby names for Jane’s forthcoming twins.  Thor proposed it.  Darcy pointed out that as long as no accidental incest kisses happened, it should be okay, since Thor wasn’t showing any signs of going Dark Side on all of them and start breathing with a distinctive wheeze.  

And Jane….


When she eventually gave birth to her babies and held them in her arms, Luke and Leia did fit them perfectly.  Luke was blonde and Leia was a brunette too.  

And shortly after that, Heimdall assisted Thor in bringing the Ewoks to Tony’s tower, because they had missed their Mama Bucky and Papa Steve.

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Note:  If you guys are new to the party and would like to know about the Ewok Incident, here are the stories:

#51. Nobody is Allowed to Discuss the Alien Teddy Bear Incident. Ever.

See Rule #51 GODDAMMIT

I can’t get over the idea of when whatever war is finally over, Grif takes Simmons to Hawaii and immediately takes him to the beach on a long walk. They hold hands and walk the entire beach and Simmons knows he wants to spend the rest of his life with Grif, and Grif himself knows he wants that too. They can’t stop laughing and sharing little glances and having little kisses every so often and bumping into each other like two kids in love. They just love each other so much.

Calum Hood - All About Us

A/N- this was originally posted on hashtagsandbrokenrecords


I was stood at the side of the church aisle, Calum stood just over to the side as we watched Ashton and his wife, Georgia, exchange vows. I was trying my hardest to concentrate but with a constant gaze on me, I couldn’t help but be unable to focus on anything, let alone another couple in front of us.

“Why’re you looking at me like that?” I whispered to the boy beside me as we stood at the end of the aisle, watching as Ashton declared his love for his new wife.

“I’m not looking at you like anything.” Calum hissed back, a smirk on his face as his hand snaked around my waist. He was feeling particularly touchy today and I really had no idea why, I wasn’t complaining or anything, but in a church I was starting to doubt it was in any way appropriate.

“Then stop staring at me and focus on the wedding.” I chuckled, wriggling out of my boyfriend’s grip.

He shook his head lightly, looking down at me. “I can’t stop staring at you.”

“And why not?” I murmured to him, trying to keep it to hushed tones as the vicar pronounced them husband and wife. I tried to hide my blush as he leant forward and rested his head on my shoulder to whisper in my ear.

“You’re just so beautiful.” He mumbled, making me blush quickly as I felt his lips quickly peck my cheek, before turning around slightly to smile at him. The crowd all clapped as Ashton kissed his new wife and Calum quickly pecked my cheek. “Especially in that dress.”

“You want to stop being corny?” I raised my eyebrows at him, watching as he bit his lip to hide the growing grin on his face. “This is Ashton’s day, stop trying to steal the spotlight.”

“I’m not trying to-” but he was cut off by Michael and Luke coming over to us, grins on their faces as we watched the couple go back down the aisle, the crowd cheering for them.

“What’re you two whispering about?” Luke nudged Calum from beside us and I chuckled, raising my eyebrows at Calum expectantly.

“I think this one is yours.” I laughed, wriggling out of the arm he had somehow snuck back around me waist.

“Doesn’t she look beautiful?” Calum asked Michael and Luke, causing them to go wide eyed and exchange confused looks as Calum obliviously beamed at me.

“Dude, is that a trick question?” Mikey spluttered, adjusting his tie uncomfortably.

I turned back to Calum, unable to believe what he was asking them. “Really, Calum?”

“It’s not a trick question. She looks amazing and I wanted to see if you guys agree.” He shrugged a smug look on his face and it caused me to roll my eyes. He tended to do this to show other guys that he was the only man in my life. It was his way of showing me off and saying that he was worthy of me, it got annoying but was sometimes flattering (when he wasn’t putting his best friends on the spot).

“You look lovely Y/N.” Luke decided on, laughing uncomfortably and nodding towards me. Michael nodded in agreement before they excused themselves.

“You’re an embarrassment.” I chuckled, pushing him off me and starting to walk down the aisle.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Can’t take me anywhere.” He grumbled, catching up with me and linking his hand in mine. “Just remember I’m your problem.” He winked, squeezing my hand.

“Unfortunately.” I teased, laughing as he pouted at me and we stood outside the church, ready to line up for the long process of pictures.

“Now for the bride and her maid of honour!” The photographer shouted and I moved over to where Georgia was standing a big grin on her face.

“This’ll be you soon.” Georgia chuckled, as we embraced and I congratulated her. “Just you wait.”

I laughed, glancing over at Calum who was now far too busy trying to avoid Ashton’s selfie with the band. “I don’t think he’s planning anything anytime soon.” I admitted, not particularly bothered by this fact. I was happy with where we were at and I didn’t want to pressure him into doing something he’d regret further down the line. We were happy as we were and I wasn’t itching to get married.

“Maybe he’ll surprise you.” She raised her eyebrows at me, blocking out the snapping photographer.

“Can we bring in the groom and the best men?” The photographer eventually asked and we waited for the boys to stop bickering in order for them to join us.


Eventually we found ourselves in the reception room and we’d had all the speeches and the dancing. There was quiet music playing as Ashton and Georgia slow danced on the dance floor, clearly worn out by the day. I was curled up on my chair, my heels on the floor as my legs hung over Calum’s lap as he traced tired patterns along my hips.

“Do you want to go outside?” he whispered, gently pushing a hair out of my face. I sighed heavily, weighing up the options and decided if I didn’t move anytime soon I would end up falling asleep on his shoulder.

“Just for a bit.” I nodded, standing up slowly and slipping my heels back on. Calum linked our hands and led us out to the outside area where people were starting to say their goodbyes and head home.

We walked around the dark gardens, little fairy lights and candles lighting up the various paths, a comfortable silence between us. A soft breeze came through and I started to wish I hadn’t left my cardigan inside as goosebumps appeared on my arms.

“Here.” Calum handed me his jacket and I smiled slightly. It was incredibly cliche and cheesy but that’s how I liked it. Calum didn’t often show his soft side unless we were completely alone and I had to admit that the way he had been touchy with me all day was a change.

“Thank you.” I whispered as we came to a stop by the wooden gazebo, all alight with more lights and lanterns. The music from the reception room was faintly heard in the distance and I had an idea. “Dance with me?”

Calum smirked, running up the stairs and bowing before holding out his hand. “Always.”

I curtsied with a cheeky smile on my face and grabbed his hand, him pulling me close to his body and swaying slightly on the spot.

“I love you,Y/N.” He whispered as he rested his head on my shoulder, his breath grazing my neck. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too Cal.” I replied, pulling away slightly to connect our lips slowly.

“I have a question for you.” He stated when we pulled away completely, taking a step back from our embrace, our hands still entwined.

I nodded for him to continue and he smiled at me shyly before lowering himself down onto one knee. My eyes widened and when he reached into his pocket and pulled out a box I couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle.

“You’re full of surprises.” I laughed shakily and he raised his eyebrows at me, as if to say “really? I’m about to propose to you and you need to speak?”

“Sorry.” I bit my lip to try to suppress the grin that was threatening to break out.

“I had a whole speech planned and everything but I know you’re dying to say something so I’ll make it really quick.” He chuckled, opening the box and inside was the ring I had only ever shown one person in my life. The one I had been dying for my entire life but had refrained from showing Calum in fear he would run for the hills. “Y/N you know how much I love you, how happy you make me. I try to show you that every day. But now I want to make you that happy every minute of every day for the rest of our lives. I want to wake up to you having stolen all the duvet. I want to kiss you every day knowing you’re the love of my life and I was man enough to get down on one knee and ask you to marry me. So the real question is, will you marry me?”

I didn’t even realise I was crying as I nodded and he slipped the ring onto my finger. “Please don’t cry.” He chuckled, standing up to come back to my level and I made to wipe them away but his hands quickly brushed them away for me. His lips found mine and they moulded together in a way I had grown so accustomed to and a way I always found myself craving more of.

“The ring…how did you?” I stuttered out as we pulled apart and I stared down at the stunning band on my finger.

“I may have spoken to Georgia once or twice.” He bit his lip and I laughed at his expression.

“I love you so much.” I told him sincerely and his eyes met mine and in that gaze I was certain that I would never get tired of him looking at me like that.

Fic: To Sit Still

Summary: Kurt tries to figure out Blaine. His dad provides some useful advice. A hopeful Klaine reaction to Glee 6.07 “Transitioning.”
Relationships: Kurt/Blaine (romantic), Kurt-Burt (familial)
Rating: PG/all audiences
Words: ~2,000
Thanks: to nachochang​, damnpene​ and chiasmuslovesme​ for betaing.

All my 6.07 reaction fics.

Also on AO3.

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To Sit Still

It’s the morning after Kurt’s double-date with Sam and Rachel. Kurt wakes up in a good mood, the shift from sleep to wakefulness eased by the sound of Unique’s voice in his head, the choir’s words reverberating in his body: “There’s a road we must travel, there’s a promise we must make. But the riches will be plenty worth the risk and the chances that we take.”

He hums happily to himself in the shower, remembering how palpable the music felt against his skin as he stood in the stage’s wings – loud and overwhelming and glorious, echoing through his bones, more solid than Rachel’s hand squeezing his.

He wishes Blaine had been there.

The music stops. All Kurt hears now is water streaming out of the pipe, thudding against his body.

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Fake It To Make It

”Are you kidding me? No. Absolutely not.” Emma gaped at him, eyes wide and the she moved to cross her arms over her chest defensively.

Killian rolled his eyes and pretended to look hurt but a smirk broke out on his face none the less.

            “No, I’m being quite serious love.” Emma pursed her lips and he sighed defeated. “It’s for the show, darling. No one’s going to believe we’re married-“

            “Engaged.” Emma quickly cut in.

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anonymous asked:

Misty and Cordelia have the academy to themselves for the whole weekend, they end up confessing their feelings for each other and just lots of smut

Je t’aime…

this prompt wrecked me, here ya go:

  “Have you seen Zoe?” Misty asked, standing in the doorway with an innocent air to her voice that echoed through the greenhouse.

Cordelia briefly looked over her shoulder, stepping back from the potted plant that had her attention. She chuckled at the sight of the confused witch. “The girls are out for the weekend, including Zoe.” The headmistress aptly replied, a smile bright on her lips.

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Bury the horse in the ground

Thanks to Adam Croasdell I have too many headcanons about Emma and Papa Hook interacting. And this is the result. (also, I’m writing after a long break, so I’m a bit rusty). Also, title from Shake it out by Florence + The Machine.

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“Son, if you would just-”

“Stop, just stop,” Killian snapped, his glare intensifying as he clenched his jaw. “You don’t get to call me that, not after abandoning us like that,” he growled. “We were your family,” he emphasized, his eyes hardening as he swallowed the tightness in his throat.

The older man reached for Killian, but he dodged him, his gaze shifting away from his father. “Stay away from my family,” he finished, his voice barely above a whisper as he turned his back to the man and walked up the gangplank to his ship.

The older man was frozen in place, his mouth gaped open in heartbreaking disbelief, his hand still outstretched. He gulped past the lump in his throat, tears stinging his eyes as he lowered his arm. He stumbled over to the bench nearby, his back leaned wearily against it as he fumbled in his pocket for his flask, bringing it to his lips with a shaky hand.

“He’ll come around, you know,” a soft voice broke through his thoughts, startling him. He turned his head, spying his son’s lady love walking up to him, burrowing in her coat to ward off the chill. “Killian,” she clarified, even though there was no need.

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Promises - Jack Johnson Imagine

Anonymous said: one where jack j makes u a promise that he’ll stop getting high bc it make u uncomfortable and worries u but one night he comes home messed up and u get into an argument and he apologises in front of all the guys? thank 

I get so annoyed with Jack when he get’s high, I’m literally on the line of walking out on him.

“Jack, seriously I’m not going out tonight only for the fact I can’t be asked to deal with you when you, Gilinsky, Nate and Sam get high and messed up like always and then you come home you come and expect me to forgive you at the click of my fingers” I ran my hands over my face and groaned

“Baby, I’m sorry I didn’t realise that you felt like that towards it, I promise I will only come home drunk, not high” he came up and wrapped his arms around my shoulders and brought me into a hug and I rested my head in the crook of his neck and smelt his cologne ‘uhh he smells so good’.

Then he just walked out keys and wallet in hand, I snuggled down onto the couch and was watching Pretty Little Liars on Netflix and I got a sudden urge of pizza and ice cream, so I got my Nike trainers on and grabbed my keys for my car.

I started to drive the street towards Starbucks and got a black coffee, so I would stay awake for when Jack comes home because knowing him he will come home higher than the clouds.

Then I drove to pizza hut and ordered a margarita pizza stuff crust and some cheese sticks, while I waited for that to be ordered I texted Y/F/N to see if she wanted to come over and have a movie night because it was still 5.

I collected my pizza and went back home and Y/F/N car was parked on the drive of the house me and Jack share.

"Hey Y/N” she came towards me with cookie dough and mint chocolate chip ice cream.

“Hey Y/F/N” I groaned and gave her a weak smile.

“Jack gone out again?” she asked raising an eyebrow.

I half smiled and nodded my head slowly “He knows that when he comes home high that it makes me uncomfortable and he knows the reason why, but he just continues to do it. Sometimes I wonder if he even cares about our relationship or if he is just being a tool”

“Y/N if Jack didn’t care about you, you would not have the most stunning promise ring on your finger right now and you would not be coming up to your 5 year anniversary would you?” I looked down to my finger with the ring on it.

Y/F/N had a point, Jack asked me out when we were sophomores and now we’re twenty, on our 2nd anniversary he gave me a stunning promise ring and I cannot feel the same way I feel for Jack about anyone else.

“Anyway let’s get this Disney movie marathon started, eat pizza, ice cream and toppings and we’ll finish at midnight, agreed?”

“Agreed, let me put the ice cream in the freezer” I grabbed the ice cream and my phone, put the ice cream in the freezer and my phone, on silent on the kitchen counter.

After watching 6 Disney movies which were:

Aladdin, Cinderella, Tangled, Frozen, Sleeping Beauty and Beauty and the Beast.

It was midnight and I was at the door saying goodnight to Y/F/N. I locked the door and went upstairs and took my bra off and got into a racerback style top that said “Bish Wut” Jack got it for me for Christmas because I kept on saying it. And then I put some short shorts on that hand the Mickey Mouse hands on the butt.

I heard a car pull up outside and it was Sam’s SUV. I sighed because I could not take it anymore he just doesn’t understand when he gets high I get scared of him and it makes me uncomfortable to be around him.

“Babe, where are you” he slurred his words being carried by a same state Gilinsky and Nate.

“I’m right here, now blow!” (NO ONE THINK THAT A DIRTY WAYJ) he blew his breath on my face and I could smell beer but guess what over powered it, dun dun pot.

“Jack Edward Johnson, how many times have I fucking told you not to get high?! Because it makes me uncomfortable and you know exactly what happened, I have told you about a thousand times that I had having that shit near me and what the worse this is that the person I love the most fucking smokes it week after week!”

I was in full on tears now why he just stood there trying to gain concept about what was happening.

“Babe, I don’t know what to say, pot to me is like coffee or pizza to you I I jus-“

“Oh hell no, it is not like a food or drink to me, pot is fucking disgusting and I hate the fact that you are willing to risk our relationship after all these years for a piece of shit, I just don’t think I can do this any longer if you are unable to see how much you smoking that is hurting me”

I was in the process of taking the promise ring off but before it fully came off Jack grabbed my arm and brought his thumb to rest under my chin and his index finger resting on top and lifted my chin so I was looking dead straight into his eyes.

“Y/N you’re my everything and honestly I don’t know what I would’ve done if I had never asked you out because I love you so much because you are perfect, yes you have your flaws but that was I love about you, I love the way hate it if when we get a pizza you bite into a red onion you squeal because it’s too spicy. I love it when I’m driving you rest your hand on top of mine on the section in the middle”

He took a breath and wiped the tears in my eyes and his.

“And I love it when we are in a restaurant and when they put salad on your plate you put it onto my plate, all of these little things I love about you is amazing because I would never be able to find anyone else like you because in my eyes you are perfect. When I gave you that promise ring, I promised I would always make you happy and by me smoking I can obviously see that it is making you upset and I hate making my lil’ mama cry because she is so beautiful”

“Jack, that was beautiful, I love you too. From the moon and back” I hugged him and he whispered in my ear.

“I’m sorry Y/N it will never happen again” I smiled and saw all the boys standing there.

“Bro you’re whipped” Nate said while the rest of us laughed.


Hope you like it xxx